GUTBUCKET (George Rossi/Hunihive Music, BMI)
It’s got to be thumpin’
Rockin’ piano pumpin’
Make my big toe. . . shoot up through my boot
I need them bone-head licks
Pound me down right to my bricks
Don’t have to be clever. . .ya don’t have to be cute
Like a drunk in a liquor store
I’ll soak it up like a sponge
Stick my ladle in. . .your bathtub gin
Gutbucket... Gutbucket blues
Oh, yeah.... you really got a hold on me
Gutbucket... Gutbucket blues
Oh yeah,.... ya really got a hold on me
I get intoxicated. . . my 88’s get radiated
I’m a real gone daddy when I’m puttin’ out that sound
You can throw them sticks’’stones
I’m still gonna feed my gutbucket Jones
I’ts the only thing that has never let me down
Like a drunk in a liquor store
I’ll soak you up like a sponge
Stick my ladle in. . . your fish drippins
Gutbucket. . . Gutbucket blues
Oh, yeah. . . .you really got a a hold on me
Gutbucket. . . gutbucket blues
Oh yeah, ya really got a hold on me
Ya really got a hold on me
Ya really got a hold on me
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Showing posts with label Lyrics/Song Stories. Show all posts
Monday, September 1, 2008
Lie To Me (lyrics)
LIE TO ME (George Ross/HnniHive Music, BMI)
Oh you could’ve had a little mercy on me
Made up your mind or . . . set me free
Oh baby. . . you said you’d never lie to me
Were you thinkin’ of me baby
When you were lyin’ next to him
Oh baby . . . you said you’d never lie to me
Now lovers fall. . . in and out of love
That cycle never ends
But that never gave you the right. . .
Not to treat me like a friend
While you were worried ‘bout your profit and loss
You stuck me in the middle of your double cross
Oh baby. . . you said you’d never lie to me
Now lovers fall. . . in and out of love
That cycle never ends
But that never gave you the right. . .
Not to treat me like a friend
While you were worried ‘bout your profit and loss
You never stopped mama to really count the cost
Oh baby. . . you said you’d never lie to me
Oh you could’ve had a little mercy on me
Made up your mind or . . . set me free
Oh baby. . . you said you’d never lie to me
Were you thinkin’ of me baby
When you were lyin’ next to him
Oh baby . . . you said you’d never lie to me
Now lovers fall. . . in and out of love
That cycle never ends
But that never gave you the right. . .
Not to treat me like a friend
While you were worried ‘bout your profit and loss
You stuck me in the middle of your double cross
Oh baby. . . you said you’d never lie to me
Now lovers fall. . . in and out of love
That cycle never ends
But that never gave you the right. . .
Not to treat me like a friend
While you were worried ‘bout your profit and loss
You never stopped mama to really count the cost
Oh baby. . . you said you’d never lie to me
(Working on My) Addictions (lyrics)
(WORKING ON MY) ADDICTIONS (George Rossi, HuniHive Music, BMI)
Yeah . . . just one shot
Of courage to sanctify me
I’m naked and I’m unafraid
I’m all liquored up
Unraveling knots in my head
All illusions get ripped away
When you slide down this razor blade
I’m workin’ – on my addictions
Got my head screwed down tight
Practicing my afflictions
Tryin’ to make it – through the night
Takin’ a bath in a bottle
Gonna wash away all my sins
And find my peace
Yes, and I’m tryin’
To get blind so I might see
Where my dreams have slipped away
I might as well give ‘em more grease
(‘cause I’m)
Workin’ – on my addictions
Ain’t no story to sob
Practicing my afflictions
Don’t you know it’s a 9 to 5 job
‘Cause I’m workin’ – on my addictions
Got my head screwed down tight
Practicing my afflictions
Tryin’ to make it through the night
Tryin’ to make it . . . . . . through the night
I’m tryin’ to make it . . . . through . . . . the night
Yeah . . . just one shot
Of courage to sanctify me
I’m naked and I’m unafraid
I’m all liquored up
Unraveling knots in my head
All illusions get ripped away
When you slide down this razor blade
I’m workin’ – on my addictions
Got my head screwed down tight
Practicing my afflictions
Tryin’ to make it – through the night
Takin’ a bath in a bottle
Gonna wash away all my sins
And find my peace
Yes, and I’m tryin’
To get blind so I might see
Where my dreams have slipped away
I might as well give ‘em more grease
(‘cause I’m)
Workin’ – on my addictions
Ain’t no story to sob
Practicing my afflictions
Don’t you know it’s a 9 to 5 job
‘Cause I’m workin’ – on my addictions
Got my head screwed down tight
Practicing my afflictions
Tryin’ to make it through the night
Tryin’ to make it . . . . . . through the night
I’m tryin’ to make it . . . . through . . . . the night
Wrong Set of Horses (lyrics)
WRONG SET OF HORSES (George Rossi/HuniHive Music, BMI)
Used to feel / Like the main attraction
No longer useful / I’m just a distraction
It’s so inviting
To run with the pack
Why blaze a trail?
