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1. Beneath Mt. Sinai 2. Mercury 3. Rollin' and Tumblin' 4. Sweep a Road 5. Lookin' Pretty Good 6. Take a Breath 7. Walk on Down 8. Under the Gun 9. Black Rolling Thunder 10. Spoonful 11. Tin Stars 12. Record Machine |
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Beneath Mt. Sinai
Shannon Koehler: Vocals, Drums
Aaron Mort: Guitar, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar, Vocals
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
The Lord said I’m steadfast,
I will not be shook,
But no one found a trace,
Cause they took no time to look,
Some one said start me up a fire and flame,
I’m gonna burn me up what I can find,
I’m talking about the war, the war of man kind.
Moses come down,
From Mt. Sinai,
He saw something going wrong,
And he didn’t even try,
He said I want a civil war,
Kill your brother, but don’t test me, I’ve lost my mind,
I’m talking about the war, the war of man kind.
I ask in trust,
Of the one whose steadfast,
Did you think we’d make it,
Did you think we would last?
It’s always been in your name,
We’ve got some blood left for you to sign,
I’m talking about the war, the war of man kind.
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Mercury
Aaron Mort: Vocals, Guitar
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar, Vocals
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Shannon Koehler: Drums, Vocals
Well, that mercury is busting,
Right out of the pot.
And that evil ol’ sun,
Is casting shadows on our rust.
Well, hey there ol’ Lord,
Well, how can I ignore?
A million mixed men,
Marching towards my front door.
Well, I, get down on my knees,
And I pray to God, sir please.
Don’t let these fools,
Have the same, the same ol’ rights as me.
Well, a hey, hey there Sam.
Your money’s burning fast.
Well, along with them people,
Who helped you grow so fast.
Well, a hey there ol’ Mama,
Oh, quit your crying love.
Cause’ that evil ol’ Sam,
Has got a hole in his bag.
Well, I, get down on my knees,
And I pray to God, sir please.
Don’t let these fools,
Have the same, the same ol’ rights as me.
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Rollin' and Tumblin'
Spence Koehler: Vocals, Guitar
Aaron Mort: Guitar, Vocals
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Shannon Koehler: Drums, Harmonica, Vocals
Well I rolled and I tumbled,
Cried the whole night long,
I woke up this mornin’…
If you can’t love me babe,
Darling please let me be,
If you don’t like my peaches don’t go shakin’ my tree.
If that river was whiskey,
I’d be a diving duck,
I’d swim down to the bottom and would not ever come up.
Well I rolled and I tumbled,
Cried the whole night long,
I woke up this mornin’…
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Sweep a Road
Avi Vinocur: Vocals, Guitar
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar
Aaron Mort: Bass, Vocals
Shannon Koehler: Drums, Vocals
I’m living outside of town,
About 20 mile,
I’ll be workin out here,
On my road for a while,
I can’t drive anymore,
To out run my past,
My busted engine blew,
And I’m straight out of gas,
I hit the Shell in Los Banos,
But it wasn’t enough,
Cause I stayed on the highway,
Till country roads got to rough,
But you can’t sweep a road.
No you can’t seep a road,
No you can’t sweep a road with a broom,
When your road is made of dust.
All the twists and the turns,
They’re hard to straighten out,
I start movin’ so fast,
I look back and I’m all turned around,
But I know countless numbers of people,
Who work hard if not harder than I,
Who make time to build their roads,
Out of stone, and it’s easy to see they try,
Here I am sweatin’ like a dog,
Makin’ up for lost time,
It’s not because she’s gone,
It’s my road, my mountain to climb,
But you can’t sweep a road.
No you can’t seep a road,
No you can’t sweep a road with a broom,
When your road is made of dust.
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Lookin' Pretty Good
Shannon Koehler: Vocals, Drums
Avi Vinocur: Guitar, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar
Aaron Mort: Bass, Vocals
Tell me what’s your name,
Tell me what’s your number,
Mmmm, that’s ok babe,
‘Cause I’m as cool as cucumber,
So maybe when you’re free,
You’ll start to notice me.
Babe you know I’m just down the hall,
I wrote number up on the wall,
You can feel free to give me a call,
Cause I’m lookin’ pretty good tonight.
I think I am, don’t you?
I see you like your friends,
But I must insist,
How about talking to me babe,
You know you can’t resist.
So maybe when you’re alone,
Get on that telephone.
Babe you know I’m just down the hall,
You can feel free to give me a call,
I wrote my number up on the wall,
Cause I’m lookin’ pretty good tonight.
He’s lookin’ pretty good tonight.
Thank you, thank you.
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Take a Breath
Shannon Koehler: Vocals, Drums
Avi Vinocur: Guitar, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar
Aaron Mort: Bass, Vocals
Sit very still,
And relax your mind,
Feel all the tension,
Slowly unwind,
Try to be calm,
And let it all drift away,
Try to be calm,
And do as I say,
Take a breath,
And then let it out,
Take a breath,
And you know what it’s all about,
You’ll be just fine.
I was lying, he said,
By a cool lake side,
But it all slipped away,
And there’s no where to hide,
Try to be calm,
She’s nothing that I want,
Try to be calm,
Some things are easy babe,
But I swear I still bleed,
Take a breath,
And then let it out,
Take a breath,
And you know what it’s all about,
You’ll be just fine.
Come away from your place,
Come back to the room,
Open your eyes,
But don’t move to soon,
Try to be calm,
And remember how you feel,
Try to be calm,
Some things aren’t forever,
But I swear this is real.
Take a breath,
And then let it out,
Take a breath,
And you know what it’s all about,
You’ll be just fine.
