1. |
Can't Shake You
02:39
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Can't Shake You
The merry month of May
The Dandi Lions roar
I hear their voices say,
"You're nothin' but a bore"
Chorus
No matter, no matter
No matter what I do
No matter, no matter
No matter what I do, I can't shake you
The lawns are emerald green
They know just what to do
They don't live in a dream
They're never coloured blue
Chorus (repeat)
I'm tryin', when the dark is so deep
I'm cryin', cause I can't fall asleep
Chorus (repeat)
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2. |
Dog N' Cat Blues
03:17
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Dog N' Cat Blues
I seen a dog wearin' boots while I walk with holes in my shoes
I seen a dog wearin' boots while I walk with holes in my shoes
Rover look warmer
What can I do?
I seen a pooch in a house with a family warm and asleep
I seen a pooch in a house feelin' safe, I live on these streets
Rover look warmer
I hang my head and weep, that's right
I seen a cat in the alley lookin' skinny as he can be
Scratchin' at the garbage, kitty look hungry
Yeah, that cat look a lot like me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what can I do?
Rover looks warmer, I got the dog n' cat blues
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what can I do?
Yeah Rover looks warmer, I got the dog n' cat blues
I got the dog n' cat blues
I got the dog n' cat blues
I got the dog n' cat blues
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3. |
Robots
03:20
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Nobody calls me but the robots
Nobody knocks upon my door
Cept for the hustlers tryin' to sell me
What I don't need no more
Sometimes it makes me angry
And then I just forget
Nobody calls me but the robots
My husband's name was Marty
A good man for the most part
Yeah sure we had our problems
But he left me the house and car
So I could keep on livin'
And then the phone will ring
Nobody calls me but the robots
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
ROBOTS
Sometimes I'll talk back to em
Hopin' someone's there
But I don't get an answer
Just talkin' in my ear
So I just keep on livin'
The blues that livin' brings
Nobody calls me but the robots
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
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My Father Was An American
My father was, an american
My father was, an american
He kept a gun, in the closet at home
He knew that he, had to go it alone
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh
My father was, a gambler and proud
Worked like a dog, was violent and loud
My father was, as big as the state
Drove to The Keys, in an old coupe de ville
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh
My father had, a generous heart
My father blew, his family apart
My father was, an american
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5. |
That Girl
04:03
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That Girl
That girl, she gonna break your heart
That girl, she gonna break your heart
Gonna show up in your little home
You see her on the telephone
That girl
That girl, she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it just you wait and see
That girl, she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it just you wait and see
That girl, she's gonna break your heart, oh, oh, oh
That girl, she's gonna break your heart, oh, oh, oh
She's gonna come into your little home
You're gonna see her on the telephone
That girl, oooh, ah, ah
That girl, she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it just you wait and see
That girl, she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do what she done to me
That girl, she gonna break your heart
That girl, she gonna break your heart
Down inside you when you're all alone
Feel her movin' in the blood and bone
That girl
That girl, she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do it just you wait and see
That girl, she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Ah she gonna do it, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
She gonna do what she done to me
That Girl, That Girl, That Girl
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6. |
Never Enough
04:54
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Never Enough
You got me runnin', skippin' and jumpin'
Got me in two places at once
All of your wishes, your dirty dishes
Yeah, now I know, just how it goes
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Baby, baby, baby with you
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Baby, baby, baby it's true
Oooh, oooh, never enough
You like the whole thing, not just a portion
You like distortion up to ten
And then another, just so you're covered
Yeah, now I know, just how it goes
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Baby, baby, baby with you
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Oooh, oooh, it's never enough
Baby, baby, baby so true
Oooh, oooh, never enough
It's never enough, I'm feelin' rough
Like I'm sinkin' down
Reach out a hand, help out a man
Baby don't turn around
It's one thing to need ya, another to feed ya
You got an endless appetite
Yeah, now I know
Oh, now I know
Just how it goes
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Baby, baby, baby with you
Oooh, oooh, it's never enough
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Baby, baby, baby it's true
Oooh, oooh, never enough
Never, never, never, never enough
No it's never, never, never, never enough
Na never, never, never, na, na, never enough
Ummm runnin', yeah
Ummm, skippin' and a jumpin' no
All of your wishes, umm your dirty dishes
Wash em up
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7. |
Old Man Car
03:11
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Old Man Car
Drive an old man car, down the right hand lane
Drive an old man car, with an old man name
Called a Century, one hundred years
Drive an old man car full of tears
Got a cassette deck, no mp3
Got a cassette deck, sound good to me
No hyped up bass, just loud and clean
Got a cassette deck, know what I mean?
Well the Porches blow, right on by
And the motor bikes, man they just fly
Old man car, down the right hand lane
Old man he ain't gonna change
Don't need the speed, got the Dynaride
When I hit a bump, I don't pay no mind
I just glide along, with the windows down
Got the Dynaride I get around
Well the Beamers blow, blow right on by
Yeah and the motor bikes, oh they just fly
Old man car, down the right hand lane
Old man he ain't gonna change
Ain't gonna change
Here we go
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8. |
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You Don't Owe Me Anything
You showed interest, I had principle
Made a pretty good fit
Things were real great, till the due date
Then they started to slip
Baby you don't, baby you don't
You don't owe me anything
Now we're all square
At least from where I sit and
You don't owe me anything
You're a hard case, with good taste
Yeah you're nobody's fool
But I'm much softer, loved your laughter
When you took me to school
Baby you don't, baby you don't
You don't owe me anything
No more payments
Here's your statement
You don't owe me anything
Yeah our circumstance
Was a tricky dance
So much push and pull
Your kiss and my thick skull
The money came and went
Borrowed and was spent
Now my head hurts from it all
Baby you don't, baby you don't
You don't owe me anything
Yeah we're all square
I'll probably always care and
You don't owe me anything
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9. |
Out Of Mind
03:18
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Out Of Mind
He's never gonna learn
Doesn't seem to sink in
The scar above the burn
Didn't teach a lesson
Something shinny, somethin' bright
Somethin' twinklin' in the night
You're gonna run, gotta run, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Chorus
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind
Nothin' much to say
Doesn't like to argue
No one home today
To press undue
Somethin's empty, somethin's full
Somethin' in the push and pull
You're gonna run, gotta run, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Chorus (repeat)
Instrumental
Chorus (repeat)
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10. |
Large Of Heart
02:58
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Large Of Heart
The world is tough, corrupt and crazy
Step out of line, you'll be tasered
But there are those, who stand apart
Large of heart, large of heart
They lend a hand, no agenda
Open wide, no great pretender
They shine a light, in the dark
Large of heart, large of heart
World takes you, then shakes ya down
That's when they, bring you around
All the noise, and all the anger
Love is lost, coiled in danger
But there are those, who make a start
Large of heart, large of heart
Just when ya, don't know what to do
That's when they help pull ya through
All you got, is what you're given
All you learn, through all the living
A ragin' fire, from a spark
Large of heart, large of heart
There are those, who stand apart
Large of heart, large of heart
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Mark Ripp Toronto, Ontario
I'm a singer songwriter in the Americana genre. My start was in the coffee houses of Toronto some forty years ago. Those folk beginnings were followed by a ten year run as front man and writer for Canadian roots rockers The Bel-Vistas. The last couple of decades have been spent raising a family and pursuing music as a solo artist. ... more
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