When you can ride on a back
Took my cues from ill-informed sources
Failed to recognize where positive force was
Hitched my wagon to the Wrong Set of Horses
Whisper in my ear / Mixed up suggestion
Fed all the right answers / To all the wrong questions
Finally discovered
I’ve been led astray
Blamin’ everybody for loosing my own way
Yeah Buddy I got many excuses
For sittin’ round stewin’ in my own juices
Hitched my wagon to the Wrong Set of Horses
All you children,…lost in space
Take its hand…and walk out of this place
All I ever did / was ride for free
Without ever takin’ Responsibility
You pay a price for giving up control
It’s paid with pieces of your very soul
Hitched my wagon to the Wrong Set of Horses
Wrong Set of Horses, yeah!
Used to feel / Like the main attraction
No longer useful / I’m just a distraction
It’s so inviting
To run with the pack
Why blaze a trail?
When you can ride on a back
Took my cues from ill-informed sources
Failed to recognize where positive force was
Hitched my wagon to the Wrong Set of Horses
Whisper in my ear / Mixed up suggestion
Fed all the right answers / To all the wrong questions
Finally discovered
I’ve been led astray
Blamin’ everybody for loosing my own way
Yeah Buddy I got many excuses
For sittin’ round stewin’ in my own juices
Hitched my wagon to the Wrong Set of Horses
All you children,…lost in space
Take its hand…and walk out of this place
All I ever did / was ride for free
Without ever takin’ Responsibility
You pay a price for giving up control
It’s paid with pieces of your very soul
Hitched my wagon to the Wrong Set of Horses
Wrong Set of Horses, yeah!
Slow Driving Man
SLOW DRIVING MAN (George Ross/ HuniHive Music, BMI)
Some men drive – like they in a race
Love shouldn’t feel – like a high speed chase
White knuckle drivin’ – surely takes a toll
You run out of gas before you reach your goal
I’m the designated driver – let me hold your wheel
Show you how a ride – is supposed to feel
Mosey down your backside…dig down to the core…
And getchya to a place you never – been before
Slow Drivin’ Man – Slow Drivin’ Man
I’m gonna get you to the promised land , , ,
But baby dontchew know that I’m a slow drivin’ man
You don’t have to speed to – the destination
When all the fun is in – Anticipation
When I’m the chauffer there’s one thing you’ll learn
I got more than one way to make your – Rubber Burn
Baby let me be your – Navigator
Buckle up Honey – We’re getting’ to it later
You won’t arrive in a timely fashion
But we’ll arrive at the height of passion . . .
Baby …Baby…Baby, Dontchew you know that I’m a
Slow Drivin’ Man – Slow Drivin’ Man
I’m gonna get you to the promised land , , ,
But baby dontchew know that I’m a slow drivin’ man
Slow Drivin’ Man…Slow Drivin’ Man… Slow Drivin’ Man
Some men drive – like they in a race
Love shouldn’t feel – like a high speed chase
White knuckle drivin’ – surely takes a toll
You run out of gas before you reach your goal
I’m the designated driver – let me hold your wheel
Show you how a ride – is supposed to feel
Mosey down your backside…dig down to the core…
And getchya to a place you never – been before
Slow Drivin’ Man – Slow Drivin’ Man
I’m gonna get you to the promised land , , ,
But baby dontchew know that I’m a slow drivin’ man
You don’t have to speed to – the destination
When all the fun is in – Anticipation
When I’m the chauffer there’s one thing you’ll learn
I got more than one way to make your – Rubber Burn
Baby let me be your – Navigator
Buckle up Honey – We’re getting’ to it later
You won’t arrive in a timely fashion
But we’ll arrive at the height of passion . . .
