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6X6
02:30
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Bleach the coffee stains out of the cups
Giving my own hair a brand new cut
I sew my own barrier mask to keep me safe
When I go to Safeway
Loading up the Zoom call for music lessons
History lessons and dance classes
Let’s make the best of every minute every day
I’m not surprised that we stopped at this place
6 feet apart is better than 6 feet under
It makes me wonder how this world’s gonna to change
It’s gonna change, oh this world is gonna change
Let’s make the best of every minute every day
I’m not surprised that we stopped at this place
6 feet apart is better than 6 feet under
It makes me wonder how this world’s gonna to change
It’s gonna change, oh the world is gonna change
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Rattler
02:34
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Print more money. I need more bombs.
Ear to the ground, the march is on
Settle up Sam, cover your sins
Cash is coming home, you’re looking thin
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Step up to the mic Prez, take a shot
Meet with the Fed to plan and plot
You and your buddies will seize the day!
Hop into the fiat and speed away
From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Heads of distraction are laying it on
Fill it full of bacon then abandon the farm
The Shepherd and the Marshall taking account
The debt on our shoulders is crushing the bank
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
The old smoke and mirrors trick will no longer works
It’s a mighty smart move to get back to the dirt
In ‘71 we came out of the woods
Then the 80’ Big-Bang pushed us right off the cliff
From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Credit and base money own the stage
Someone’s got to pay at the end of the day
From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Trimmed printed money suits are keeping them cool
The Central Banks are inflatable tools
Dumping fresh-inked cash into the vaults
Better use it up before it ain’t worth salt
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Printed more money so I picked up speed
Our angle shooting muckle tricks are doggin’ me
Come on now, don’t fail on my watch
Keeping my fingers and my arms crossed
From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Credit and base money own the stage
Someone’s got to pay at the end of the day
From the dirty poor to the filthy rich it’s all the rage
Claim what you can as you rattle the cage
Rattle…
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3. |
All I Ever Wanted
03:51
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20-30-40-50-60 times around the sun
All I ever want is to be with you
A life of celebration
Born in a time of free love
Turning on, tuning in, dropping out
Voices well-intentioned
Pure as the southern oceans
Breathing in, breathing out
Always seeking the truth
I loved my skateboard, red jeans and blue Vans
I loved my bike and doing jumps at the Dykes
This life's a celebration
We found real love
Turn it on, pull me in, bringing out (the best in me)
Each day’s the first day
Each kiss the first kiss
I meet your soul when I meet your lips
Always searching for you
I love the sweet times, the motion of our lives
I love our shared lives – a look into your eyes
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Hey Mister… got any change?
Divisive ways got us living in chains
Breaking down the people
Cutting the threads
Sever your ties to your
Network of friends
Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop
Once you’re on the bus
No one gets off!
Hey sister, what side are you on?
We’re taught to keep it all
Never let go
If you’re not with US
Your with the Others
IF you’re the Other
You’re not one of US
Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop
Once you’re on the bus
No one gets off! No One!
Just stop. You’re nothing but talk
Get back in your seat – no one gets off! No one!
If I’m on the inside, you’re on the out
Red, Blue, Black and White
Is what it’s about
Group A doesn’t diggit
Reject where you fit
The B’s are gonna stick it to you
Right where you sit
Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop
Once you’re on the bus
No one gets off! No One!
Hey Leader, whatcha charging for change?
Sticking nanotech and needles into my veins
The power you possess with
Your pen is insane
The SIG’s have got you leashed
Tied and bound in the end
Here’s a free ticket to ride till you drop
Once you’re on this bus
No one gets off! No One!
Hey Mister, got any change?
Hey sister, got any change?
Hey brother, got any change?
Hey mother(fucker), got any change?
Hey lovers, got any change?
Hey leaders, got any change?
Hey breeders, got any change?
Hey cheaters, got any change?
Just stop. ride till you drop – no one gets off!
