1. |
Sure fire thing
03:09
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
Sure fire thing, fire cert, fire worth anticipatin'
You keep me waitin' to get me goin'
Anticipatin' you slip in to next to nothin'
Hardly anythin' at all
chorus:
You build a charge
You build it up
Fuel the mind
Stoke the gut
Just how knockout just how sexy
just how deadly does it feel
To have the looks, to stir me up
To hold the nitro...glycerin
You build a charge
You build it up
Fuel the mind
Stoke the gut
The world begins to rumble
The mood to scintillate
The heightened states of hunger
To salivate
You build a charge
You build it up
Fuel the mind
Stoke the gut
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2. |
Holy chi wow hua
04:25
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
She's in command of six figures
From every angle they deliver
My poor sight just got better
She's in command of six figures
Thirty-out standing eight
Twenty somethin' takin' you in
Thirty six inches of feminine power
Holy chi wow hua
Sucked in that dame
Like a berry thru a straw
Every morsel, the whole caboodle
Sucked in that dame thru a straw
She's in command of six figures
From every angle they deliver
My poor sight just got better
She's in command of six figures
When the lord put her together
He must've dropped his guard
For Saint Nick to spike so much fever
Into a fetchingly wicked sum
Thirty-out standing eight
Twenty somethin' takin' you in
Thirty six inches of feminine power
Holy chi wow hua
She's the livin' I been lookin' for
She's the dame to flip over
The spell to fall under
The die for figure to kill for
She's in command of six figures
From every angle they deliver
My poor sight just got better
She's in command of six figures
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3. |
Shook up an' down
03:18
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
Shook the highway up an' down
Left an' right, in an' out
Left an' right, in an' out
Shook the highway up an' down
Stuck to the tar it's dips an hills
Thru the bone cold night thru the hail an' mist
Thru the bone cold night thru the hail an' mist
Stuck to the tar it's dips an hills
Chorus:
Sang my sorrow in the engine's key
Ran that engine on melancholy
From a thunderbolt to a bawlin' peak
Sang my sorrow in the engine's key
Plucked a psalm a reverential leaf
From the catholic branch of a roman tree
From the catholic branch of a roman tree
I plucked a psalm a reverential leaf
Chorus:
Looked for the rock for the starry sky
That got me a home, got me a wife
Safe as a house homin' device
Looked for the rock for the starry sky
Did I mistake that gem, hold it too high
Believe that love would see me right
The wife not cheat, the light not misguide
An' take me on across to the oncoming side
Chorus
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4. |
Interstate girl
03:45
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
Broad at the wheel
My interstate girl
Full of acceleration
Of curve appeal
She's my way forward
My pull an' drive
The desire for love
The force of desire
Flat out, wed to the kerb
My interstate girl
My angel of chrome
Holds the flight of the birds
All of the stars
An' planet earth
Holds me closer
Than I deserve
Ride over my bones
My interstate girl
Run your fin tail
Over my trail
Turn your bridgestones
Over my border lines
Let your love
Course thru' my world
She's my way forward
My pull an' drive
The desire for love
The force of desire
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5. |
Raised like an' oil
03:01
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
She pushed him to excel
To turn it in to somethin'
Worked him to a salt
Shook him like a seasoning
Buds
Over them buds
All over them buds for tastin'
She raised him like an oil
Grew him to a temper
Hot enough to forge
To forge a lovin' out of
Gold
Liquid gold
A pot to fry it all forever
Smoked him like a kipper
Smoked him like a cigar
She glowed that spot of sun
That spot of sun she flickered
Thru
Right thru him
She drew him thru the centre...
Smoked him like a kipper
They rattled the bones of one
The bones of one another
Until the sparks they took a hold
An' flew into a fire
Bones
Rattlin' bones
Into the belly of a fire
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6. |
Teenage stripper
03:41
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7. |
Short fat hearse
03:22
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
Short fat hearse in short fat spurts
Carries short fat Harlem to the short fat church
Short fat Harlem an' his full fat heart
Lies restfully fucked in a short fat box
They're roundin' him up
Tuckin' him In
To the short fat corners
Of the things he done
Congregators mourn in short hat an' tails
In fat black dresses, in sombre veils
Fat grievin' tears run to short drops
To coal black slate, an' bounce on off
They're roundin' him up
Tuckin' him In
To the short fat corners
Of the things he done
A mighty short service, fat to the hymn
Dense to the wail of distraught women
Blowin' a concentration, strugglin' to task
They lower fat Harlem to a short fat dock
Memories spill over
Fillin' up that hole
Fat recollections
All shot full of Harlem
For standing one too many
Times up against
The short sight
Of them fat heads
They're roundin' him up
Tuckin' him In
To the short fat corners
Of the things he done
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8. |
Bad enough
03:57
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
Bad, I see she's bad
Bad enough for me?
