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I love the Sex Pistols, Joe Strummer and The Clash
Neil Young solo and with Crosby, Stills, and Nash
Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash
Ringo, Plastic Ono Band on the Run, All Things Must Pass
I'm a little bit of everything
Got all this music in my head
I'm a little bit of everything
I'm a little bit of everything, everything
I love Aretha, Gladys Knight, and James Brown
Smokey and the Miracles, and everyone at Motown
The Thin White Duke, Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground
Bruce and his E Street band, man! I love that Jersey sound!
I'm a little bit of everything
Got all this music in my head
I'm a little bit of everything
I'm a little bit of everything, everything
I love the Yardbirds, the Kinks, the Who, the Stones
Loretta, Tammy, Merle Haggard, and George Jones
Paul Weller and The Jam, the Damned, the Ramones
Or when Miles blows his trumpet or when Coltrane plays that saxophone
I'm a little bit of everything
Got all this music in my head
I'm a little bit of everything
I'm a little bit of everything, everything
I love Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Woody Guthrie
Run DMC, the Beasties, Public Enemy
Billie Holiday, Tony, Frank, Ella, Louis
John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, and B.B. King
I'm a little bit of everything
Got all this music in my head
I'm a little bit of everything
I'm a little bit of everything
And I could go on and on and on and on and on
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Breaking Up the Band
04:08
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Dave's a constant no-show
And Jim found his Yoko
And I may have more success
If I just went solo
Bob became a junkie
It's too big of a monkey
The other guys lean toward heavy rock
But I'm leaning more toward country
So I'm breaking up the band
Gonna disappoint our fans, yeah
Yeah I'm breaking up the band
I'm always been in control
But Jim, he wants a bigger role
Our albums all go platinum
But the last one it just went gold
Our label didn't get it
So we released it independent
And I wrote every single song
But Jim demands co-credit
So I'm breaking up the band
Gonna be heartbreak for our fans, yeah
Yeah I'm breaking this band
Despite no label pressures
There's really no team effort
And it became a heavy chore
To put out our last record
It's such a common story
Dave was tired of touring
And I'm really much happier
Working on my own recordings
So I'm breaking up the band
Gonna disappoint our fans, yeah
I'm breaking up this band
Like Creedence and the Eagles
Just like all four Beatles
Everything is different now
And everything is legal
But I never say never
Or that breakups are forever
Who knows! If the money's right
We may get back together
I'm breaking up this band
Gonna be heartbreak for our fans
It's time to break up this band
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Suzanne deserved so much more
Then some impractical dreamer
This is not what she signed up for
When I put that ring upon her finger
Shoulda been a doctor or a lawyer
Should got a job with the government
Rock 'n roll is a destroyer
Of all things permanent
Kids need food on the table
Kids need shoes on their feet
Kids need their dads to watch them play football
Kids need braces on their teeth
Wives need their husbands to be there
Wives need stability
This rock 'n roll life ain't no sure thing
She stopped believing in me
Kids need food on the table
Kids need to be insured
These bar gigs, going from town to town
They put that burden all on her
Got my songs on a soundtrack
But it pays little royalties
This rock 'n roll life ain't no sure thing
She stopped believing in me
Shoulda been a broker or an architect
Shoulda got yourself into real estate
Or at least something with a steady paycheck
Rock 'n roll is little or no pay
Suzanne got herself a lawyer
She wants full custody
Rock 'n roll is a destroyer
Of happy families
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Small Potatoes
04:14
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I'd really love to play
But the press won't come to this small-town café
I need a boost to my career
So call me when Mr. Springsteen gets here
'Cause this is small potatoes
And I need something big
I'll only help my neighbors
With a high-profile gig
I need a large amphitheater
A green room with hot food and a healthy retainer
Yeah, I'll try to be sincere
But they're not the only ones who've had a shitty year
And this is small potatoes
And I need something big
I'll only getting famous
With a high-profile gig
'Cause this is small potatoes
And I need something big
I'll only help my neighbors
With a high-profile gig
Yeah, people got diseases
People lose their houses in the breezes
There are people going hungry
But I need exposure, I hope you raise a lot of money, honey
And this is small potatoes
And I need something big
I'll only getting famous
With a high-profile gig
And this is small potatoes
And I need something big
I'll only getting famous
With a high-profile gig
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Dude
03:43
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By the light of the moon
I see stars, I see stars
As I'm writing out this tune
I see stars, I see stars
Let it play
Like yesterday
When I first heard you, dude
In the costumes that you wear
I see art, I see art
In the way you change your hair
I see art, I see art
Let it play
Like yesterday
When I first saw you, dude
A teenage boy grows up to be a man
But reacts the same way to the songs from back then
Let it play
Like yesterday
When I first heard you, dude
When I look up into space
I hear guitars, I hear guitars
It must be a pretty place
Up in Mars, among the stars
Let it play
Like yesterday
When I first heard you, dude
Let it stay
Like yesterday
When I first heard you, dude
© 2016 Michael B. Nahmias
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Tamb Girl
05:38
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She's hanging out with him
Which means she's hanging with our band
She just wants to fit in
And be more than just a fan
She can't play and she can't sing
Nobody wants to hear her tambourine
To be a groupie ain't her wish
She thinks she's got real talent
Some are born with this gift
But I'm afraid she'll never have it
She can't write and she can't sing
Nobody wants to hear her tambourine
We've got the rhythm covered
We've got another Neil Peart
She'll never be no drummer
When her lack of timing hurts
Nobody in the band wants to be mean
She won't add anything with her tambourine
We tried her out on harmonies
She can't quite hit those notes
And anyway, we'd rather stay a 4-piece
So I'm afraid, she has to go, she has to go
Nobody in the band wants to be mean
She won't add anything with her tambourine
Tambourine girl, tambourine girl
She better find a different world
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I'm a bar singer
Playing their requests
You're a heavy drinker
The only one left in this bar
It's 2 a.m.
