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Portuguese Cowboys
04:07
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I was floatin' in a dream, everything was slowin' down
I was stokin' the machine, everything was spinnin' round
All you Portuguese Cowboys you can find me underground
I'll turn my amplifier all the way on ten and you'll never hear a sound
I was dreamin' right out loud, everything seemed far away
I was lookin' for a crowd but there's no place to play
All you Portuguese Cowboys on your virtual Sundays
I'll turn my amplifier all the way on ten and together we can play
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Call Me Late
03:36
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What's your name? that's what everybody says
What's your game? I'm tryin' to figure out what that is
Where you been? where you goin'? everybody wants to know
When I say "I'm leavin'" they call me So and So
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You can me Johnson, you can call me Jay,
you can call me Little Ricky, you can call me Ronnie Ray
but honey when you call me, call me late
What I'm thinkin' everybody wants to know
How do I sleep at night in my cozy bungalow
With my mouth wide open like some little
Honey you don´t know but I wish you did
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Fall over that speaker, knock that mic into my face
That's the price I pay for bein' in this place
Someday I'll be unlisted now won't that be a bore
Till then feel free to telephone but I don't get home till four
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Drummers Dream
02:59
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Drummers Dream of tambourines and red guitars with 20 strings
To write the songs they play and sing for Angels who have lost their wings
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Today we're all in tune, giggin' on the moon
Today we're all in tune the band will be here soon
The dancers are the rising stars, they come from Venus and from Mars
The own the floors in all the bars from Basin Street to Kandahar
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the ancient jukebox in my plays the Airplane and the Dead
Remember what John Lennon said, give me some peace
and I'll get out of bed
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Hard Road
04:32
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I drank from the Golden Slipper and then I talked to the Brain
I rode in the Calvary of God, through the Shot Gun Rain
I wrestled with my conscience and then I wrestled with my pain I even wrestled with the junk yard dog, he was chewin' on his chain
he said
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It's a hard, hard, road, one that never takes you home
and it's a hard,hard trip, I'm strugglin' just to keep my grip
All you Christian healers, you got your satellite feed
You got your vaults full of Gospel and all the sinners that you need
me, I get a blow to the temple and then a shot to the crotch
40 years in the very last pew, a hand shake and a watch
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I'm gonna get me a good book and go stand on that rock
and let all you popcorn critics take your finest shot
but when you drop the laser man don't look for mersey in the grooves
I had my grandest hour droppin' my big load on you
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Laughing Again
04:22
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you, with the rag on your head, I heard somebody said
your glasses were strange
we met long ago in a bar, I took you home in my car
you wouldn't let me come in
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oh you got me laughin' again, oh you got me laughin' again,
got me laughin' again
your quotes are legend to me, leave it and those lackies
instantly come to mind
your hair must be constantly changed, I get crazed and deranged
but isn't it fun hon
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you sure are, you sure are, you sure are cute
you, have you got three names or two, sometimes I get so confused
like at the cleaners today
you, with the plugs and the mask, if anybody should ask
when you sleep you're a scream
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Sink or Float
03:48
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Gonna see what sinks or floats we get out in those leaky boats
These times will leave you ill at ease
Shoved off in a ship of hope, came home in a fog of dope
Now we can hear what the blind man sees
Lessons learned but never shared like souls in pain but never bared
Tell the children to use their words, they flit around like dirty birds
The new troubadour can't play a note
The Lone Ranger has got his mask you know I didn't have to ask
Tonto's got him by the throat
You know if the truth be told, Kemosabe means asshole
the Hell Casters only play black keys while jammin' out with deportees
Absentee lovers and present foes take your cover leave you exposed
All the best chaperones are drugged
We were jammin' with the Pilgrims Pride the Chinese got chicken fried
The shade at midnight came unplugged
Showin' weakness to the overlords gets you bad time
And suspended chords
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This House
04:50
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Man from Mars
04:06
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I met a Man from Mars, who said he'd seen the stars
Then they put him behind bars, that's no way to treat a Man from Mars
You said Mars was cold as ice
and what we should do is bring them Jesus Christ
I only let you say that twice, because I'm nice
Today I'm wondering if I really want to stay
It's been along time since has broke my way
There seems to be no end to the price you gotta pay
You gotta pay
Is there love beyond the stars, do they have these woundless scars
that we carry in our hearts, is there love beyond the stars?
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Ron Rogers Portland, Oregon
Ron Rogers’ songs are a mixture of Americana roots, rock ‘n roll, and 1960s psychedelia. His lyrics often bemoan the unfairness inherent in life - describing injustice, rage, hopelessness, and surrender. His are songs of protest, love, and, humor in a modern world turned upside down. ... more
Ron Rogers recommends:
These guys know how to rock, great songs and singer. One of my faves!
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