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Turn Your Radio On
02:59
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Come and listen in to my radio station
Where the host of heaven sings
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
If you wanna hear the sounds of Zion
Coming from the land of endless springs
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and glory to share.
Turn your lights down low and listen to the master’s radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Come and listen in to the glory-land chorus,
Listen to the glad Hoseanna Rose.
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
Get a little taste of joys awaiting,
Get a little heaven in your soul
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and glory to share.
Turn your lights down low and listen to the master’s radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Listen to songs of the fathers and the mothers
And the many friends gone on before
Turn your radio on, turn your radio on
Some eternal morning we shall meet them
Over on the hallelujah shores
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
Turn your radio on and listen to the music in the air
Turn your radio on and glory to share.
Turn your lights down low and listen to the master’s radio
Get in touch with God, turn your radio on.
(REPEAT)
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We were going to the all night dance
You said you would never waver
But you felt like a cheap romance
And gave him a party favor.
Dance with the one who brung ya
Stay true to the one who trusts ya
Dance with the one who brung ya
Stay true to the one who trusts ya
There was a rock a mile high,
Now I sit and watch the gravel fly
I once thought it would never change
Now I know it’ll never be the same.
You went to the rest room and I went
To the punchbowl
But you found the men’s room and
Spiked punch, it took it’s toll.
Dance with the one who brung ya
Stay true to the one who trusts ya
Dance with the one who brung ya
Stay true to the one who trusts ya
There was a rock a mile high,
Now I sit and watch the gravel fly
I once thought it would never change
Now I know it’ll never be the same.
…never be the same.
“When you said you loved me like a brother it hurt so bad I had to say uncle.”
…never be the same.
“She speaks 15 languages but she won’t talk to me.”
…never be the same.
I gave you a pink corsage,
But you liked him and gave me the dodge.
By the time you two hit the floor,
I didn’t want to dance with you no more.
Dance with the one who brung ya
Stay true to the one who trusts ya
Dance with the one who brung ya
Stay true to the one who trusts ya
There was a rock a mile high,
Now I sit and watch the gravel fly
I once thought it would never change
Now I know it’ll never be the same.
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Zig Zag
03:10
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Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
The way you been acting, you got a grown man crying.
You tell me lot of things guaranteed to enlighten me.
I tell you baby I’m not blind, I can see.
Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
Living with you is like a song without rhyme.
Now you thought it was really cool to stay up all night, talk till dawn.
Making love to you is about exciting as mowing the lawn.
Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggitty
Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity
Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig
Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
Living with you, is about to drive me to the line.
Now I’m reading lot of books to help me communicate with you.
You make me so God-damn mad gonna call my lawyer and sue.
Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggitty
Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity
Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig
Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
Living with you is like a song without rhyme.
We’re going some place, I’m not sure where we’re gonna go.
But you can take this old boat, you can row.
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4. |
Ode To Harris
02:26
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Woah, she’s a lady that holds you
She’s a woman that knows you
She’s a mother that scolds you
She’s a lover that loves you
Elevator’s running strong
Bring me back where I belong
Keep me in that sweet misery
Woah, she’s a dog that pets you
She’s a lizard that licks you
She’s a she’s a dog that pets you
She’s a lizard that licks you
Roaches running down the hall,
Don’t worry they’re pretty small
Better than a Row-Boy any day.
Train rolls by, early in the morn
Shakes me in my sleeping bones
And I’m loving every minute of it.
Woah, she’s coffee in the morning,
Wine in the evening.
She’s coffee in the morning,
Wine in the evening
Rats With Keys and bad TV,
Chairs in trees and Acid Kings,
Frank Miller’s guitar.
Woah, she’s a prayer that’s answered
she’s a prayer that’s answered
she’s a prayer that’s answered
she’s a prayer that’s answered
Zumberg called Washington
Ronnie’s coming with his guns
Those kids are having too much fun.
Train rolls by, early in the morn
Shakes me in my sleeping bones
And I’m loving every minute of it.
