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Lunar
03:12
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Instrumental
By Damon Wood
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2. |
Too Cocky In Nagasaki
03:02
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Explicit lyrics
Get your feet up off the ground
Everybody get loose make a party sound
Our time has come and we gonna get down
So look out pretty baby I'm about a naughty hound
I said hound
I was found by the dog pound
Mama was a Russell and my daddy was a Greyhound
I like to groove real smooth
Girl let me do it put your back into it
I said move groove real smooth
Like the way you grind baby
Take your time blow my mind
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Turn around mama let's see them titties
I said oops
I've said too much
Thought I was an ace got slapped in the face
Oh no
Then she dropped me
Shoulda never pulled it out and got cocky
Oh no I got too cocky
Too cocky in Nagasaki
Oh no got too frisky
Too frisky in San Franciscy
Oh no got too fresh
To fresh in Bangladesh
Oh no got too horny
Too horny in Californi
Get your feet up off the ground
Everybody get loose make a party sound
Our time has come and we gonna get down
So look out pretty baby I'm about a naughty hound
I said hound
I was found by the dog pound
Mama was a Russell and my daddy was a Greyhound
I like to groove real smooth
Girl let me do it put your back into it
I said move groove real smooth
Like the way you grind baby
Take your time blow my mind
Let's get down make me a believer
Pull em down mama let's see that beaver
I said oops I let another one slip
Right about then got punched in the lip
Oh no then she dropped me
Shoulda never pulled it out and got cocky
Oh no I got too cocky
Too cocky in Nagasaki
Oh no got too frisky
Too frisky in San Franciscy
Oh no got too fresh
Too fresh in Bangladesh
Oh no got too horny
Too horny in Californi
By Damon Wood
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3. |
Get Real With Me
03:56
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I told you many times before
Exactly how I feel
And now the time has finally come
I think you know the deal
You got to get real with me
You got to get real with me
Get real with me
You got to get real with me
Playing games is fun for awhile
And I've played a few myself
But if you really don't want my love
I got to take it somewhere else
You got to get real with me
You got to get real with me
Get real with me
You got to get real with
Words and music by Damon Wood and James Keith Jenkins.
Lyrics by James Keith Jenkins
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4. |
Zombified
03:57
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Supposed to meet my baby and I was late
Supposed to meet my baby and I was late
She got tired of waiting and had to break a date
Oh why oh why did I hesitate?
Must have been something on my mind
Coulda been the shots it coulda been the wine
I woke up this morning feelin' zombified
I was feelin' zombified
Mealy greasy scrambled and fried
I was beat down bound and tied
Like I coulda died
Like I coulda died
Fell out of bed this mornin' and bumped my head
Had a sneakin' suspicion that I was dead
I looked in the mirror and saw some dude named Ted
I don't know how he got there but now he lives in the shed
Must have been something on my mind
Coulda been the shots it coulda been the wine
I woke up this morning feelin' zombified
I was feelin' zombified
Mealy greasy scrambled and fried
I was beat down bound and tied
Like I coulda died
Like I coulda died
Had to do my shopping and wash the car
Didn't see no reason to not stop in for a jar
Just have one drink like a movie star
But three hours later I'm underneath the bar
Must have been something on my mind
Coulda been the shots it coulda been the wine
I woke up this morning feelin' zombified
I was feelin' zombified
Mealy greasy scrambled and fried
I was beat down bound and tied
Like I coulda died
Like I coulda died
Supposed to meet my baby and I was late
Supposed to meet my baby and I was late
She got tired of waiting and had to break a date
Oh why oh why did I hesitate?
Must have been something on my mind
Coulda been the shots it coulda been the wine
I woke up this morning feelin' zombified
I was feelin' zombified
Mealy greasy scrambled and fried
I was beat down bound and tied
Like I coulda died
Like I coulda died
By Damon Wood
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5. |
Hippy Girl
02:52
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I search the world for a sweet hippy girl
To sit down and smoke my pipe
I search the world for a sweet hippy girl
One who'll listen to my tales of traveling the world
Braid my hair and wash the dog
Make macrobiotic lasagna
Take a trip out to the beach
And ride me in her Honda
My pipe is loaded I just need some fire
Some sweet hippy girl to light my nighttime desire
Bring your crystals and your beads
Your dreads smell like patchouli
Brink your doggie and your hash
And a big bowl of tabouli
Ganja goo balls and Red Stripe ales
Help me stuff this veggie turkey
Come and sit down on my lap my dear
And give me, give me, give me
A little tofu jerky
I search the world for a sweet hippy girl
One who don't prefer the diamond to the pearl
When she takes me by the hand and leads me through her garden
My sundial says it's about high noon and I must beg your pardon
Ganja goo balls and Red Stripe ales
Ten strips hummus dips and buds without fail
Everybody's sittin' 'round gettin' jolly
And here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
Trippin' on that Molly
I search the world for a sweet hippy mama
One who's heavy on the love and easy on the drama
She'll lay one on ya in the afternoon and roll ya one in the mornin'
Smoke that fat one all night long and still pack the bong
Ganja goo balls and Red Stripe ales
Ten strips hummus dips and buds without fail
Everybody's sittin' 'round gettin' drunk
And then we'll get, then we'll get, then we'll get
We'll get hooked on junk
Rehab
By Damon Wood
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6. |
Lady Luck
04:43
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I was walkin' along about 2 a.m. just gazin' up at the stars
When up rolled this fox she said look here Jim
Why don't ya take a ride with me in my car?