And tomorrow night, I do the same thing over again
But I'm a songwriter
With songs you've never heard
'Cause they always ask for Zeppelin
And they always want "Free Bird"
While I've got your ear
I'll play you my song while you finish your last beer
I'm a big dreamer
Of being down in Nashville
But I whored myself out tonight
At Chelsey's Bar and Grille
Singing songs they know
Songs that are the staples of FM radio
But I'm a songwriter
Can I play you my tune?
I've been working on the chorus
Since late this afternoon
It's 2 a.m.
The bar has cleared
I'll sing you my song while you finish your last beer
This song can be a radio hit
I'm really proud of it
The bartender is locking the front doors
So be my sounding board
I'm a songwriter
With songs that don't get played
'Cause they come for familiar things
Or else I don't get paid
I'm a songwriter
In an empty bar
I'll unplug the PA
And pack up my guitar
While I've got your ear
I'll play you my song while you finish your last beer
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8. |
Poor, Innocent Strings
03:08
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They take the brunt of my anger
When I am strumming my guitar
I've been putting them in danger
'Cause I play 'em so damn hard
These poor, innocent strings
That low E string is a tough one
There's a lot it can withstand
But have pity on that high E string
That string always breaks
Always gets replaced
Since I've got a violent hand
These poor, innocent strings
I think they saved me
These flat-wound, regular lights
Since I lost my baby
I'm always playing day and night
These poor, innocent strings
She turned me into a madman
Gonna crank the volume on my amp
And when I strum like Pete Townshend
Those strings take it like a champ
These poor, innocent strings
I don't think I've ever changed that B string
But I think it's on it's last leg
How has it survived?
That string has nine lives
I'm afraid to turn that tuning peg
These poor, innocent strings
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Doing What I Do Best
08:07
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Me and Pete had a high school rock band
Two kids planning to rock the world
But all those dreams, they were put on the back burner
When Pete fell in love with a girl
He got his sweetheart Ann Marie pregnant
And he chose to do the right thing
He stopped playing and got himself a steady-paying job
And gave Ann Marie a wedding ring
Yeah, Pete was a natural
So what a tragedy
He shoulda been out there playing
Not at that factory
But that kind of life didn't happen to me
So I've been lucky I guess
Some might say I've been blessed
To be out on that road doing what I do best
I've played Jersey more times than I can count
They know the words to all my songs
Time goes quickly when I'm playing out in Cleveland
But the shows in Phoenix always seem to drag on and on
I've played Dallas seems like hundred of times
They’ve always liked me out in Austin
It's on and off that bus, pack/unpack that suitcase
Sometimes it's laryngitis and exhaustion
They say it's just the nature of the business
Eating at those Cracker Barrels, staying at those Motel 6's
But Pete never got to live this kinda life
So I've been lucky I guess
Some might say I've been blessed
To be out on that road doing what I do best
I saw Pete last time I was in town
I hadn't seen him in fifteen or sixteen years
He's got four kids now, so life keeps him real busy
But he managed to sneak out for a couple of beers
He said he saw me on the cover of some magazine
It put a big smile on his face
He got promoted, so he's said it's been like 5 or 6 years
Since he took that guitar out of its case
I said "I put together a real tight band.
We're headed to Europe and then we'll hit Japan".
He said "I wish I was going with you, man!"
So I've been lucky I guess
Some might say I've been blessed
To be out on that road doing what I do best
Can't start a family when you're married to the road
It's been months since I've been home
I've had women walking in and out my door
But I always ended up alone
I've pushing almost 40 years of age
But I still get chills when I walk out on that stage
And I'll be doing this til I'm buried in my grave
So I've been lucky I guess
Some might say I've been blessed
To be out on that road doing what I do best
I've been lucky I guess
Some might say I've been blessed
To be out on that road doing what I do best
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Michael Brett Asbury Park, New Jersey
Influenced by music legends like John Lennon, Bob Dylan, and David Bowie, Michael Brett's songs are a moving combination of catchy, jangly mostly-acoustic guitar hooks and words that are essentially characters who might put a smirk on your face, might make you ponder, might lift you up, or might make you sad inside. ... more
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