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Picket Yer Own Peril
03:36
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I see you picking my flowers
As I peek out my window
I see you picking yer nose
As I'm parked in my car
I see you picking off ticks
That you got from my yard
I see you picking my flowers
As I peak on my mushroom
I see you picking my brain
As I peek from afar
I see you picking up chicks
That you met at my bar
I see you picked a real winner
As I bleed on my white rose
I see you pricked by a thorn
As I pick from a jar
I see you picking and a grinnin'
From behind my geetar
From behind my white picket fence
I see you picking my flowers
I see you picking my flowers
I see you
I see you
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2. |
Astral Train
03:12
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My mind was so messed up
It just wasn't right
Then I got with the doctor
Now everything is just fine
I used to be deceitful
Wishing schadenfreude pain
Now I travel with the doctor
Riding on an astral train
My mind was so messed up
It just wasn't right
Then I got with the shadow
Now everything is just fine
I used to shout at steeples
And curse at my life's bane
Now I travel with the shadow
Riding on an astral train
I'm ok now
My mind is alright
I'm ok now
I'm clean outta sight
I'm ok now I'm ok now
My mind was so messed up
It just wasn't right
Then I got with my baby
Now everything is just fine
I used to covet people
And drink too much fake Champagne
Now I'm riding with my baby
First class on an astral train
I'm ok now
My mind is alright
I'm ok now
I'm clean outta sight
I'm ok now
I'm doing just fine
I'm ok now
I'm resigned to the grand design
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3. |
Suggested Uses
04:35
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Words cannot express
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4. |
Deep Grey Waters
03:48
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Words cannot express
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5. |
Sixteen Sticks
02:38
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Muffled drums and some buzz
Shaking hands four shaking floods
Scraping chairs and some buzz
Beating heart and beating blood
Is that a rooster or the rain
Is that myself in the drain
What the hell's that pounding
Drum door heart or brain
Drum door heart or brain
Sixteen sticks and some hiss
Missing parts four missing sticks
Scraping cymbals and some hiss
Breaking hearts and breaking wits
That's a rooster not the rain
That's myself in the drain
I know what's pounding
Drum door heart and brain
Drum door heart and brain
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6. |
Mountain Mama
03:47
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I met a Mountain Mama
In some old mountain town
She played me mountain records
We dug to get on down
She played me mountain records
And spoke in mountain jive
She loved to wax rhapsodic
We grooved to be so high
First There Is A Mountain
The Allman's Mountain Jam
She played that Mountain Music
By good ol' Alabam'
Taking Tiger Mountain
The Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
Ain't No Mountain High Enough
To name but a few
I knew a Mountain Mama
In some old mountain time
She loved to play my banjo
I sipped her sweet mountain wine
She played me mountain records
And danced the mountain side
She loved to be my baby
I swam her deep mountain eyes
Go Tell It On The Mountain
Hall Of The Mountain King
The Gold Hearted Mountain Top
Queen Directory
Mountains Of The Moon
Meat Puppets Mountain Line
She played that Rocky Mountain Way
Even Rocky Mountain High
Man On The Silver Mountain
Night On Bald Mountain
Leslie West and his Mountain
She'll Be Comin' Round The Mountain
I loved my Mountain Mama
In some old mountain tune
She played me like a fiddle
My bright moon turned dark blue
I miss my Mountain Mama
So I wrote this mountain song
I hope someday she hears it
And comes back before too long
Foggy Mountain Breakdown
Some more Mountain Jam
She played that Sugar Mountain
By the dude who wrote Alabam'
Black Mountain Rag
Black Mountain Side
Misty Mountain Hop
River Deep Mountain High
Some say she was the daughter of Clifton Clowers
From up there on Wolverton Mountain
I don't know
He never threatened me
What I do know is
She was no Mountain Girl
Like Jerry G had
She was a Mountain Mama
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7. |
Best We Can
02:08
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I got married in a saloon
I read poetry on the can
I'd like to think I'm complex
Well I'm doin' the best I can
Sometimes I walk with a limp
In the summer I crave a tan
I'd like to think I was handsome once
Well I'm doin' the best I can
Saturdays I clean the litter box
I play air flute to Herbie Mann
I've been dreaming about young women
Well I'm doin' the best I can
I once fancied myself a crooner
I know that's not what I am
I'll just bash on these drums and geetars
Well I'm doin' the best I can
Filets stuffed with bleu cheese
Foie gras out of the can
Fine wines from faraway places
Well I'm doin the best I can
Tropical drinks with tropical fans
Me and my baby's toes in the sand
It ain't so bad after all
We're doin' the best we can
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8. |
Found In Woods
02:46
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Words cannot express
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9. |
Preferred Poisons
06:12
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Words cannot express
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10. |
Our Friends' Voices
04:59
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Our friends' painting hang on the wall
In the back bedroom just down the hall
They hang so quietly yet seem to call
Our friends' paintings hang on our wall
Our friends' paintings hang on our walls
In our rooms and in our halls
They hang so patiently we hear their calls
Our friends' paintings hang on our walls
Some of them are with us
Some have left us all
We remember them
They're on our walls
Our friends' voices hang in the hall
In the back of our minds we hear them call
they speak so quietly and seem to call
Our friends' voices just down the hall
Our friends' voices echo off the walls
In the back of our minds just down the halls
They speak so lovingly we hear their calls
Our friends' voices hang in the walls
Some of them are with us
Some have left us all
We remember them
They're on our walls
Our friends' painting live on our walls
In the back of our minds and in our halls
They speak so quietly yet we hear them call
Our friends' voices live in our walls
Some of them are with us
Some have left us all
We remember them
They softly call
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Job 6 Pac Chicago, Illinois
JOB 6 PAC is the alter ego of JOE PATT (Tijuana Hercules, Royal Pines, Country Teasers, Them Wranch, Hairy Patt Band). JOB is a hard working, hard thinking, hard drinking, hard praying, hard playing, and hard loving everyman. He is often forsaken and treated cruelly by the gods. He hides from them in his Chicago basement playing drums and creating psychedelic ditties and drones to appease them. ... more
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