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I Want It Now
01:30
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I Want It Now
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Mystery Car
04:48
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Covered with leaves
Stranded in the parking lot
Out back behind my office window, rejected and abandoned
Afflicted by wanderlust
And fatigue with the 9 to 5
Temptation is killing me
To steal you for a joyride
You are a practical sedan
For a practical man
You are the ideal wheels for an executive on the lam
You have your Sundogs sun-roof
And your overhead cam
The space in the cab is trivial to me
There is room for my woman and the key
Mystery car, your fenders and bumpers are clean
Your Oyster-Blue finish mesmerizes me
Like a sophomore haunted by some Kerouac dream
My days are lived like I am walking on knives
Full of specious agendas and curated lies
I am waiting for the day when my courage arrives
And I can chase my wandering star
In my mystery car
I got an email
You’re on the radar of the groundskeeping crew
They were out back smoking a cigarette
Wasting a morning and ruining the view
One of them called a tow-truck
It is well on the way
We have to strike while the iron is hot
And make our getaway
Mystery car, you’ve stolen the rest of the scene
Your Oyster-Blue finish mesmerizes me
Like a sophomore haunted by some Kerouac dream
My days are lived like I am walking on knives
Full of specious agendas and curated lies
I am waiting for the day when my courage arrives
And I can chase my wandering star
To Colombia, or China, or Myanmar
I won’t be trapped like a bug in a jar
In my mystery car
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3. |
Comin' Back Home
03:52
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Janie took a ride downtown to the station
She’s got a one track mind and a complication
She can’t find true love in the back of a truck
Everybody’s sayin’ it’s a matter of luck
She doesn’t really know what to do
She’s comin’ back home to you
Well Janie went south with a pipe dream mission
She had a camper van and tie dye vision
But when the lightning strikes and it finds the boat
You gotta bail the water if you’re gonna stay afloat
She doesn’t really know what to do…..
She’s comin’ back home to you
All it takes is a little bit of common sense
You don’t need to go darwinistic
Just get your things and don’t go ballistic ….on me
Piano Solo
Well Janie got caught in a state of transition
Workin’ 9 to 5 ain’t a way to partition
But when the drinkin’ stops and the lights go down
Ain’t no body gonna carry you around
She doesn’t really know what to do…..
She’s comin’ back home to you
Guitar Solo
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4. |
Pick It Up
04:34
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You want to believe
That the night has a thousand eyes
And a couple of tricks up her sleeve
And that each of those thousand eyes can be your friend
And they all are looking at you
Are you paying attention?
To the light on the right of the screen
Indicating that your inbox is full
A thousand points received
There was something I was going to say
You know how it is when it slips your mind
I’ve dropped the ball, and it’s rolling away
Pick it up
Can you see the blue glow from across the room
Of a like, or a tweet, or a Rap beat
Calling to a werewolf driven by a silver moon
The Millennium Falcon in a tractor beam
A dollar on the floor by a coke machine
An angel calling from a flying dream
Pick It Up
Solo / Interlude
The seven steps of seduction
Or is it eight, I am never sure?