Baby …Baby…Baby, Dontchew you know that I’m a
Slow Drivin’ Man – Slow Drivin’ Man
I’m gonna get you to the promised land , , ,
But baby dontchew know that I’m a slow drivin’ man
Slow Drivin’ Man…Slow Drivin’ Man… Slow Drivin’ Man
The Ballade of Little Georgie (lyrics)
THE BALLADE OF LITTLE GEORGIE ....(George Rossi, HunniHive Music, BMI)
Crazy Angeline was a voodoo queen
She lived in the swamps outside of New Orleans
An’ one night in the cold an’ drizzlin’ rain
Angeline was pickin’ through garbage again
Under eggshells, chicken bones and rancid cheese
She found sumpin’ man, make your blood freeze !
Under all that garbage and rotten crud
She found an itty bitty baby Georgie boy.... inna bucket of blood
“Oh little one – how could they have done this to you?
What kind of peoples throws out a little baby child – like a worn out shoe?
So I took that baby home – I took him cause I was all alone
I said I’ll make you whole – my, my, my . . . little one
An’ bring you back to life – bring you back to life my son
And all the wrongs that been done – to – me and you
Are gonna be paid back in spades – through and through . . . . . .”
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
She brewed herself a voodoo stew
Poured in the blood of the loup garou
Eye of newt – chicken claw
Mandrake root anna monkey paw
Threw in the parts of an ole pianna
Dead pianna player’s bones from Loo-sianna
Took the baby by the foot and she dipped ‘em in
Filled his lungs with thunder and his mind with sin
And with all the evil in her head
She broght that boy back from the dead, well. . . .
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
“Son, when you reach the age of twenty one –
You gonna burn up the folks like the noon day sun
Play more pianna than any man. . . .
Dey’ll say datcha play like ya got t’ree hands.
You gonna outlove any man alive
Make the wimmens go down in a power dive.
An’ when you reach the age of three times seven. . .
You gonna give ‘em hell an’ make it feel like heaven. . . . . . .”
Well, Georgie reached twenty one at last
Every thing she prophesized came to pass
Poundin’ rhythm with fists of thunder
His voodoo beat set the town a-wonder
Piano rattlin’ like a gattlin’ gun
Piano rattlin’ like a gattlin’ gun
And the word spread out all over the land
‘Bout the that played like he got t’ree hands
Dontchew know he was doin’ evil
He was messin’ up their heads like an ole boll weevil
Took his revenge. . . .exacted his toll . . . .
Rocked ‘em into hell with a whole lotta soul, well. . . .
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
“Dontchew know we gotta get that boy . . .
He havin’ way to much fun
T’ree hand kid gotta be destroyed
Wo got de hatchet ? gimme a gun !
(Yeh, yeh) let’s poison his whiskey
(Yeh, yeh) he won’t be so friskey
(Yeh, yeh) but he don’t fall down in the mornin’
Georgie won’t fall down in the mornin’
Little Georgie boy-o”
So We went to the prettiest girl in town
We’ll pay ya ten thousand dollars just to take him down. . .
Make him holla now, make him squeal
Make him holla now, make him squeal
And roll his bone like a wagon wheel
And while you raisin’ a ruckus and kickin’ up sand. . .
Kill that boy and you’ll get ten grand . . .
Look out Little Georgie, Little Georgie boy
Look out Little Georgie, Little Zombie boy
“So I met up with Georgie ‘bout half past three
Say hey t’ree hands c’mon home with me
I don’t mean to brag but when it comes to lovin’
I’ll bake your bread like a pizza oven
I’m fine as wine – don’t mean to boast
I’ll turn your heart to butter and your mind . . . to toast.”
Well they shook that bed, they pounded them walls
Screams and moans and caterwauls
Atomic blasts in between the sheets
You could hear ‘em all the way down Rampart Street
Well, lovin’ that boy set her mind a-blurr
But ten grand was lookin’ mighty good to her
She done her job – she done her part
And she stabbed that boy . . . . right in his heart
Now the people gathered from all over town
They wanted ta be right there whwen they lowered him down . . .