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5. |
Taking The Highway
02:40
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I drove three hours
in the wrong direction
Pulled into the State Beach right off the 1
Stepped out of the car
My feet started moving
Staged us a dancin’ party at dawn
Can’t really recall
What the hell we were on
It must have been the good shit
Cuz everybody kept on hangin’ around
I’m in
I’m gone
Blurred lines
Which side am I on?
Takin’ the highway
Shot up into SF
Tore down to LA
Messed around in West Hollywood
And even got laid
I could see the 405
From the rooftop lounge
Seemed like the whole damn city
Was ready to drown
Pour me a stiff one
Hit me with pills
Pass the blade and looking glass
I’ll roll up the bill
Takin’ the highway
Three days later
I’m a pile of bones
I asked my girlfriend
Who was chasin’ stones
Hey, where we been?
Where did we go?
She said, we drove up to the mountains
To get us some snow
Flew a hundred miles an hour
Back to my hole
How we made it through the checkpoints
I’ll never know!
Takin' the Highway
I’m in
I’m gone
Blurred lines
Which side am I on?
Takin' the Highway
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6. |
Caught In The City
04:00
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I’m walking home
Hayes Laguna Oak
Hills I have to climb
Behind dark windows
TV glowing bright
The heart and the mind
Chained/Opened
at the same time
Boots hit the pavement
With power and with grace
Two steps forward, one step back
Did I turn the right way?
This city is a nightmare
A blessing in disguise
Burned in the fire
The phoenix will rise
Chasing the night
Fanning and stoking the flames!
Lonely
Scared yet alive
Fear for the darkness, afraid of the light
I don’t want to talk about
The things that stress me out
I’ll only let you down
When my face hits the ground
Tried to stack my cards
On the surface, straight in line
I showed up on most nights
All lit up like the city lights
When I laid her down to die
My core was frozen ice
Though I couldn’t face it then
I vowed to never run and hide
When I saw the angel
So innocent and chaste
I could have gone one of two ways
The present or to my grave
Chasing the night
Fanning and stoking the flames!
Lonely
Scared yet alive
Fear for the darkness, afraid of the light
Confined within the limits
Of this city day and night
The fullness and the emptiness
As one they coincide
I’ve walked the stairway to the stars
But tripped up the first flight
So, I’m captive to the learning
Repeating wrong and right
Repeating wrong and right
I finally made it home
Each step I take I own
Strike with words that leave a bruise
The blade cuts clean and pierces through
Every man and every woman
At some time in their lives
Holds their head low
Sink into the bitter mire
Pressing down closing in
These prison walls are paper thin
I hear everybody thinking
Can I get out alive?
We’re looking for a shred of love
It’s all the same to you and me
We want it all, but we’ll take a dime
If I get it … the world will be mine
Chasing the night
Fanning and stoking the flames!
Lonely
Scared yet alive
Fear for the darkness, afraid of the light
Confined within the limits
Of this city day and night
The fullness and the emptiness
As one they coincide
I’ve walked the stairway to the stars
But tripped up the first flight
So, I’m captive to the learning
Repeating wrong and right
Repeating wrong and right
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7. |
Thread The Needle
03:39
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When I wrote that song, way, way back in the day
I dig the number 6 because it cut so many ways
Ways to summon evil thoughts, ways to face down death
Ways to come out fighting never taking second best
We walk on through the graveyard in the middle of the night
Fill our heads with illicit drugs to the fullest of delight
We’d roll into the town square take a seat up on the bench
Smell of roses, sweat and weed, oh it was quite the stench
Do you’ll remember 3-finger Steve and the stories he would tell?
He said he was a hypnotist and could talk to God himself!
He’d buy us beer and cigarettes and hang out with the crew
Always had a bag of fried chicken, he was a crazy, weird-ass dude!
(Rest in Peace, Steve!)