Well I didn't mind I had no pressing plans and I had some time to kill
So I mighty obliged slipped in the passenger side
And sat down for a thrill
Well little did I know that lady luck had struck gold
In sunny Acapulco I was later told
And she was on a trip ready to flip
And was lookin’ for a cat to roll
We were smokin’ and chokin’
We were pokin’ fun with everyone
She was blown’ down the road and I was rollin’ with the flow
She was dolin’ out that sugar sweet sticky stuff
Well all I know is what I’ve told
In the mornin’ she was gone and so was the gold
But I didn’t mind I had to admit
It was a helluva ride and a heckuva trip
But just as I got up to pick up my coat
I saw that underneath she had left me a note
It said here’s something you can remember me by
And the sparkle of gold brightened up my eyes
We were smokin’ and chokin’
We were pokin’ fun with everyone
She was blown’ down the road and I was rollin’ with the flow
She was dolin’ out that sugar sweet sticky stuff
By Damon Wood
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7. |
My Friend and Me
04:19
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All the years we've been together
All the faces come and gone
Too many places to remember
So many shows so many songs
Now I pause for reflection
Givin' a thought to what we've done
Where we've been where we are going
And the songs we've left unsung
And to you my friend I tip my hat again
Just to let you know I love so
Even though sometimes we let it go
I hope you can see
You got a friend in me
Times are hard and changes strange
Somehow we made it through
Through troubles trials triumphs and pain
Not blaming me not blaming you
Sometimes we won and sometimes we lost
That's just the way it goes
The lives we have changed
The paths we have crossed
No one will ever know
I'm gonna say it once more
So we both can be sure
We lived our lives like a fantasy
Our dreams became our reality
And now we are free
My friend and me
And to you my friend I tip my hat again
Just to let you know I love so
Even though sometimes we let it go
I hope you can see
You got a friend in me
By Damon Wood
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8. |
Mama Got Rhythm
02:51
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Mama got rhythm Daddy got soul
Baby got no choice but to rock and roll
Mama got daddy daddy got mama
Baby gonna have a little visit with the Dalai Lama
Mama got love daddy got vision
Baby gonna have plenty decisions
Catch that freight train and ride
Baby got to see livin' from the other side
Mama got rhythm daddy got soul
Baby got no choice but to rock and roll
Daddy got mama mama got pa
Baby gonna take a little ride down to Arkansas
Baby don't push baby don't shove
Baby just lookin' for someone to love
Mama got rhythm daddy got soul
Baby got no choice but to rock and roll
Mama got style daddy got heart
Baby gonna go out there gonna do his part
Baby gonna laugh baby gonna cry
Baby gonna live right up until he die
Mama got rhythm daddy got soul
Baby got no choice but to rock and roll
Mama got sweet daddy got strong
You know that it's alright when ain't nothin' wrong
Baby don't push baby don't shove
Baby just lookin' for someone to love
Baby gonna laugh baby gonna cry
Baby gonna live right up until he die
Baby gonna live right up until he die
By Damon Wood
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9. |
Eggshells
03:54
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Instrumental
By Damon Wood
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10. |
Pipe Fitter Blues
04:05
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Explicit lyrics
I'm a pipe fitter baby
I've got the tools to satisfy
I'm a pipe fitter baby
I've got the tools to satisfy
And when I put some glue on the tip
It's sticky slick and fortified
I'm a chicken picker baby
I'm pickin' when the rooster crows
I'm a chicken picker baby
I'm pickin' when the rooster crows
And when I do my cock a doodle do
All the little chickadees will know
They call me liquid plumber baby
I like to ooze and I like to slide
They call me liquid plumber mama
I like to ooze and I like to slide
And when you get a clog in your line
I'll give you a drain you can't deny
I run a candy store sugar
And I distribute across the land
I run a candy store baby
And I distribute clear across the land
I got some hard chocolate sugar
Melt in your mouth and not in your hand
I'm a jackhammer baby
I like to break what ain't been broke
I'm a jackhammer baby
I like to break what ain't been broke
And when I lay my hammer down
It's hard to see through all the smoke
I'm a jumbo jet baby
I like to fly the friendly skies
I'm a jumbo jet baby
I like to fly the friendly skies
And when I come in for a crash landing
My baby gets a sparkle in her eye
I'm a pipe fitter baby
I've got the tools to satisfy
I'm a pipe fitter baby
I've got the tools to satisfy
And when I put some glue on the tip
It's sticky slick and fortified
By Damon Wood and Keith Jenkins
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11. |
Galactic Glove
03:29
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Explicit lyrics
It was a cold Colorado night
A billion starts up in the sky
So I figured I just might
See if I could fly
I wanna get real high
So I went down by the lake
I was feelin' pretty baked
About four sheets to the wind
Damn near high as I'd ever been
Then a light came from above the trees
Followed by a sight I'd never seen
As I ducked around behind a shrub
Out came a little green man with a big rubber glove
Lookin' for some intergalactic love
Bouncin' around from globe to globe
Just lookin' for some good clean probe
Some good clean probe
That's when I got the fuck outta Dodge
I don't need no alien rectal massage
I'm just fine the way I be
Don't need no galactic glove in me
Don't need no galactic glove in me
Watch out for the probe
Point 2
Then I seen em comin' up a round the bend
Had a bunch of little green alien friends
They were shootin' little lasers and flashing' little lights
Gonna get some probe or gonna start a fight
They want some probe tonight
By Damon Wood
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Damon Wood's Harmonious Junk Denver, Colorado
Denver based Alternative Rock/Funk/Jazz group led by former James Brown Guitarist, Damon Wood. New singles, "I GET OFFENDED" and "BADLANDS BUSKERS" are available now!
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