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River of Chowder

by drexel

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Stuck in the Middle of a Monolithic Beast
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Big John's House Drivin' down the holler, goin' 90 miles an hour Gonna' get a pound of dope at big John's House Just outside of Beattyville on the other side of hell Where the people stay stoned all day long It was 1987 down in Williamsburg, Ky. The Baptists had social control We were drinkin' and dope dealin' But from noone we were stealin, We were reckless with innocent joy Young and crazy, we were runnin' free On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee Young and crazy, we were runnin' free On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee He was big and really hairy, Awful jolly but still scary The room was filled with 300 pounds But on that night I do remember, On that weekend in September How good it felt to be breakin' the law Just a weekend back in college Learnin' old subversive knowledge Haulin' weed from Owsley to Dayton We didn't know what we were doin' That our lives could end in ruin The moment was all that we cared for CHORUS Young and crazy, we were runnin' free On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee Young and crazy, we were runnin' free On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee We really didn't give a damn We were on the side of nature's plan 19 years old and full of ourselves I'd do it all again, if I could But they'd probably lock me up for good After hearin' the words to this song Drivin' down the holler, goin' 90 miles an hour Gonna' get a pound of dope at big John's House Just outside of Beattyville on the other side of hell Where the people stay stoned all day long CHORUS Young and crazy, we were runnin' free On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee Young and crazy, we were runnin' free On a marijuana mission, down in old Appalachee Just outside of Beattyville On the other side of hell We gonna' get a pound of dope at Big John's House
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There's a place deep inside where my shame sits and hides Into the bountiful darkness of my personal strife But if you come take my hand, you'll surely understand That my darkness comes from love, and the void that it demands Now come on darlin' reach out to me, why can't you understand That sunshine comes from darkness, like hate from the Klu Klux Klan Cynical Sadness will surely drive you mad, festering like a virus on the love that you wished you had In the shadows of my dreams sit my faded memories covered with scars of yesterday, when my love she flew away Through my oceans of blue, I pray that I'll get through And the pain that lives inside will be gone and sorrow too. Now come on darlin' reach out to me, why can't you understand That sunshine comes from darkness, like hate from the Klu Klux Klan Cynical Sadness will surely drive you mad, festering like a virus on the love that you wished you had Pain from love we do receive, fits of heartache inbetween Weighin' heavy on our minds, never happy all the time When it ends I hope you'll see, it's the love inside of me that takes us to the center of our mental ecstacy Now come on darlin' reach out to me, why can't you understand That sunshine comes from darkness, like hate from the Klu Klux Klan Cynical Sadness will surely drive you mad, festering like a virus on the love that you wished you had
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Practicing Preachers Pastor DeVol was a practicing preacher Till he got his groove on with a married school teacher They'd do it all night long, come Sunday morning his gall was strong He'd preach to the people how lustful hearts were beating all wrong Yeah, they were beating all right Officer Don was a cop on the beat, he swore to take the criminals off of the streets And he hung out with the high school punks Sayin' you got to stay away from that junk But they didn't know Donny kept a kilo of it in his trunk Yeah, he didn't like to get drunk Practicing Preachers are always distant and few It's always the guy you thought knew Who winds up with his mugshot, on the evening news Leaving you to sing the blues Sayin' no, this can't be true Congressman Jones took the Christian right stand To save D.C. from the devil that was his only plan But it was his own demons his sought, He was blinded by the power he sought He didn't know how easy, how easy it was to be bought Yeah, anyone can be bought Practicing Preachers are always distant and few It's always the guy you thought knew Who winds up with his mugshot, on the evening news Leaving you to sing the blues Sayin' no, this can't be true Lyrics, melody and music by Brian Pelfrey
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Queen V 04:08
Every mornin', I pass her by drivin' down the avenue, oh yes she do Every mornin', I wonder what, she's goin' through Every mornin', I blow her kisses, she blows them too... And every morning, we go our seperate ways, that's what we do Every evenin', I pass her by drivin' down the avenue Every evening, I think about what she's been through Every evening, I blow her blow her kisses, she blows them too Every evening, we go our separate ways, that's what we do...
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Righteous Judgement abounds It grabs me every day in the places that I'm found Every city, every state, every country, every town Righteous Judgement abounds There go the preachers listen to 'em they're preachin' the word There go the law men catchin' them old jailbirds Righteous Judgement abounds It follows me around like an old coon hound From the tongue of Dr. Laura to a Barbara Walters frown Righteous Judgement abounds There go the soccer moms drivin' their SUVs Suburban reality is vacuous some may see Righteous Judgement abounds It follows me every day in the places that I'm found Who we lay, how we get off, it's keepin' us all down Righteous Judgement abounds There go the preachers listen to 'em they're preachin' the word There go the law men catchin' them old jailbirds Righteous Judgement abounds It permeates my world like a psychopathic clown From the tongue of Dr. Laura to a Barbara Walters frown Righteous Judgement abounds Righteous Judgement....
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We all want the same things, I'm no different, I'll admit it But the law of averages says, not everybody's gonna' get it Some day I'll be where nobody can touch me Feel sorry for you cause you're not me The road to the top may be rocky But I won't let hell or high water stop me CHORUS I'm gonna' be just like The Man They Called Chowder Don't wanna' be no low down dirty cowtower Ain't gonna' sit around and let my grapes get sour Someday I'll be just like they Man They Called Chowder I may not have many friends, not one on whom I can depend But we all know in the end, whoever dies with the most toys wins We all want the same things, I'm no different, I'll admit it But the law of averages says, not everybody's gonna' get it Some day the Pope and the Prez will come and visit They'll say, Man your place is exquisite We want your money now give it I've got this dream, I can't quit it CHORUS I'm gonna' be just like The Man They Called Chowder Don't wanna' be no low down dirty cowtower Ain't gonna' sit around and let my grapes get sour Someday I'll be just like they Man They Called Chowder I may not have many friends, not one on whom I can depend But we all know in the end, whoever dies with the most toys wins
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River of Chowder, drexel's second recording

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released January 1, 2005

© 2005, Brian Pelfrey, David Sparks

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