Woah, she’s chimes in the breeze
she’s chimes in the breeze
she’s chimes in the breeze
she’s chimes in the breeze
Woah, she’s a lady that holds you
she’s a dog that pets you
She’s a woman that knows you
She’s wine in the evening
Those she seems pretty old,
Always there when you get home,
So good such fun
So good such fun
So good such fun
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Her Front Porch
01:51
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It’s where we used to sit and talk till dawn
Now she kisses all the boys on…
Her front porch, her front porch, her front porch, her front porch.
You never have to worry about a fight,
Until her parents flick on the light.
On her front porch, her front porch, her front porch, her front porch.
You may be worried about the chiggers on the lawn.
But you’ll still get the bug on…
Her front porch, her front porch, her front porch, her front porch.
You may hesitate before the endeavor.
‘cause you know that it’s now or never
On her front porch, her front porch, her front porch, her front porch.
Yeah-her front porch, yeah-her front porch, yeah-her front porch.
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Anthea A
02:09
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Anthea A. self-made billionairese,
Made her fortune through mail-order sales.
A former Avon representative,
she dabbled in Tupperware on the weekends.
By day an American working wife,
who have guessed about her secret life?
When she took the kiddies out for spin,
who would have guessed her intentions of sin?
Anthea A. you got blood on your fingers
You’re eating the cream of America’s youth,
Photo on a milk carton ain’t much good
‘Cause Johnny’s been turned into soup.
Anthea had a certain way with kids
She even practiced on her own brood
The right mix of herbs and spices,
She could turn kids into food.
Her speciality was after-school car pools,
A wagon-load of flesh was her cup of tea.
Duran Duran vids were more than enough,
To shut the kids up until dinner time.
Anthea A. you got blood on your fingers
You’re eating the cream of America’s youth,
Photo on a milk carton ain’t much good
‘Cause Johnny’s been turned into soup.
The delicacies of Anthea A. made Betty Crocker look like a fluke.
Limb and organs and fingers and stuff,
Nothing grown-up, nothing rough.
Anthea A. better watch your step,
You’re skating on mighty thin ice.
What are your neighbors gonna think,
When they see their child on a bed of rice?
Anthea A. you got blood on your fingers
You’re eating the cream of America’s youth,
Photo on a milk carton ain’t much good
‘Cause Johnny’s been turned into soup.
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Go To The Farm
02:41
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Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
We’re gonna feed chickens at the farm,
We’re gonna milk cows, I’ll show you how.
There’s lot to do at the farm,
We’ll bale hay and lay in it all day.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Suns always shining on the farm,
There’s no clouds, no reason to cry.
Everything is beautiful on the farm,
C’mon now, I will show you how.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Show you how to feed those chickens, milk that cow, walk that dog.
It’s all the things you do on the farm.
Lot to do on the farm, we love the farm,
C’mon honey, I wanna show you how to farm.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Go to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free.
Go to the farm.
Go to the farm.
Going to the farm, to the farm, to the farm with me,
Go to the farm and we will be free
Go to the farm.
Go to the farm.
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8. |
Bowl O' Chili
02:32
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Two dollars in my pocket, sun’s getting low
Time I was looking for a place to sleep
Winds coming up, shelter’s mighty scarce,
Time I was thinking about something to eat.
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
Dollar on the counter, three-legged stool
Darker the brew, the deeper my ache.
Don’t make it deluxe, just make it thick
Chili done right is a chili that sticks
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
Six voices stringing in the weathered street
Meet a friend that's broker than me.
He asks me for change, I give him what I got
Here’s my last dollar.
No use for pockets when there’s no coins to keep
As long as that last bowl of chili was deep
Chili done right is a chili that hangs and puts to your bones to sleep
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
Lava’s still burning inside of me
Doing its job and keeping me fed
Don’t ask for more belly so full it hurts
Sky full of stars makes a fine dessert.
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
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The New Agriculturalists Los Angeles, California
The New Agriculturalists were an American country/folk/rock duo and sometimes quartet that performed and recorded from 1985 to 1989. Founded in Los Angeles by guitarist Will Rusch and vocalist Brad Vanderburg, it would also include bassist Steve Vernon and drummer James Mak. ... more
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