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Bad Men
04:04
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Aint gonna sign no record deal
A million dollars on a spinning wheel
All the people knockin’ on my door
No wonder why I don’t live there no more
Record man
Better make a new plan!
Aint gonna pay no overdraft
Don’t cut no checks I’m strictly cash
Use my receipts for rolling dope
Burn it up and call it smoke
Bankman!
Better make a new plan!
Aint gonna buy your gasoline
No diesel choke gonna harsh my scene
Drill your holes all by yourselves
I get my fuel from a wishing well
Oil man!
Better make a new plan!
Aint gonna watch me no more news
I’ll watch the rain if I want the blues
24 hrs. to sell a war
Make it 25 to sell some more
News man!
Better make a new plan!
Record Man
Tax Man
Oil Man
News Man
Better make a new plan!
There’s a kind of gentlemen in the world
Some call em ladies some call em girls
Men have fucked it up enough
This world needs a woman’s touch
Whoa-Man!... I like your plans!
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2. |
Hustle Man
03:18
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Hustle Man
I was sweating like a killer when I flew into Manilla for my contact
I was ducking every eye just waiting for my guy so we could switch bags
I hustle high
Babe, I hustle true
A hustle man gonna hustle you
Watch this hustle go through
I swear that I was followed through the alleys of Morocco by a kingpin
I was holding for a friend when the bargaining began and I was out manned
Hustle Man gonna hustle you
Hustle Man…
Tried to get to Mogadishu ‘fore the verdict could be issued I was waylaid
A pretty smile in a cantina from a sentimental chica caused the delay
I lost all my belief in a brothel in Belize when I was handcuffed
My honey took my money but the money it was funny what a hand-off
I was sure it’d be all over when I went to Barcelona for my paycheck
The man there wouldn’t pay so I blew him right away and left the interest
I thought I had it made when I slipped out of Belgrade without a stab wound
A scuffle and a tussle won the argument with muscle I was en route
Drug ringer, gun slinger, mother lover, blowin covers
Prize fighter, Friday nighter
… Hustle Man
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3. |
Malibu '66 (Feels Good)
04:09
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Driving in his Malibu
Green as any day
Driving in his Malibu
Put your ashes in the trays
Driving in his Malibu… Whoo-hoo! Feels Good!
Riding on her motorbike
Long as any night
Riding on her motorbike
Can’t be afraid to die
Riding on her motorbike… Whoo-hoo! Feels Good!
Bought a pair of roller-skates
Made my getaway
Bought a pair of roller-skates
Looping round the driveway
Bought a pair of roller-skates… Whoo-hoo! Feels Good!
Put on a pair of canvas shoes
Walked a lonely mile
Gave away my canvas shoes
Made a baby smile
Gave away my canvas shoes… Whoo-hoo! Feels Good!
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4. |
Elvis Lives
03:36
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I had an idea when I was a child
A young man can make his way in the Hollywood style
Gates would unlock, doors would open wide
Just a foolish idea in the mind of a foolish child
Elvis
Elvis lives
I believe the whispers
Elvis lives
I lost my songs at the bottom of a tin can
When I made some calls to find them they belonged to another man
A man’s got no friends when he’s holding a winning hand
But if words were keys I’d have talked my way into graceland
In between the A’s and the B’s
Of the 45 sleeves
I believe
Somewhere ‘tween here and my dreams
The back row girls scream
And I believe
Take a final breath and dive down deeper than I ever have
The water may be cold, but it’s warmer than my past
If I turn my head I might still see the sunlight flash
I know the pearl exists I just don’t know if I can last
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5. |
Courthouse Steps
02:56
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Oh my my oh my my
The clouds are filling up the skies
The tears that fall so soon will rise
Oh my, me oh my
Oh my my oh my my
The wind sings us a lullabye
When troubles come she blows them by
Oh my, me oh my
Crying on the courthouse steps
Your make-up stains your wedding dress
There’s something you need to confess
You hold my hands and I hold my breathe
Oh my me oh my
Oh my my oh my my
The clouds are filling up the skies
The tears that fall so soon will rise
Oh my, me oh my
One foot on the courthouse steps
In a borrowed suit and a wedding vest
Oh, babe you made this such a mess
Let’s count to ten and take a breath
If I forgive will you forget
Oh my me oh my
Oh my my oh my my
The wind sings us a lullabye
When troubles come she blows them by
Oh my, me oh my
Walk back up the courthouse steps
You fix my tie babe I’ll fix the rest
You take right and I’ll take left
Smile for the witnesses
Two kids waiting to be blessed
This is life and nothing less
Oh my me oh my
Oh my me oh my!
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6. |
Coal Fire
05:44
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You bring the light
cat's eyes in a jungle night
Naked as a drum
I'll bring the fuel
Sets fire at the site of you
We don't need the sun
We burn like a coal fire
A coal fire
Burning like a coal fire
A coal fire
We’re diamonds in a coal fire
A coal fire
We burn like a coal fire
A coal fire
Smoke out the sky
Hold your breath and stay alive
Feel our bodies hum
In a world grown deaf
The hollow hills have nothing left
Look how precious fuel's become
They see ashes I see diamonds
They see people I see diamonds
They see ashes I see diamonds
They see people I see diamonds
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Take a walk down Avenue C
You’ll see nobody else like me
You can tell by the cut of my jeans
by the way I'm dragging my feet
Baby, I'm a slow burner
I'm a slow burning man
I'm a slow burner
But I'm a fast learning man
Never been sweet on the single scene,
I'm a third date on two feet
Lennox avenue to christopher street
there's a smile on every face I meet
Turn my radio dial back down
to the sounds of '73
Cool funk is my signature sound
I take time laying down that beat
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8. |
Sinners And Lovers
05:56
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I’m singing this song for all the sinners in the room
We know who we are and why we do what we do
We love too hard too fast too loose
We love too deep too dear too soon
Sinners and lovers
Cry out your complaints
No one will meet us at the prison gates
Sinners and lovers
Cry out your complaints
The echo is hollow but don't it sound great
I fall in love a dozen times a day
I promise them all promises better men would never make
My heart is always true but my mind is a wave
It billows, it builds, it peaks and it brakes
I had a brother who was simple and strong
His only plan was to make no plans at all
He slept deeply at night without a trouble or a care
No dreams, no drama, no danger no prayer
I saw myself so clearly upon the widest stage
The songs that I'd be singing would ring out, never fade
I'd speak for the people too quiet and afraid
O! to sing something true, delicate, and brave
What is a sinner but a man too weak to win
What is a lover who cannot love within
What is a life but a row of tin cans
That wait to be hit, or to rust where they stand
I'm singing this song for all us sinners in the room
We know who we are and why we do what we do
We loved too hard too fast too loose
We loved too deep too dear too soon
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Handsome Lady Records Brooklyn, New York
Handsome Lady Records was born in New York City, October 2011 when 3 songwriters - Will Knox, Alec Gross & Jake Hill -
acquired a tape machine, a microphone and some reels of tape. They started recording on this minimal set-up, and have stuck to this aesthetic ever since.
The label now features many Handsome songwriters & artists, all in the name of collaboration, cross-promotion & community.
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