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She Got It
02:59
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Don’t need no limosine to take me to the freak show
Don’t need no politician bugging up my rock n’ roll
Don’t need that bling, I got that swing just wanna sing and swagger
You think I’m pre-madonna, don’t know why you even bother
I know what’s going down, don’t need no therapy,
I gotta blow this town, she got the recipe
She got it, she got it, everything I need, every little thing I need
She got it, she got it, everywhere I go anytime I ring
Don’t need the penthouse on the hill I just don’t want it (no)
Don’t need my twitter feed to validate my flow
Don’t need Versace, fancy coffee, or an iThing
Don’t need that autotune just sing a little off key
Gold card, fine art, honeymoon in France,
Foreign cars, caviar, pay it al with cash
Trip to the bahamas Tijuana cruise around the world
No tinsel, tassel, excess hassle I just want that girl girl girl
Give me that simple stuff, I’m sick of all that fluff
Don’t need designer clothes, no diamond in my nose,
Forget the flash and frills, big ticket cable bill
No whistles, no bells, best room in the hotel
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2. |
New Thing
04:29
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No, it’s not the hairdo, some kind of hoodoo, Voodoo Child
Hand in my pocket while the time flew by, shaking my clenched fists to the sky and,
I see right through you, you dig your heels in or cut and run,
Gonna stare straight into the sun, happiness gotta be more than a warm gun
Rut-stuck from the gut, I’m getting’ mine, tired of hearing that same old line
Johnny come lately, asleep at the wheel, it’s what you DO, not how you FEEL,
Full racks, no half-stacks here, fully functional, the latest gear
Slam in drive, it’s a green light go, I’m over living in slow-mo
And you ain’t seen nothing yet, feast your eyes on me step up, place your bets
New thing going on, buckle up, settle in, gotta get gone, been standing still too long
New thing going down, head in the clouds feet on the ground
Baddest man in the whole damn town- just like that Leroy Brown
It’s not hard to tap into it, get yourself through it and hold that line
Keep banging out the classics, insist, raise your fist in the air cause it’s sink or fly
Gonna leave ‘em in the dust,no time for the fussin’, hustilin’ making up for lost time
Don’t blink or you’ll me miss me, you’ll see, ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies
Try to get to get down with the upper-cut (boom!), larger-than-life, power nap in the green room
Never let ‘em see ya sweat, like Joan Jett, got another dime? ‘Cause I love that rock and
Rollin, rollin’, rollin’ over Bethoven, (stick a fork in this one, ‘cause it’s done)
No half-measures, I’m predicting the weather, all the way to eleven, cause louder is better
(New thing ‘bout to go down, take you to funky town, everybody move to the sound)
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3. |
The Other Half
03:30
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Hand to mouth – living the high life
Barley leaving enough time – to try and get it right
One step behind the Jones’ - whoever they is
Still not sure – what a fixed rate is (or why I need it)
In-coming out like a broken spout, collateral damage piling
No sleep again, this crazy grin I’m wearing’s not a smile and…
It’s so much better than it could be,
I know somebody out there’s always got it worse than me
Not bitter, not jaded, I don’t have much left to give,
Beverly Hill-sized bills, fading fast, this is how the other half lives
Sink or drown – just a matter of degree
Treading water – become my specialty
Squeeze me, blood – from a stone (still rent to own)
Hand me-down, turn around (just throw me a bone)
Nickel and dime suits me just fine, fresh out of ones and zeros
Pockets turned out, season of doubt I care, but in the end I know
Everyone up for sleep-ins and standoffs, if you ain’t flush turn your head and cough up
A little more capital, won’t hurt at all, wear your suit and tie to the beggar’s ball
Ain’t it a shame, I got no game, make it rain pink slips and Mary Jane
Throw in the towel, can I buy a vowel or ten? No words for the state I’m in
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4. |
Get Into You
03:24
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You don't wear sunglasses in the summer
Don't wear sweaters in the cold
You seem to me to be immune to all the changing colors
That leave me stumbling through the heat and thru the snow
(you’re a little like)
Calamity Jane, meets Penny Lane
A little bit of Fred & Ginger, like dancing in the rain
I’m not into the radio, not into those TV shows
But I dig most everything you do
I’m not into hookups, into sportsball,
I don’t like trying something new
But I could get into you
Nevermind the way the wind is blowing me all around
