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MUSE SICK BLUES.
Look who’s comin’ at you with the Cobain blues
Look who’s comin’ at you with the Cocaine blues
Look who’s comin’ at you with the no pain blues
Look who’s comin’ at you with nothing to prove.
Hey. Hey. We got nothing.
All you sexy muses, thank you for the music
All you crazy muses, thank you for the bruises
Hey. Hey. I wanna thank you.
Hey. Hey. I wanna spank you.
Uh-huh.
Look who’s comin’ at you with the Cobain blues
Look who’s coming at you with the Cocaine blues
Look who’s coming at you with the no pain blues
Look who’s coming at you with nothing to
Lose.
(Words: D-Man; Music: D-Man & Chris Granshaw © 2011 All Rights Reserved)
D-Man: Guitar, bass, drums, vocals
Chris Granshaw: Harmonica & Backing vocals
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INDIE ROCK KID MOSHPIT
I went to see The Arcade Fire
And I nearly wound up dying
The indie rock kid moshpit was hopping
and there was no way of stopping
Them
And their hands
And their feet
And that band was
Amazing.
With their sweet
little tunes,
Oh their beats
and their hymns
Were amazing
I’ve never felt anything like this
I’m crushed but I’m not distressed
Twelve people acting like a front man
12,000 acting like they own them
A wall of sound rattles through my rib cage
Feet beat like a beast that’s been tamed.
I’ve never felt anything like this
I’m crushed but I’m not distressed…
A wall of sound rattles through my rib cage
Feet beat like a beast that’s been tamed…
This ruins everything that follows…
(Written&Composed: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Blair Skelton: Bass
Chris Granshaw: Lead wah-wah uke
D-Man: Vox, Guitar, keyboard, drums, cowbell
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HOT YOUNG JOAN BAEZ
Now I could totally go there
with a hot young Joan Baez
but she would have to be quiet
when I was typing down my thoughts
No, I don’t think that I could think with all that talk.
She was a hot little Mexican/Scot
She was so
beautiful, that didn’t mean
she couldn’t be so annoying.
With talk-talk-talk
talka-talk-talk
When type-type-type-
typa-type type
Can’t think-think-think
thinka-think-think
You’re so annoying.
You’re so annoying. Owww!
Now, I could totally go there
with a hot young Joan Baez
but she would have to be quiet
when I was typing down my thoughts
No, I don’t think that I could think with all that talk.
If you see Sara
Won’t you tell her
That her friend Dylan,
doesn’t love her no more
But I do,
I do.
Oh don’t sit down with Dylan, yeah
He’ll steal your records and your girlfriend…
With talk-talk-talk
talka-talk-talk
When type-type-type-
typa-type type
Can’t think-think-think
thinka-think-think
You’re so annoying…
You’re so annoying…
(But I could totally go there).
(Words:D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Chris Granshaw: Harmonica & beatbox
Blair Skelton: Bass
D-Man: Vocals, guitar
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OH, SWEET GROUPIE LOVE
There’s missquitos, there’s missquitos
hanging round my head
These missquitos, these missquitos
they will not quit
Try to shoo them, subdue them
but they are not scared
There’s missquitos, there’s missquitos
buzzing round my bed..
It’s the female of the species
that likes to feed
The female of the species, she knows what she needs:
“Just a peck on the neck”
Yeah, but she’ll never leave
These missquitos, these missquitos
they like to feed.
And I’m not even famous yet.
And I’m not even someone yet.
Oh sweet groupie love!
(Written&Composed: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Harmonica & backing vocals: Chris Granshaw
Blair Skelton: Bass
D-Man: Vocals, guitar, “drums”
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YOU FUCKED YOURSELF TO DEATH
Went to the store and the storekeeper said
it was sad, I didn’t know what he meant.
Went home, and put on the CD
and my cousin’s girlfriend, she said to me
He was dead. He was dead.
And he died in bed.
You fucked yourself to death
I didn’t even know you had been and gone.
I bought your greatest hits
I didn’t even know there would be no more.
Didn’t know you were no longer alive
I didn’t know that those girls were a lie.
Didn’t know you were no longer alive
I didn’t know, oh, I didn’t know...
You fucked yourself to death
I didn’t even know you had been and gone.
I bought your greatest hits
I didn’t even know there would be no more.
You fucked yourself to death
I didn’t even know you had been and gone.
I bought your greatest hits
I didn’t even know they were your final songs.
He was dead. He was dead.
And he died in bed.
(Written&Composed: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Blair Skelton: Bass
Chris Granshaw: Electric lead/slide guitar
D-Man: Vocals, rhythm guitar, “drums”, keyboard
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BARRY WHITE
Barry White
Barry White
Barry White, my baby.
Makes me go crazy
And not in a good way,
Baby.