Six feet under – hole in the ground
All the people in that whole damned town
They wanted ta make that scene on a Saturday night when they lowered his funky ass down in the ground........
Now the earth started shakin’ and the sky toined black
And lightnin’ slashed the sky with a mighty crack
An’ the doit started shiftin’ underneath their feet
There was no escape, there was no retreat
And their feet started sinkin’ in that swampy ground
And they knew right then n’ there there’d be no mercy found
People let me tell you there ain’t nothin’ meaner
Than to have your toes sucked on by Big Daddy Satan’s vacuum cleaner. . .
The ground was a-bubblin’ . . . . the oith was a quakin’
Hair stood on end as that zombie boy awakened
N’ out of the grave that boy did fly
I said out of the grave that boy did fly
N’ he spat on the ground as the town folks cried
“Lord have mercy don’t let us die
Oh, God in heaven we don’ wanna die”
And Georgie spun in the air and he toined his head
An’ he laughed at the people with the eyes of red
He say, “Prayer won’t help you won’t survive
An’ now you know what it’s like to be buried alive”
And far and away that boy did fly . . . .
Into the heart of a blood-red sky
Them foolish peoples they been misled
Them foolish peoples they been misled
I said them foolish peoples they been misled
Don’t you know you can’t kill something
That’s already been dead!!!
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....You Little Zombie Boy
Crazy Angeline was a voodoo queen
She lived in the swamps outside of New Orleans
An’ one night in the cold an’ drizzlin’ rain
Angeline was pickin’ through garbage again
Under eggshells, chicken bones and rancid cheese
She found sumpin’ man, make your blood freeze !
Under all that garbage and rotten crud
She found an itty bitty baby Georgie boy.... inna bucket of blood
“Oh little one – how could they have done this to you?
What kind of peoples throws out a little baby child – like a worn out shoe?
So I took that baby home – I took him cause I was all alone
I said I’ll make you whole – my, my, my . . . little one
An’ bring you back to life – bring you back to life my son
And all the wrongs that been done – to – me and you
Are gonna be paid back in spades – through and through . . . . . .”
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
She brewed herself a voodoo stew
Poured in the blood of the loup garou
Eye of newt – chicken claw
Mandrake root anna monkey paw
Threw in the parts of an ole pianna
Dead pianna player’s bones from Loo-sianna
Took the baby by the foot and she dipped ‘em in
Filled his lungs with thunder and his mind with sin
And with all the evil in her head
She broght that boy back from the dead, well. . . .
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
“Son, when you reach the age of twenty one –
You gonna burn up the folks like the noon day sun
Play more pianna than any man. . . .
Dey’ll say datcha play like ya got t’ree hands.
You gonna outlove any man alive
Make the wimmens go down in a power dive.
An’ when you reach the age of three times seven. . .
You gonna give ‘em hell an’ make it feel like heaven. . . . . . .”
Well, Georgie reached twenty one at last
Every thing she prophesized came to pass
Poundin’ rhythm with fists of thunder
His voodoo beat set the town a-wonder
Piano rattlin’ like a gattlin’ gun
Piano rattlin’ like a gattlin’ gun
And the word spread out all over the land
‘Bout the that played like he got t’ree hands
Dontchew know he was doin’ evil
He was messin’ up their heads like an ole boll weevil
Took his revenge. . . .exacted his toll . . . .
Rocked ‘em into hell with a whole lotta soul, well. . . .
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
“Dontchew know we gotta get that boy . . .
He havin’ way to much fun
T’ree hand kid gotta be destroyed
Wo got de hatchet ? gimme a gun !
(Yeh, yeh) let’s poison his whiskey
(Yeh, yeh) he won’t be so friskey
(Yeh, yeh) but he don’t fall down in the mornin’
Georgie won’t fall down in the mornin’
Little Georgie boy-o”
So We went to the prettiest girl in town
We’ll pay ya ten thousand dollars just to take him down. . .
Make him holla now, make him squeal
Make him holla now, make him squeal
And roll his bone like a wagon wheel
And while you raisin’ a ruckus and kickin’ up sand. . .
Kill that boy and you’ll get ten grand . . .