It's just a breeze in your hair
You’re rock steady, I'm so heavy, I'm impossible
You keep gliding through it all, you’re a little like
Mrs. Emma Peel, the Woman of Steel
A little bit up on Blueberry Hill
You’re the one I look for in the faces when it rains
It's all I can do, up here in this blue,
To take shelter from the pain
Shelter from the pain
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5. |
Flex
04:00
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Keep your chin up, make the target big as day
Losing freak but, take the high road anyway
Take their best shot, moving target your chest
All that you’ve got, do their worst you do your best
It’ll bend you, it’ll break you if you don’t have that flex –
Gotta get that flex
Red and blues lies, pulling hard to either side
Turn the noise down, see it all with brand new eyes
They will tell you, I’m the enemy you’ve got to slay
But then again that’s just their way
It’ll bend you, it’ll break you, if you ain’t got that flex
Gotta get some flex
Take a hand up, pass along what you don’t need
I’ll be a beggar, if that’s what it takes to plant a seed
You weren’t born to hate a man, any more than me
Draw your own lines, throw that hatred in the sea
It’ll bend us, it’ll break us, we gotta get some flex,
Better find some flex
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6. |
No Diving
04:11
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Here it comes, here it comes, it’s coming round again
Same groove, just a little different spin
I can’t quite my finger on this thing, that keeps careening into us,
Last time around, I nearly woke up dead, madman squatting in my head
My shoes are jet planes, yours are lead, flip your script and board the boom bus
No drama, my dime, getting with it in the nick of time,
If you don’t get it while the getting’s good, you miss all the fun of being misunderstood
All I know is that I’m ready to climb
Head down, hands high, and peel open the sky
Last time I ever got stuck so low
I got got by the undertow, ya know,
dragged through the deep but I’m a real strong swimmer
(Sometimes you don’t know where to go, yo’ put it in drive and slam the pedal)
Waited a lifetime for this
Live with regret or dig your bliss
You might only get one shot, gottta give it what you’ve got
Everything is all you’ve got to lose, grab some air and bring the groove,
No diving from the side of the pool
Here I go, Here I go again - cards on the table, time for a quiz
Did you ever wish you were somebody else? Or dream of power and wealth?
Well this is chapter two and I’m in it - don’t debate, calibrate, just hit it
We can stand around punching holes in the clouds, or burn the whole place down
So store up your fist pumps and dirty looks, this could be one for the books
Shotguns and showdowns at my place, put a smile on your beautiful face
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7. |
In the Hole
03:17
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Some days you're lucky, always land on your feet
Everybody got a cross to bear, everybody's got their thing
Some days it's like running downhill, the wind at your back
Some days you’re slogging uphill through the mud,
with nobody to pick up your slack
Some days you’re on a roll, some days your in the hole
You gotta sing it with feeling, you gotta dig deep down
It's not always there when you need it, you gotta find a way around
It beats its fists to get out some days, other days it’s sleeping again
Micky said it's only rock 'n roll, don’tcha know,
But some days it gets under your skin
Some days you got soul, some days you're in the hole
Some days you’re the hydrant, other days you’re the flame
Some days you’re just a broken down wreck, rusting away in the rain
Some days you’re the good cop, some days you’re the thief
Some days I fancy myself the prize fighter,
Other days I come away missing teeth
Some days you're on a strike gold, some days you're in the hole
Some days you're good to go, some days you're in the hole
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Higher
04:54
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I dare you to be more than who you think you are
I dare you to merge with the other cars - I bet you could
I dare you to reach way out beyond your grasp
To blaze the path, nobody's taken - I think you could
Don't mind knowing you'll do all the things I couldn't
Don't mind saying I've made a lot of big mistakes
Don't mind you seeing me with all my flaws and troubles
Maybe it'll help you find your way
Higher - a little stronger than I could ever be
Higher - a little more beyond belief
I dare you to love without regret
Go on - put yourself out there, even though you know
Somebody's gonna take advantage (just like they always do)
I hope you can see a little further ahead than me
Shake off the things that hold you down, break away
Learn what it means (what it really means) to be free - more free than me.