Lost in the indifference, of emoji strewn affections
And clever words
I am sure you are talking to me, yes you have my attention
As I lay in the dark and watch the cursor blink
A thousand points received
There was something I was going to say
You know how it is when it falls away
Like a blown up bridge in a cowboy movie
Pick it up
There’s a box on the step of my front door
For the life of me, I cannot remember who it’s from... or what it’s for
But somewhere, my account has a debit amount
For another box received
It must be seen to be believed
All the boxes flying everywhere
And landing at the doors of the alone
Delivered by a drone
Pick it up
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Turn down the light
It’s time to rest
Let go the night
Inside your head
Open up,
Your wings will carry you beyond the dawn
No one knows
All reason, buries you in treason
Find your way
You’re learning, don’t give up the turning tide
It’s all in your mind
The freedom within
You got to roll down the river til a beacon is revealed inside
In the night of the light
You float downstream
The sky turns blue
You find the peace
You know it’s true
No more lies
You’re hanging on to try to find resolve
Only you can
Weather all the dreams that reach you
Every day
Is fleeting hold on tight to what you know
It’s all in your mind
The freedom within
You got to roll down the river til a beacon is revealed inside
In the night of the light
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Ride
03:39
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A small stone bowl like the Aztecs used
To cut out the hearts of the losers of the games they played
Now this gringo, sits on the veranda
Tequila is poured, the salsa is made
Pennies on the dollar buy a whole barracuda
Swimming in mango and chili lime
The sea birds circling Neverland
While Pancho Villa and the rebels ride across the Rio Grande
Venustiano is my new best friend
He hovers by the bar and waits for a sign
I slip him a twenty when the evening ends
Controverting the rules, an understandable crime
The border patrol and the refugees
Drink Coronas together on the sugar white sand
While Pancho Villa and the rebels ride across the Rio Grande
Pinatas in the plaza sell for a song
We offer a hundred and then walk on
A conventional negotiation
From the edge of the pool, they say you can see to infinity
I try as I drink my chablis
My conscience is awash in wine
A lethargic emissary from an empire in decline
Interdiction, gone off the reservation
All the children are banned
It’s getting out of hand
As Pancho Villa and the rebels ride toward the western sun
It has only begun...
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7. |
Hard Life
04:51
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There is a road downtown
That leads to the edge of the world
And no one can tell you how to walk it alone
I left a good job, in the city
I left a good woman standing by my side
And I found nothing but darkness, in the middle of a cold cold night
It ain’t nothing but a hard life
I keep searchin’ for a fine line
I can’t find a way to let go
Of this hard hard life
Broken and down, I went
Twisted and ground, I spent
All that I had, I lost, and found out alone
I couldn’t hold on, to the meaning
Of what it was like livin’ life on the edge
So I took it to the limit, and couldn’t find my way back home
It ain’t nothing but a hard life
I keep searchin’ for a fine line
I can’t find a way to let go
Of this hard hard life
Guitar Solo 1
You’d think I would learn, from the past
And find a way out, of this trap
but torture and burn, seems to be the way for me
Demons and dreams, still haunt me
And I can’t stop til I dance on the sun
I’ve got nothing left to lose, and everything to gain in the end
It ain’t nothing but a hard life
I keep searchin’ for a fine line
I can’t find a way to let go
Of this hard hard life
Guitar Solo 2
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8. |
Jennifer
04:03
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I remember when she came to work that day
Young, with soft eyes, and sandy hair that blew my mind away
The kind of hair where you could see a thousand strands
It blows and lands in scattered patterns on her shoulders like a lei
A soft and an impressionable girl
Taking notes and watching furtively the goofy office dance
Advised to go to school she went to the University
And returned all full of rules about prediction and forbearing
Against randomness and chance
Jennifer would never call that data
When your heart bends like a tree in a hurricane
Unmeasured, unpredicted evidence would be evicted
Cause the proof is in the pudding
I should have seen the writing on the wall
It didn't seem like Jennifer at all
Jennifer retired the other day
I’ve seen her come and go, what does that say?
She was not the doe-eyed girl that I remembered
Whose hair blew wild and free with possibility unfettered
Babies at her knee, she’d had enough, and now she’s flown upon the wind
I will likely not see Jennifer again
Jennifer would never call that data
The sadness in my heart now she’s disappeared for good
The future just a fog of probabilities and odds
Predictive informatics, smart machines, and other gods
We worship at the altars of the day
And Jennifer has up and gone away
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9. |
The Code
04:54
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When the fire of youth is inside of you
You can see all the way to the land of dreams
But when the sky turns dark and the questions come
Can you still find a way to the dreams you’ve seen?