Look out Little Georgie, Little Georgie boy
Look out Little Georgie, Little Zombie boy
“So I met up with Georgie ‘bout half past three
Say hey t’ree hands c’mon home with me
I don’t mean to brag but when it comes to lovin’
I’ll bake your bread like a pizza oven
I’m fine as wine – don’t mean to boast
I’ll turn your heart to butter and your mind . . . to toast.”
Well they shook that bed, they pounded them walls
Screams and moans and caterwauls
Atomic blasts in between the sheets
You could hear ‘em all the way down Rampart Street
Well, lovin’ that boy set her mind a-blurr
But ten grand was lookin’ mighty good to her
She done her job – she done her part
And she stabbed that boy . . . . right in his heart
Now the people gathered from all over town
They wanted ta be right there whwen they lowered him down . . .
Six feet under – hole in the ground
All the people in that whole damned town
They wanted ta make that scene on a Saturday night when they lowered his funky ass down in the ground........
Now the earth started shakin’ and the sky toined black
And lightnin’ slashed the sky with a mighty crack
An’ the doit started shiftin’ underneath their feet
There was no escape, there was no retreat
And their feet started sinkin’ in that swampy ground
And they knew right then n’ there there’d be no mercy found
People let me tell you there ain’t nothin’ meaner
Than to have your toes sucked on by Big Daddy Satan’s vacuum cleaner. . .
The ground was a-bubblin’ . . . . the oith was a quakin’
Hair stood on end as that zombie boy awakened
N’ out of the grave that boy did fly
I said out of the grave that boy did fly
N’ he spat on the ground as the town folks cried
“Lord have mercy don’t let us die
Oh, God in heaven we don’ wanna die”
And Georgie spun in the air and he toined his head
An’ he laughed at the people with the eyes of red
He say, “Prayer won’t help you won’t survive
An’ now you know what it’s like to be buried alive”
And far and away that boy did fly . . . .
Into the heart of a blood-red sky
Them foolish peoples they been misled
Them foolish peoples they been misled
I said them foolish peoples they been misled
Don’t you know you can’t kill something
That’s already been dead!!!
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....Little Zombie Boy
Oh.....Little Georgie ....Little Georgie Boy
Oh.... Little Georgie ....You Little Zombie Boy
Tear It Down (lyrics)
TEAR IT DOWN (George Rossi/ HuniHive Music, BM!)
Pop any pill
Drink any potion
I will try anything
To cause a commotion
It’s all just sleight o’hand
And hocus pocus
How can I see the light
When I can’t focus
I got fire – but I can’t get burned
Hands are on the wheel – but I don’t know which way to turn
I got my soul
In hibernation
My mind is outta gas
Can’t find a station
Sustainin’ damage
I have been hobbled
How can you walk when you
Can’t even wobble?
Horses at the water – but they won’t drink
Map is in my hand – but I don’t – know which way to think
Tear it down and build it up again
All my past has left me suckin’ wind
Tear it down and build it up again
I need your filth
Need your corruption
You smashed my atoms but
There’s no deconstruction
Kill all my friends and
Shoot all my neighbors
And start to enjoy
All the fruits of my labors
Feel like cryin’ – I can’t find the tears
Foot is on the floor – but I can’t – get it in to gear
Tear it down and build it up again
All my past has left me suckin’ wind
Tear it down and build it up again
Tear it down and build it up again…..ahhh……
Tear it down....
Pop any pill
Drink any potion
I will try anything
To cause a commotion
It’s all just sleight o’hand
And hocus pocus
How can I see the light
When I can’t focus
I got fire – but I can’t get burned
Hands are on the wheel – but I don’t know which way to turn
I got my soul
In hibernation
My mind is outta gas
Can’t find a station
Sustainin’ damage
I have been hobbled
How can you walk when you
Can’t even wobble?
Horses at the water – but they won’t drink
Map is in my hand – but I don’t – know which way to think
Tear it down and build it up again
All my past has left me suckin’ wind
Tear it down and build it up again
I need your filth
Need your corruption
You smashed my atoms but
There’s no deconstruction
Kill all my friends and
Shoot all my neighbors
And start to enjoy
All the fruits of my labors
Feel like cryin’ – I can’t find the tears
Foot is on the floor – but I can’t – get it in to gear
Tear it down and build it up again
All my past has left me suckin’ wind
Tear it down and build it up again
Tear it down and build it up again…..ahhh……
Tear it down....
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