I had to see
How bad was her
Badness
Jesus 'an his win-
chester Got me in
Past an absent tooth
The standout flaw
Of a standout jewel
We got acquainted
Stripped to the deed
Froze eternity
Right there
Before a cavin' in
Bad, I see she's bad
Bad enough for me?
I had to see
How bad was her
Badness
Bout we knocked
Ourselves out
In a bout of love that
Don't come About
Too frequently
What she dig dig digged
I dig digged too
We digged to impose
Out shine outsmart
Out do
Bad, I see she's bad
Bad enough for me
I gets to see
How bad is her
Badness
I digged them stars
'em circlin' stars
One vague
Concussive orbit
Chasin' after another
I copped the full range
Caught them
All ways
Her bad is enough
It's makin' me pay
Bad, I see she's bad
Bad enough for me
I gets to see
How bad is her
Badness
Bad as the salts
Revivin' floor
Bad engagin' me daily
To a beat up
Feelin' sore
Bad erodin' my crown
Bad wearin' me down
Bad for all to see
Her badness
Is bad for me
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9. |
Double drat
03:05
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
Well you remember saddlin' up for the ride
Settin' your sights in to the blazin' sky
It had no limits an' it sucked you in
To it's big blue promise of things to come
How cold is your life, how old is the lie
How deep is the baritone shakin' inside
The wind blew in on your blindside
Three quarters of yourself passed you by
Under the pig sinkin' punches, into the soakin' night
Into the foldin' rain, into torpor
How cold is your life, how old is the lie
How deep is the baritone shakin' your life
'til the agein' sun rolls it's lonely eye
Over your long lost soul, one last time
Stretchin' you out, cuttin' your size
Shrinkin' to a pittance then out of existence
How cold is your life, how old is the lie
How deep is the baritone shakin' inside
Well you remember saddlin' up for the ride
Settin' your sights in to the blazin' sky
It had no limits an' it sucked you in
To it's big blue promise of things to come
How cold is your life, how old is the lie
How deep is the baritone shakin' shakin'
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10. |
When you're done
03:10
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(Lyrics by JohnnyF)
When you're done clamberin' over the small details
Staggerin' on short wee pins
Combin' thru the pointless
Starin' plain colossus in the blood shot eye
When you're done chippin' away at the surface
Crushin' them pearls of wisdom
Cauterizin' bites from the multiplyin' bugs
When the need to do is divided
Chorus:
When you're done done done loosin' face
Done done loosin' pace
Done slippin' from the human race
Done chasin' bows of rain
To see what there's to gain
Done stickin' 'round to see what figures out
When you've done lost the razor-sharpest wit
An' silver from your tongue has ceased to drip drip drip
You no longer got the tools to bring them honeys home to roost
You know you cannot pluck a flower with a club
When you're done loadin' yourself into a gun
In to things that make you sit up all attentive
When bad rolls over good rolls in to an ugly place to hide
There's no measure of you left to make a difference
Chorus:
When you're done spittin' feathers over drink
Sinkin' cold lumps of steel in what to think
With love tearin' up the heart, the big time failin' the mark
Done waitin' for the blind to leap in faith
Chorus:
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Red Raucous Brighton, UK
Red Raucous are a UK band based in Brighton playing Rock an Roll/Americana/Pop. The debut album "THE RUB OF RED RAUCOUS" is
available now on digital.
"You can find Red Raucous tearing up the house in venues
such as The 12 Bar Club, The Green Door Store,The Prince Albert, The Con Club, Brightona Festival".
Influences
The Jim Jones Revue, The Black Keys, The Artic Monkeys, Elvis.
... more
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