And I know, and you know it's true
He gets you in the mood
But those songs
that get you off
Make a my hard-on go soft
Barry White
Barry White
Barry White, my Baby!
Makes me go crazy
And not in a good way,
Baby.
And you know that I love you
but when I'm making love to you
No, I don't want his love songs
On when we're Getting It On.
And it's sad that he's dead
but when I got you alone in bed
that old drone of his basstone
Makes me wish it was me instead.
Barry White
Barry White
Barry White, my Baby!
Makes me go crazy
And not in a good way,
Baby.
But darling, darling, darling
when you can't get enough
I just want to retch and I wanna reach for my earplugs.
Barry White
Barry White
Barry White, my baby
Makes me go crazy
And not in a good way,
Baby!
And I know, and you know it's true
He gets you in the mood
But those songs
that get you off
Make a my hard-on go soft
Barry White
Barry White
Barry White, my baby
Makes me go crazy
And not in a good way,
Baby!
Barry White...
(Written&Composed: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Blair Skelton: Bass
D-Man: Vocals, keyboard, guitars
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KURT COBAIN IS DEAD.
Toni Marsh
you were so hot
I just thought that
you should know.
You told me that
Kurt Cobain
Took a shotgun
To his brain.
You were rock n roll,
Just thought you should know…
The TV music station’s dead
But I can remember when you said
He was dead.
Kurt Cobain is dead.
You were rock n roll.
Just thought you should know.
Oh shit!
You were rock n roll.
Just thought you should know.
“Locked in a room with a gun and drugs
The love of your fans just wasn’t enough.”
He was dead
Kurt Cobain is dead.
You were rock n roll.
Just thought you should know.
Sometimes it seems like
It’s still ‘94 to me
Oh how I wish you
Were still on TV
(Still on Max TV!)
Toni Marsh
you were so hot
I just thought that
you should know.
You told me that
Kurt Cobain
Took a shotgun
To his brain.
You were rock n roll.
Just thought you should know…
(Written&Composed: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Bass: Blair Skelton
Lead/slide wah-wah uke & backing vocals: Chris Granshaw
Vocals, Rhythm guitar+solo, “drums”: D-Man
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COME BACK AND SEE ME AGAIN
Life’s just a lover I forgot how to please.
I begged you stay then pushed you out on the street.
Said I Loved You, didn’t mean to lie.
Just cos I hurt you didn’t mean you could cry.
Oh.
No.
This hangover’s a hangman’s noose
The rain is wailing, reminds me of you
The phone ain’t ringing, been ripped from the wall.
Nobody call no more, nobody to call.
No one.
No fun.
I hope that you never ever come back and see me again.
The way that I’m feeling is the only way I feel sane.
No one.
No fun.
I hope you’ll never ever come back and see me again
The way that I’m feeling is the only way I feel sane.
I hope that you’ll never ever come back and see me again
I hope that you never ever come back and see me again.
No.
(Words: Clay F. & D-Man; Music: D-Man © 2011 All Rights Reserved)
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BLUES DON'T MAKE ME BLUE (THEY MAKE ME WANNA BE BLACK)
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Even if I'm down or when I'm on the attack
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black...
Harmonica Dude, has got the blues
He's tradin' them in for a ukulele.
He's playin’ all his blues away.
And Lisa, no, she ain't got no worries
She's got the comfort of a nice warm body.
She's layin' all her blues away.
And me, oh, I don't mind the darkness
I can't explain, it's just where my heart is.
It's raining, but I feel no pain.
NO....
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Even if I'm down or when I'm on the attack
Blues don’t make me blue, they make me wanna be black...
And once you know that, you won't ever go back
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Ellie's into indie rock
She likes The Veils, but her boyfriend does not.
(She's stayin’, but the blues won't go away.)
And Bassman Blair, he's in the basement
He'll be alright, once he's found a replacement.
He's playin all his blues away.
And me, oh, I wanna find the crossroads
So I can grind out some better guitar chords,
Sweet demon! Take my soul away!
Ohhhh....
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Blues don't make me blue, they make me wanna be black
Even if I'm down or when I'm on the attack
Blues don’t make me blue, they make me wanna be black...
And once you know that, you won't ever go back
Blues don't make me blue, they make me ah-ah-ah-ah-ohhhhh...
(Written&Composed: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Chris Granshaw: Electric lead ‘Kinks’ uke, acoustic ukulele
Blair Skelton: Bass
D-Man: Vocals, acoustic guitar, “drums”
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CRUEL CHILLED BONES
I stood in the rain
waiting
for an encore that never came.
You started late.
And when you did you blew an amp, but
that was OK.
Your songs were great
Oh the wet and the wind
and the cruel
chilled bones
and your dark, dark poetry.
With your crazy history teacher hair
and a voice like murdermurdermurder…
Oh the wet and the wind
and the cruel chilled bones
and your dark poetry
Wouldn’t leave me alone
Let it rain down on me.
