1. |
Shadow Way
03:29
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Stand back
No this ain’t no car jack
This is a Cadillac of all battle axes
Free speech flabbergast
If you can’t handle that
Take up a ball and bat
Dream up your perfect world
Bland cheese to an ignorant rat
Live in shadow
On a sunny day
Live under umbrella
It’s the Shadow Way
Go on home
No this ain’t your war zone
National dunce cap
No there ain’t no thrones here
You’re scared of peace in a nuclear rut
Kneel down and listen up
Live in shadow
On a sunny day
Live under umbrella
It’s the Shadow Way
So pack your bags
Spit steam radiator
Stagnate a culture, no class you extreme master-baiter
You’re never gonna get it
Got the gold mine
Your big mouth’s a crime
If we want a fake preacher there’s your servant in line
So pry your ears open
or you’re never gonna get it
Live in shadow
On a sunny day
Live under umbrella
It’s the Shadow Way
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2. |
Egyptian Jukebox
02:32
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In a deep dark
Ancient land
Anubis guard
Pharaoh’s death
Pharaoh’s death
Howard must
Pry the brick
Hair stand up
A curse is set
King Tut was a bad mother
Egyptian Jukebox
Snake for me
Snake for you
Well it’s got your hand
In a black tomb
Oil lamp shine
Glyphic light
Truth of doom
Truth of doom
The crew shakes
High priests of Ka
Sledge & Bee
Their song writ
King Tut was a bad mother
Egyptian Jukebox
Snake for me
Snake for you
Well it’s got your hand
Dance the tomb
Egyptian Jukebox baby, yeah
Egyptian Jukebox put another brick on top
Pharaoh’s songs you can’t stop
A curse is set
King Tut was a bad mother
Egyptian Jukebox
Snake for me
Snake for you
Well it’s got your hand
Dance the tomb
Egyptian Jukebox baby, yeah
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3. |
Pump
02:41
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Stranger
In my heart
Stranger
Wasn’t here at the start
Pump
Oh my darlin’ I can feel you workin’
Pump
Time to run now clock it won’t quit countin’
Pump
Need a stint, need a scalpel
Pump - Pump - Pump
Stranger
She must be fed
Stranger
She never go to bed
Pump
Oh my darlin’ I can feel you workin’
Pump
Time to run now clock it won’t quit countin’
Pump
Need a stint, need a scalpel
Pump - Pump - Pump
Pump
Oh my darlin’ I can feel you workin’
Pump
Time to run now clock it won’t quit countin’
Pump
I Need a stint, I need a scalpel
Pump - Pump - Pump - Pump - Pump
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4. |
Bossman
03:27
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You got a hard head
So hard it’s upside down
You got a hard heart
So hard it makes no sound
You spit your blues at me
When I go out my way
I tried to keep the faith
My pockets’ empty
Bossman, what you want?
Bossman, what you say?
Bossman, now I’m gone
You dog, go play dead
I got your contract talk
I never signed in blood
You speak like John D. Rock
I need some soap n’ sud
Scrub stink off of me
Hook out of my mouth
Go fishin’ somewhere else now
Go forth unto the drought
Bossman, what you want?
Bossman, what you say?
Bossman, now I’m gone
You dog, go play dead
Good luck with your head
Good luck with your heart
I tried to make the bread
I pray you wake up
Good luck with your head
Good luck with your heart
I tried to make the bread
I pray you wake up
Good luck with your head
Good luck with your heart
I tried to make the bread
I pray you wake up
Bossman, what you want?
Bossman, what you say?
Bossman, now I’m gone
You dog, go play dead
Go play dead
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5. |
We Hunters
03:33
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Whatchoomean2me
As I got you on my arm
I said I twist like roots up on you
In this celestial wood
No you ain’t my prey
I said I ain’t no libertine
Yes you're playing hard you're wet
Yeah there’s hunter in your eye
We are both hunters
Yes we are
We are both hunters
Yes we are
Digging on your style
Sketch my caress top to bottom
Yeah your breasts are talking as we stroll
Turn gator wanna swallow ‘um
Whatchoomean2me
In this celestial wood
Is in the owl calling there
We’re just a natural progression
We are both hunters
Yes we are
We are both hunters
Yes we are
Watch out for Belial
He’s leap froggin’ through the swamp
You know there’s gators blunderin’ round
But you dance atop their heads
A cannon shot is breaking
Through the silence of the tree
As we bill and coo
We got a sexual healing
We are both hunters
Yes we are
We are both hunters
Yes we are
We are both hunters
Yes we are
We are both hunters
Yes we are
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6. |
Scandalous Lightning
05:10
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It’s two fifty three in the mornin’
No coffee
Just your face in a frame
from last Halloween
Dressed in white silk as an angel
All done for me
A whip of hair, your silly smile sayin’ “oh please”
It’s too early to be thinkin’ bout ya
in this new land
Music City’s charms are lost on me
Scandalous lightning
For glory
I used to love the storm
but it’s gone ugly
Scandalous lighting ain’t so pretty
Thunder nods and I wake up wishin’ for you
Thank god my computer died
Tired is our private gold mine
Oh too fine
Oh I blew the last audition
Don’t think of me here
This message ain’t for you
So who am I speakin’ with?