There’s a bridge, they say it’s too far
but you can’t believe the words they say
There’s a code, to make the ends meet
Hold tight to your horizon
Give it time, Don’t lose faith
When the morning light is upon your face
And the truth of your path settles down to rest
There may come a time when you can’t go on
And the fire of your youth is put to the test
There’s a road, you can follow
but you can’t foresee what’s waiting there
There’s a code, to make the ends meet
Hold tight to your horizon
Give it time, Don’t lose faith
Bridge / Solo
As the years roll on you will understand
There’s a void in your heart if you don’t believe
And when you stand at the edge of emptiness
You can choose not to lose all the dreams you seek
There’s a bridge, they say it’s too far
but you can’t believe the words they say
There’s a code, to make the ends meet
Hold tight to your horizon
Give it time, Don’t lose faith
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10. |
Freedom
04:54
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Freedom
Like a tidal wave, you find your way
Freedom
You gotta hold the line to make it stay………to make it stay
Black or white, we all are one in the same
It’s just a change of the name
It’s who we are
Guns and steel can tear your world to the ground
But the strength of your mind
Will carry you on
Freedom
Like a fire burns hot, you stay the road
Freedom
You gotta break the chains, and let it go……….. and let it go
Tortured soldiers on the new front line
It’s just a step in time, the war beyond
Fight to bring your vision to the core,
It’s what you’re fighting for
What you can see
Freedom
Like a thousand years, you’re hanging on
Freedom
You gotta find a way, to keep it strong………. to keep it strong
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11. |
Angus
04:29
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I went out to the deep green wood
Fire was burning in my head
Walked to a river and there I stood
Cut me a willow, tied on a thread
Dropped a line into the stream
Circles rippled like a dream
Down in my fingers, pull on the line
Do it again, just one more time
Apples of the Sun
Apples of the Moon
My feet are tired from a life on the run
Around the corner, I’ll find her soon
Flash of silver, leap in the air
Leaves are shimmering, sun is high
Pull it stronger, if I dare
Out on the wing, the white birds fly
Turning away, I light the fire
The sun goes down, and I retire
My mind drifts back, to places I’ve been
When I wake up, she’s gone again
Apples of the Moon
Apples of the Sun
Since I was young I’ve been writing this tune
I’m going to find her before I’m through
I’ve been wandering, forty years
Telling of the one that got away
Between the lies and between the beers
Night comes on, no more to say
Mountain snow runs down the stream
Flashing in the sun like a dream
I walk to the edge and there I stand
Reading the water with a stick in my hand
Apples of the Sun
Apples of the Moon
My feet are tired from a life on the run
Around the corner, I’ll find her soon
Apples of the Moon
Apples of the Sun
Since I was young I’ve been writing this tune
I’m going to find her before I’m through
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12. |
Balloon
05:47
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Michaelangelo went to the carnival show
He was inspired by a stranger with a painted face
He handed him a string dangling a bright red balloon
Michael let it go... watched it fly away
Up into outer space
Please don't pop my balloon
It took so long to fill it with popcorn dreams
Shining on the water, reflection of the moon
Objects in the mirror are not what they seem
Breathe the helium in, it makes me high, and carries me away
All God’s children have a place in the choir
It's a perfect afternoon, so
Please don't pop my balloon
Dante Alleghieri couldn't sit still at school
Scenes of California tripping in his renaissance mind
A naughty little hottie in a red maserati captured his wandering eye
She was the only education that Dante wanted to find
Please don't pop my balloon
It took so long to fill it with popcorn dreams
Shining on the water, reflection of the moon
Objects in the mirror are not what they seem
Breathe the helium in, it makes me high, and carries me away
All God’s children have a place in the choir
My hair is on fire
The scarecrow lady with the black high heels said
Balloons are no longer allowed
She came with a book of rules one day and said
You’ve got to find another way to distinguish yourself
From the rest of the crowd
Please don't pop my balloon
It took so long to fill it with popcorn dreams
Shining on the water, reflection of the moon
Objects in the mirror are not what they seem
Breathe the helium in, it makes me high, and carries me away
All God’s children have a place in the choir
I’m coming home soon
Please don't pop my balloon
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Sundogs Seattle, Washington
The Sundogs are a Seattle based band formed by Stan Snow and Jed Moffitt. Their original music is Indie Rock, Prog, Jazz,
Jam Band, Blues / Roots Rock, and is written to satisfy the music fan within.
Some people compare their musical styles to Tom Petty, Steely Dan, the Rolling Stones, Paul Simon, etc...with strong songwriting, musicianship, production, vintage guitar and keyboard solos.
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