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Mood Food Cafe
02:08
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We were young and proud and full of ideas
We were gonna start a business that exceeded us
But it all went haywire one fine day
And now its called the Mood Food cafe
Well music and food is still our thing
But stranger things have crept their way in
I swear this ain't no hallucination
Must just be god workin one of his old favors
Ive seen it all before is what they all say
I believe you but come on down to the Mood Food cafe
There's a monkey here who speaks four languages
And everyday he gets up to weird shenanigans
I met him on a corner selling guns
I said come on in buddy, we're gonna have some fun today
There's a Japanese guy talkin' about atoms
And the monkey in the corner starts going bananas
They start arguing in a language I don't understand
Then he launches at me, atoms flying everywhere
Ive seen it all before is what they all say
I believe you but come on down to the Mood Food cafe
Im not one to pick a fight
So I pulled up a chair and said wait a minute there
Lets settle this the old-fashioned way
First one to beat the monkey at chess gets to stay
But wouldn't you know it, that monkey's pretty smart
He beat both of us right at the start
I guess evolution ain't workin' in our favor
Monkey's first and humans...later
Ive seen it all before is what they all say
I believe you but come on down to the Mood Food cafe
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2. |
What Brought Me To You
03:18
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Im not the one to call out to you
Even though it could be better
So we stay quiet and we stay blue
We'll go on forever
Forever askin the kind lord
How to change the weather
Forever tryin to understand
How the pieces got bent
Oh, a tossin and a turnin
Yearnin for a little romance
My friends they been talkin these days
They've been goin like fire
Sayin I should pack up my bags
Before I sink in the mire
I know it'd be easier, breezier too
If we just parted
I know itd be safer and later I'd tell
My friends I was joining the party
But easy and safe ain't what brought me to you
You know I don't listen to my friends no more
Its cuz they're all broken-hearted
Seems like we all sink the ball these days
Before we call it
I know it'd be easier, breezier too
If we just parted
I know itd be safer and later I'd tell
My friends I was joining the party
But easy and safe ain't what brought me to you
No, we've got a lot of lovin left to do
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3. |
Ragtime Game
02:22
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Spain's hot, Scotland cold
Everywhere you go they all want your soul
Nobody's different, everyone the same
Playing their part in this ragtime game
The hot one's will burn you, cold ones chill you to the bone
Each one of them will leave you wanting more
Why do we it, why don't we pull in the reigns
Playing our part in this ragtime game
We've all got stories of the one that got away
When we tried so hard but they just wouldn't stay, no
Instead of sitting here licking my wounds
Well pass me up them dice, Im getting back in the groove
Oh Susanna, she had the looks
Could make an honest man a crook
She'll take you in, make you holler and shout
Just enough crazy to make a man go wild
Lila, she's the special kind
Never leave home without a pitbull by her side
He'll take your head off with one quick move
She knows how she likes it, you better know it too
What are we doing here, what have we got left
Where's your dignity, where's your self-respect
Im telling you straight judge, I ain't got no shame
Playing my part in this ragtime game
We'll keep going until we can't go no more
We live in the bars and we sleep next door
We're always close, one step away
Playing our part in this ragtime game
We're just playing our part in this ragtime game
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4. |
Down to the Water
03:33
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Travelled down the coast
600 miles
before it all fell out
all exposin nerves like wires
buzzin and sparkin about
I went down to the water
Thought Id find some answers there
but everyone I talked to and everyone they spoke of
said all the answers are in your head
I got a girl in Spain
and a family in Holland too
Ive been travellin around so much these days
Im afraid Im playin the fool
There wasnt nobody down by the water
Who could satisfy my thirst
Cuz everyone I talked to and everyone they spoke of
Said you gotta go where ya feel it the most
Oh one of these days
Are the pieces gonna come together
But some of these days it feel like
All the pieces be fallin on me first
Ive been singing my songs now
For a couple of years
Ain't one of them of which I could say
Sounds like sweet tunes to my ears
Aint there nobody down by the water
Who can tell me what to do
Cuz everyone I talked to and everyone they spoke of
Said boy, its gotta come from you first
Oh one of these days
Are the pieces gonna come together
But some of these days it feel like
All the pieces be fallin on me first
Yeah one of these days well
Are all the pieces gonna come together
But some of these days it feel like
All them pieces be falling on me first
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5. |
Wild Oats
03:34
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I used to dive
Headfirst into the sea
Swam with the fishes
Of every color and breed
I studied their scales
Watched them glisten and glow
Now the sea's have parted
Left me here on my own
These wild oats of mine
They have hit a drought
Aint had no rain (had no rain)
Sun's a beatin down
I'll put my boots
Back on the shelf
Come next spring
I'll try em on again
There's but one girl I loved
She kept me tame for years
Now that she's gone
Im left with just my fears
Well a flower needs water
To open and bloom
If this drought holds up
Lord, you know Im doomed
These wild oats of mine
They have hit a drought
Aint had no rain (had no rain)
Sun's a beatin down
I'll put my boots
Back on the shelf
Come next spring
I'll try em on again
Ive given the crew
The day to go rest
Ive put my tools
Back in the shed
There's cracks in the land
Vultures settling in
Just a few more days
And they'll be pickin at my skin
These wild oats of mine
They have hit a drought
Aint had no rain (had no rain)
Sun's a beatin down
I'll put my boots
Back on the shelf
Come next spring
I'll try em on again
Come next spring
I'll try em on again
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6. |
Angel from Montgomery
05:14
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I am an old woman now
Named after my mother
My old man is another
Child who's grown old
If dreams were thunder
Lightning desire
This old house would've burned down
A long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me something that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young one
I had me a cowboy
He wasn't much to look at
Just a free rambling man
That was a long time
And no matter how I try
The years just flow by
Like a broken down dam
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me something that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
There's flies in the kitchen
I can hear them buzzing
And I ain't done nothing
Since I woke up today
How the hell can a person
Go to work in the morning
Come home in the evening
Without a damn thing to say
Make me an angel that flies from Montgomery
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me something that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
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Isaac Tabor Bantry, Ireland
Dutch-American songwriter and guitarist, showcasing folk and roots songs through his time in Ireland.
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