These walls are paper thin
The neighbor’s dog Chuck
might know how down I really am
Scandalous lightning
For glory
I used to love the storm
But it’s gone ugly
Scandalous lighting ain’t so pretty
Thunder nods and I wake up wishin’ for you
It’s three thirty one in the mornin’
Your smile speak
A phantom chase
No start or end
You always seemed to plant yourself
in dry riverbed
and sweat years
and bet on rain
These forces within me
seem to love & hate
what we had and what we never had
Scandalous lightning
For glory
I used to love the storm
but it’s gone ugly
Scandalous lighting ain’t so pretty
Thunder nods and I wake up wishin’ for you
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7. |
Resurrect
03:59
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Baby walk
She walks right down to the swamp land
Baby talk
She talk right to my heart and
When I move she move she say, “Not yet don’t go”
When I scream she scream, “Haha, c’mon get it”
When I stare she stares she say, “Taste a little, taste a little”
When I cry she cries, “Boy lay down with me”
When I die no she don’t die
No she don’t die
She stand
stand to resurrect
Stand to resurrect my heart
Resurrect my heart
Resurrect my heart, my heart
Resurrect my heart
Resurrect my heart, my heart
When I walk
She walks she says, “C’mon step to me step to me”
When I talk she talk
In a little voice sayin’,“Baby, baby”
When I move she move she say, “Dance with me, dance with me”
When I die she don’t die
She stand to resurrect
Stand to resurrect
Stand to resurrect
Stand to resurrect
Stand to resurrect my heart
Stand to resurrect
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8. |
Walked On Water
04:49
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I walked on water
Had your shoes in my hand
I walked on water
Had your shoes in my hand
I walked on water
Saw the future sittin’ in my hand
Taste the salt
given to the sea
Make it shine like sugar
I saw red flowers
Sprouted up from these tidal powers
I picked those flowers
They were shouting tidings of power
Once I strayed from my row boat
Drowned with desire right in my throat
Taste the salt
given to the sea
Make it shine like sugar
Taste the salt
given to the sea
Make it shine like sugar
No more serpents in this row boat
I shook my caverns clean
I stroll with this wind under my feet
From salt to sugar
I walked on water
No dirt only my clean hands
I sift through the water
Riches pour into my clean hands
Taste the salt
given to the sea
Make it shine like sugar
Taste the salt
given up to the sea
Make it shine like sugar
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9. |
Stay Back Wolf
04:48
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See the rust of weathered hands weathered hands on grip
Felonious in the ink drawn
in the ink drawn war
Done in by the pen and sweet
sweet talkin’ teeth
Delores was ninety-two when her meds
when her meds went dry
Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat
of these burning streets
Wrongdoer, un-seer, in a bloodletting veil
These peccant deeds lead you to believe in your
in your profit streak
You trade by the scent of prey on the backs of children
Arm them, work them
They pay you to the tits baby
Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat
of these burning streets
I see you runnin’ there
Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat
of these burning streets I see you runnin’ there
Stay back, stay back wolf
I hear you howlin’
Fat rat
of these burnin' streets
of these burnin’ streets
See the rust of weathered hands Weathered hands on grip
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10. |
Start Again
04:01
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Lean my way on cold skin
Yes I need some warming
to start again
If I had the whole world
all mine to be travelin’
Drown my power
to wash on your shore
You are stone
Lightnin’ bottled gold
Yes I’m here to start again
Everything the way it was
was alright but not profound
Well, I’m used to an empty bed
Don’t back away
Retreat ain’t for the brave
I used to drag like honey on bark
I am starting
I am starting to realize
to realize
I am starting
I am starting to realize
to realize
You are stone
Lightnin’ bottled gold
Yes I’m here to start again
Don’t sail along
Used to hesitate
Oh my hesitate
babe let’s not be late
The way you kiss
kickstart the dead
baby girl we are kindred
Tattoo me in this ink of time
I am starting
I am starting to realize
to realize
I am starting
I am starting to realize
to realize
I am starting
I am starting to realize
to realize
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Fire in the Field Boston, Massachusetts
Fire in the Field immediately makes an impression with their eclectic style of heavy driving rock. The band's signature endorphin-releasing, guitar-driven sound has a bluesman's swagger and a punk heart. Mike Moore (Guitar/Vocals) channels Hendrix via Prince, both musically and in showmanship. Jared Graham (Drums), Jeff Badolato (Bass), and Moore explore a melting pot of influences ... more
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