It was times like these that inspired me to question what I see
Like Reagan and the Pope, the industrial war machines
Had nothing but a creative streak; a spark I could ignite
I wanted answers when I heard a song not just more questions why
Though I love that groovy style of the 1970’s
The grit and guts and in-your-face of the 80’s was my scene –
that’s why I’m…
Threading the needle, finding the discord, striking a balance in this place
Threading the needle, ain’t toeing no line, your days are numbered, so are mine
Threading the needle for my time
We said, “FUCK YOU” to The Man in an anarchistic rage
We followed it up with music that addressed the shit we’d seen
The lies, lies and more lies and lying to my face
From politicians and my boss, mom and dad’s mistakes
The fucking depraved preachers all bled into the sound
Taking down that Western Front was what we're all about –
that’s why I’m…
Threading the needle, finding the discord, striking a balance in this place
Threading the needle, ain’t toeing no line, your days are numbered, so are mine
Threading the needle, biding time
that’s why I’m…
Threading the needle, finding the discord, striking a balance in this place
Threading the needle, live in the right, don’t you let them demons run your life
Threading the needle for our time
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8. |
The Dog
03:34
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From the shadows, into the dark
On a leash, wait for the bark
Black Dog creeps, moves in slowly
Waits until you’re vulnerable, full-stop lonely
Feed The Dog
I’m on my own, made it til noon
A few more hours, shelter soon
Cursed sweat, drenched meat, betrayed my trust
I hear the call, the night dog’s lust
Feed The Dog
Never, never, never give up!
Let it rest, it’s only a pup
My North Star guides me down to land
The hourglass, I watch the passing sands
Feed The Dog
As I sit here, so forlorn
Next to a silent telephone
Imagine, a far off and distant land
Clenching teeth in both my hands
Feed The Dog
In this dark corner, I wait for your call
Forgive my torment, forgive my drawl
I need you to know, I tasted the sand
I need you to reach out, take my hand
Feed The Dog
…I hear you friend, we’re in this together
What we’ve lost, it’s not lost forever?
Dark clouds and thunderous skies
I’m listening, I hear you asking why
Feed The Dog
My body's flushed with adrenaline
Pushes back to the night Dog’s den
Heartbeat rammed up in my throat
Fighting back – losing hope
Feed The Dog
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9. |
The Things You Miss
03:02
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I was thinking that we were evolution
That we were half past the need for revolution
I miss going our separate ways for the day
Then coming back together
I miss our long talks in the coffee shop
When we thought it was a much safer world
I miss holding the people that I love
Going for a beer at the pub!
Here we go, here we go … spinning out of control
I miss my false belief that danger was on hold
I miss nights’ sans the bad dreams
A little time alone,
In my house,
Alone…
A little time alone!
Go, go, go!
I miss the grand kids, school kids, my cool kids
Thrift stores for new clothes and going to the show
I miss marathons, the sauna and my dirty hands!
Maybe it’s high time we slow it down? (HERE WE GO!)
Here we go, here we go … spinning out of control
I miss my false belief that danger was on hold
I miss nights’ sans the bad dreams
A little time alone,
In my house,
Alone…
A little time alone!
Go, go, go!
I was thinking we were evolution
That we were half past the need for revolution
I miss holding the people that I love
Maybe it’s high time we slow it down?
Go, go, go!
I miss our long talks in the coffee shop
When we thought it was a much safer world
I miss holding the people that I love
Maybe it’s high time we slow it down?
Go, go, go!
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10. |
I Can't See Your Face
03:22
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I’m gonna do whatever I want
I’m gonna say what I want to say
It’s life, my will, our time, my deal
I’m gonna play what I’m gonna play
Welcome in the Raging 20’s
We roared last time around
Crisis across the planet
Virus leaving the White House
I’m gonna keep it going
Call in a body of work
Each year, 10 songs, 10 years, catalog
Commentary, catalyst, who cares, I care
I know we face extraordinary times
Divided we fall, i-so-la-tion
There’s nothing to fear but fear itself
I can’t see your face!
I can't see your face!
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SUIT Santa Cruz, California
SUIT is my soundtrack - an Americana -mashup dedicated to freedom.
SUIT will explore
whatever SUIT wants to explore.
The mission is to create 10 volumes that will strive to capture what I describe as “The Raging 20’s”.
4 in the pocket with the release of ’Power’ - 2023 with ‘Leisure, Wet and Birthday’ in the rear view mirror.
The goal: release one volume per year - 2020 to 2030
Diggit!
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