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HEAR MY FINAL SONG
Most were drinkin', four were playin' cards
Two were dancin', one he played guitar
He was singin' how she broke his heart
Some were smokin', smoke rings filled the air
One was flirtin', playin' with her hair
He was…
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Political Folk song featuring Stephen L. Krell on the Chicago-style Blues-harp.
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The morning after JP Morgan Chase Bank donated $4.7 million to the NYCPD, police began terrorizing the OWS protesters, beginning with Officer Antonio Bologna macing an innocent woman. This song is about that event:
TONY BOLOGNA
Liberty Park…
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JUMPSUIT BLUES
As I slept this morning,
I dreamed of what you said
How you said you loved me,
And from my toes to head
Then I woke to Chow Call,
Prison walls around my bed
‘Morning to you, Jesus!
How did you sleep last night…
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DO YOU WISH
There’s nothing I can say and nothing I can do
To win your forgiveness for not being true.
So, do your eyes see red while my heart is blue?
Well, I crossed the line and there’s no going back.
Yes, I earned your hate and…
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Blues. My way of playing “Rollin' in My Sweet Baby’s Arms,” ‘cuz I’m a Soul man. See the Soul-patch? Dig. Be cool, cats, and stay dry!
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More GEM-style Blues.
NASTY LITTLE GIRL
Nasty little girl, standing on the corner
Up against the light, up against the night
Nasty little world weighing on your shoulder
Turning tricks again, giving up the fight
Naughty little child…
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Combined words of homeless men across America the night of the Winter Solstice in 2010 when there was a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and a meteor shower. Baby grand piano performed by Starry Nightmoth.
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WALKIN' BLUES
Where were you
Saturday night
When I was in jail because I was in an awful fight?
You were roaming' the streets with a man they call “The Knife”
Where were you
Last Tuesday eve'
When I was at home alone? (And man…
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A Blues number, and in the past it’s been one of my more popular songs. We’ll see how it does on AloneTone.
MY FAVORITE GUN
Pa had left us on the farm
Ten long years we raised the corn
Then he returned to Mama’s arms
To beat the sons…
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