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Walk on Down
Shannon Koehler: Vocals, Harmonica, Drums
Aaron Mort: Vocals, Guitar
Avi Vinocur: Vocals, Bass
Spence Koehler: Vocals, Guitar
Take off you devil now leave me alone,
I want to leave, I want to leave,
I want to leave everything and walk on down.
Good aint so easy when you’re walkin around,
I’m tryin, I’m tryin,
I’m tryin not to look at you while I walk down.
You work in my brothers just to take our town,
I want to give, I want to give,
I want to give everything and walk on down.
I can feel you tryin to break my soul,
Yes it works, yes it works,
Yes it works to stay steady when you walk on down.
Take off you devil now leave me alone,
I want to leave, I want to leave,
I want to leave everything and walk on down.
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Under the Gun
Aaron Mort: Vocals, Guitar
Shannon Koehler: Drums, Vocals
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar
Crash in your window, crack down your door,
You’re the man I’ve been looking for,
You want me to go ahead and throw you a bone,
All you want is to be left alone
Son, it was nice knowing you.
I’ve got steal, put it in your hand,
I’ll send you out to join the band,
You want school I’ll give you bread,
That’s if you don’t come back dead,
Son, it was nice knowing you.
How longs it been since you seen your mother?
You aint got a friend to call you brother,
Looks like I’m the last thing left in your life,
Why don’t you make me proud, borrow my knife,
Son, it was nice knowing you.
Now here’s a show that you can’t believe,
Everyone can come and no one can leave,
Won’t you serve, join the masquerade,
This is the reason why you where made,
Son, it was nice knowing you.
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Black Rolling Thunder
Aaron Mort: Vocals, Guitar
Shannon Koehler: Drums, Harmonica, Vocals
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar
Well, you died one night all alone,
Choking for help with a broken soul.
But you lived your life on the road,
With a song on your breath
And a tune in your bones
With your poor boy dreams,
Your rich man woes,
For cryin’ out loud.
You’re an alter boy,
A country’s son,
A music man.
Well, your face appeared, in a painting I saw.
In a blank man’s stare, hanging on the wall.
Well, you know I paused when I heard the news,
Twenty short years, ya, I still cry the same tears.
With your poor boy dreams,
Your rich man woes,
For cryin’ out loud.
You’re an alter boy,
A country’s son,
A music man.
Well, I pray for you brother, you know I always did.
But still I wonder, oh, what could have been?
Well, I try, try, try, not to blame myself.
But still I go under, oh, black rolling thunder.
With your poor boy dreams,
Your rich man woes,
For cryin’ out loud.
You’re an alter boy,
A country’s son,
A music man.
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Spoonful
Shannon Koehler: Vocals, Drums
Aaron Mort: Guitar, Vocals
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar, Vocals
It might be a spoonful of coffee
It might be a spoonful of tea
Well what ever kinda spoonful you want to hand over
to me sweet thing,
It’s got to satisfy me.
I’m crying about it,
Everybody’s lying about it,
Everybody’s fighting about it,
Everybody’s dieing about it.
It might be a spoonful of silver,
It might a spoonful of gold,
Well what kinda sweet little spoonful you want to hand on over to me I taste it and say mmm that’s good babe,
It’s got to satisfy my soul.
You know that I’m crying about it, Spoonful,
Everybody’s lying about it, Spoonful,
Everybody’s fighting about it, Spoonful,
Everybody’s dieing about it, The Spoonful.
Spoon that, spoon that, spoonful.
Everybody’s dieing about it, yes I’m talking about the Spoonful.
Spoon that, spoon that spoonful.
Everybody’s dieing about it.
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Tin Stars
Aaron Mort: Vocals, Guitar
Shannon Koehler: Vocals, Drums
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Pedal Steel
The old gun slinger,
In the days of wagon wheels,
Says you can’t understand,
How it felt, how it feels,
But I said yes, cause I’ve seen,
What they hold by their side,
It aint no star on their chest,
But by gun we abide.
My sheriffs just the same,
As any man who played the game,
He keeps death right by his side.
You made yourself a one man town,
With your bullet machine.
Billy the kid, riding high,
Known for his hands in his time,
Took his shots at the law,
And we love his old crime,
We take it easy on Pat Garret,
He lived in whiskey and dust,
I can’t say the same for the law,
That rides fear till it rusts.
My sheriffs just the same,
As any man who played the game,
He keeps death right by his side.
You made yourself a one man town,
With your bullet machine.
No ones around,
Cause you shot everybody down,
Take your pride new gun slinger,
When your six feet in the ground.
Aint nothing like silver,
On a Colt 44,
But the picture shows over,
And we can’t stay no more,
So why do you peacekeeper,
Hold your peacemaker so tight,
Your romance with the bullet,
Isn’t over tonight.
My sheriffs just the same,
As any man who played the game,
He keeps death right by his side.
You made yourself a one man town,
With your bullet machine.
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Record Machine
Aaron Mort: Vocals, Guitar
Avi Vinocur: Bass, Vocals
Shannon Koehler: Drums, Vocals
Spence Koehler: Lead Guitar
You can find my soul spinning on the record machine.
Its that rock n’ roll music swimming in my genes.
Well, come on baby just sing along.
Spend all night trying to sing my song.
You don’t care if you don’t sing it right.
No, you don’t mind.
Well, you found your first love on a pop radio.
Now I got you diggin’ on that funky ol’ soul.
Well, come on baby just sing along.
Spend all night trying to sing my song.
You don’t care if you don’t sing it right.
No, you don’t mind.
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