I don't mind knowing everything I think might turn out to be dead wrong
I dare you to change your mind sometimes
I don't mind saying hope may be the only thing we have to lean on
May be the only thing to take us
Higher - a little stronger than I could ever be
Higher - a little more beyond belief
Everything you need, you’re gonna find right there inside yourself
I hope by now you know you can't live for nobody else
Sometimes you'll run, sometimes you'll crawl
Just gotta remember who you are - and go
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9. |
Trouble
03:34
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Take it easy sister, it's not your first go round
Blame it on divine intervention, but we both know it just sounds
Like lame excuses....to cover up the cuts and bruises
There's some believe, it's a rich man's game
Curse the sky and what's beyond it, curse your own name
You can't escape it, some of us are just made for breaking
Not the first, you're not the last
If it crumbles or falls in our lap
Stand in the rain, stand in the sun
But trouble finds everyone, trouble finds everyone
(Everybody raise your hands up and) Praise the lord when things go good
Devil may take the bad
I’m up here walking the tightrope, clutching hope in both my hands
But don't look down, (pssstt….) I only believe in the ground
I only know if we wait 'till it lands, to lay the blame and wring our hands
Or let ‘em tell us that one day we’ll all understand - we've already been had
'Cause you and I can't suss it out, I know one thing without a doubt
Laugh or cry there still so much to dream about, it will or it won’t work out
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10. |
Pre-Existing Condition
03:35
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When my spin was finally over
It all spilled out like guts and glory
The worst suspicions strewn across the floor
Every single dark obsession - Every little failure
Every little any reason why
It's nothing new, I just can't hide it anymore
Not like it hasn’t been there all along
Secrets laid bare - Pre-existing condition haunts me
All in love is fair - I was like this long before you found me
Some storms pass and some keep raging
Rain and chaos in my wake
Drowning in the anger and elation
When the fire burns itself out ,chemicals and ashes rebound
Is it me, is it all the medication?
And now we finally find out, just what is what and who is who
If it’s lurking below the surface, becomes a target too
Something’s in the water, my morbid fascination
To pick and scratch the open wound, and get down to the infection
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11. |
Fine Print
02:40
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Tied to dig out, no doubt, the whole thing derailed
I got bogged down, tongue-tied, trying to keep up with the details
Found my mojo but my guru died
Hitchhiked to the down-low videoed my decline – in real time
Now I’m passionately ambivalent
Scapegoated, down-voted, indifferent
High up on the hill, everybody’s getting lit
Meanwhile I’m slumming down in the gutter child,
Reading the fine print
I put everything I had on the horse with the get-go
Watched it pass, ended last, living life in slow-mo
First class loser drinking last year’s wine
When tomorrows best move just feels like a rewind
In the pursuit of sappiness, I must have got left behind
In your middle-class, three bedroom, 2.5 kids suicide
I’m the first to admit, I’m spent, in this re-run, sitcom world
When the Taxman stomps everything I want is perpetually deferred….
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12. |
Any Way the Wind Blows
03:32
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Take me to the river, take me to the high life
New found wanderlust, can’t sleep, punchy as a bare (bear?) fist fight
Broke free of the, chains binding me I’m
Up for anything, just get me in the ring
We can make a go of it, you and me
Holding all the cards, don’t know where to sit
Let’s just throw ourselves into the mix,
Flying high, roll the die, any way the wind blows
I’ve got a good feeling, some kind of big deal
Bruised my fist on the glass ceiling, but it led me right here
I’m on a roll and I-throw in some soul and I -
Kick back and relax like Frankie told me
We could make a go of anything (you and me)
Set ‘em up, knock ‘em down, put it on TV
Seen the Seven Wonders and your bird can sing , (let it be )
Flying high, roll the die, any way the wind blows
Maybe it’ll turn into something wild, (let it ride)
They can tread lightly, I ain’t got the time
Turn around, watch it drown, let it go, (let it fly)
Flying high, roll the die, any way the wind blows
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13. |
In Time
02:56
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In time - colors fade away
Our minds - fall to yesterday
It’s just one headlong race
Never same time, same place
Never seem to cut to the chase
I just make my escape
In time - these little things will go
When I’m blind - the memories mine to hold
In time - the war is never won
We’ll hide - the battles that we won
Turns out nothing goes with me to my grave
I guess it’s written all over my face
Weight of circumstance, really was my fate
Fears never cherished, joys never faced
In time- we’ll learn to love today
For my dime - the end was worth the wait
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Kyd Kalydoscope Concord, California
Heart transplant survivor Kyd Kalydoscope lands his groove infused hard rock right in 2021's face. This debut finds him holding hard to his blues rock roots. Head-bobbing music for the air guitar enthusiast, crammed with vocal harmonies and lyrical wit. It's a band, a guy in his basement, a salute to the Beatles, Big Wreck, and King's X, all wrapped up in 13 tracks that'll stick to your brain. ... more
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