With your crazy history teacher hair
and a voice like murdermurdermurder!
It was perfect
It was worth it…
Except,
I stood in the rain
Waiting
We called out for you,
but you
never came out
again.
(Words: D-Man; Music: D-Man & Chris Granshaw © 2011 All Rights Reserved)
Chris Granshaw: Lead vocal
D-Man: Keyboards, guitar, bass, “drums”, backing vocals
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Ros, Ros, Ros
You used to be a punk rocker
but now it's plain to see
The Kids have become The Enemy
Let it go, let it go, let it go
Just sit down and chill the fuck out, girl
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Or sit down and shut the fuck up girl.
(Sit down and shut the fuck up girl.)
When you speak, your teeth click
Cos you’ve got your tongue pierced
Reminds you of a time
When you were young and running wild
(When you were young and running wild)
But now you let off steam
By attacking anyone who's dreams
Remind you of your own
infinite inabilities
(infinite inabilities…)
Let it go, let it go, let it go,
Sit down and chill the fuck out, girl
Let it go, let it go, let it go,
Or sit down and shut the fuck up girl.
(Sit down and shut the fuck up)
And The kids are alright
But where the fuck are yours tonight?
Where the fuck are yours tonight? Where the fuck are yours tonight?
Where are they?
(SOLO)
Ros, Ros, Ros
Used to be a punk rocker
But now the drugs you take
Are for keeping the company counsellors at bay
And everybody knows that you're a crazy
Everybody knows you're crazy
And instead of getting high
You get off making on everyone's lives
as miserable as your own
So why don't you go fuck off and die
Why don't you go fuck off and die…
Ros, Ros, Ros
Used to be a punk rocker
But now it's plain to see
You are just a dick.
You are just a dick.
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EYES LIKE DAVID BOWIE.
You had eyes like David Bowie,
Though you liked to show me
That you didn't like them
At all.
But I thought they were pretty cool
And I thought you were pretty cool
But I was too shy to try
And fool around with you.
But if I had my time again,
I wouldn't waste my time again.
And if I had my time again,
I wouldn't take my time, and I'd show you
What I can do….
You had a smile like a loosely-wrapped towel
Clinging to a tight body
That glistened in the moonlight
As you licked your lips.
I had a complex
Inferiority Complex.
And I had no confidence
When it came to such things.
But now I've come a long, long way, and I'd like to show you.
And I've come a long, long way, and I'd like to know you
Inside out.
Inside out….
One eye's green, and one eye's blue
And I'd make them smile with what I'd do to you.
One eye's green, and one eye's blue
And mine eyes are wide, imagining what I'd do to you
And if I had my time again,
I wouldn't waste my time again.
And if I had my time again,
I wouldn't take my time, and I'd show you
What I can do….
I was green and you were
2 kool 4 skool
But now I'm stacked, and back in black, and
Ready to rock with you.
One eye is green, and one eye is blue
And I'd make them wild as I turned you...
Inside out.
Inside out...
Your Bowie eyes...
Your Bowie eyes...
Are on my mind.
(Words&Music: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
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THE DRUGS AND THE SEX.
Oh, you’re here for the drugs and the sex
Yeah, but don’t forget
The rock n roll.
You might be doing your best
But you can bet
You’ll still get booed.
And I finally get what he meant
When he said he was worst
At what he did best.
My heroes are those who were told
To shut the fuck up
But didn’t listen.
You’re here for the drugs and the sex
Yeah, but don’t forget
The rock n roll.
You’re here for the drugs and the sex
Yeah, but don’t forget
You’re never too old.
And things’ll be different
when I’m in charge
And a little more sober.
And things’ll be different
When I can play my guitar
And sing a bit lower.
You’re here for the drugs and the sex
Yeah, but don’t forget
The rock n roll.
You’re here for the drugs and the sex
Yeah, but don’t forget
You’re never too old
to rock n roll.
(Words&Music: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
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MY HEAD-GROUPIE.
To a young Bob Dylan
I am old.
But to an old Bob Dylan
I am very, very young.
That dude's over 65!
What's he still doing alive?
That seems so very, very old to
Rock & Roll.
I wanna be
like Freddie Mercury
but, without the buttsex
or dying of AIDS...
And when I get a older
Still wanna be rock & rolling
I wanna be riffing
and living
and loving and mosh pitting
And I hope that you will still be
my head groupie.
And when I get a older
Still wanna be holding on to
you & my guitar:
the perfect threesome.
Our solos will go on longer
than those by that dead Zeppelin drummer.
And I still wanna be
living and riffing
and loving and kissing
You,
And I hope you'll still be
My head groupie.
(Words&Music: D-Man© 2011 All Rights Reserved)
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released December 10, 2011
SHADES IN A DARK ROOM ©2011
DM, Chris Granshaw, Blair Skelton, Clay F.
