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He went ahead and built, the town on the swampland
that he and the preacher man agreed to
He laid foundations, that he crafted by hand
but gave them only sand to sink into
He made the next one, on the edges of the seas
hoping they would all agree
they soon discovered, that a vacuum cannot be
now the waters won't recede
like they oughta be
When the wall fell, the first one of the day
he found that he could look away
And then the second failed, from the pestilence and plague
as his blindness was assuaged
By the time, the third one hit the ground
sadly weakened by the rain
he saw the soldiers come, with their fires all around
What's the grace in falling down, without a sound
I thought that they would throw me
a ticker tape parade (ticker tape parade)
Never thought they'd hold me
to the promises I made (ticker tape parade)
The devil never told me,
the plans that he had laid (ticker tape parade)
I thought that they would throw me
a ticker tape parade
a ticker tape parade
Then the journey, for which he'd made so many plans,
confidentially went awry
as their confidence was wasted on the errands
that the fool would have them try
Like the last days of Alexandria
he'd seen the fires before they came
with the horses and the men that they would carry
watched them perish in the flames
they had gladly made
I thought that they would throw me
a ticker tape parade (ticker tape parade)
Never thought they'd hold me
to the promises I made (ticker tape parade)
The devil never told me,
the plans that he had laid (ticker tape parade)
I thought that they would throw me
A ticker tape parade (ticker tape parade)
A ticker tape parade (La La La La La La La)
A ticker tape parade (La La La La La La La)
A ticker tape parade (La La La La La La La)
A ticker tape parade (La La La La La La La)
(La La La La La La La)
(La La La La La La La)
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Wonder Woman
03:15
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Promises are worthless in the moonlight, but I'll take them in the sun
Grace's vision opening your eyes, you'll have to be the one
Lakeside vision walking with an angel, wind whispers at our faces
Lord give me words you're sure will make her mine, I'll live inside her graces
She walks like wonder woman
she sings like an angel
you know she's the loveliest thing
of all the things i've never seen
of all the things i've never seen
Wanna be the only one who listens, to your fears and your dreams
Wanna stay as long as I can, and I hope you'll stay with me
Holy ghosts are coming for my mind, the demons i've seen
Without you I'm falling to my knees, I'm broken when you're not with me
She walks like wonder woman
she sings like an angel
you know she's the loveliest thing
of all the things i've never seen
of all the things i've never seen
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The sunrise gave no warning
The winds belied no hurricanes
The crows they all stayed quiet when the floods came our way
The veils have washed right over me
Like the dust that shaped the sands
The locusts sang too small, for their warning to be had
Yeah it's just too sad for a country song
Sure seems like it's awful wrong
Hell it's just too sad for a country song
Caught me wishing that I was your love song
The trees they all fell tragically
With their pride lost in the end
Did we ever have a chance to begin
The castles held their trumpet calls
And our sentries were all asleep
And now the walls they have fallen all around me
Cause it's just too sad for a country song
ooooo
It sure seems like it's awful wrong
ooooo
Hell it's just too sad for a country song
ooooo
you caught me wishing I was your love song
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Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
03:33
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Goodbye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go, pole the pirogue down the Bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya, crawfish pie, and a filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
Jambalaya, crawfish pie, and a filé gumbo
For tonight I'm a gonna see my ma cher ami-o
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the Bayou
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Braving the enemy lines, attacking with robots in tow
Shouting her orders afield, ensuring that everyone knows
It ain't easy waking to find, that you've been alive but alone
Devils and deals you've declined, just keeping your eyes on the road
I keep losing the things, been meaning to keep
Keeping the things I should lose
Nowhere to go, nothing better to do
I’d just as soon stay here with you
Settle yourself with your songs, forgetting you still have to breathe
Believing the moment is gone, believing it's just meant to be
Standing there lost on the road, holding a map you can’t read
I know you'll be fine on your own, just please find your way back to me
I keep losing the things, been meaning to keep
Keeping the things I should lose
Nowhere to go, nothing better to do
I’d just as soon stay here with you
Measure your life in your songs, one more melody, one more refrain
Forgetting the moments are gone, like tears on your cheeks in the rain
Deep in the fight for your soul, keeping their armies at bay
I'll be there when we grow old, one more song, one more life, one more day
I keep losing the things, been meaning to keep
Keeping the things I should lose
Nowhere to go, nothing better to do
I’d just as soon stay here with you
I keep losing the things, been meaning to keep
Keeping the things I should lose
Nowhere to go, nothing better to do
I’d just as soon stay here with you
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6. |
Papa Don't Try
02:34
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Don't catch the covid from the cottonwoods
Don't catch the plagues from the pines
Don't catch the measles from the marigolds
Guess we oughta stay home tonight
Don't need malaise from the magnolias
Don't want the fever from the ferns
Don't look for the locusts in the leaf pile
You don't get a prize for your Concerns
Papa don't try
Says the porch is just fine
I got whiskey I got rye
In my quarantine
Don't get the chills from the crocuses
Don't catch the vapors from the vines
Don't cut your hands on the thorns of the roses
Papa says we're gonna be just fine
Don't get the rabies from the radishes
Watch for mange from the mesquites
Mamas gonna cry over your ashes
And Papas gonna pay for his deceits
Papa don't try
Says the porch is just fine
I got whiskey I got rye
In my quarantine
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Cajun Life
02:51
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I set out on the road, to play with a country band
And I done all my learnin’, I’m headin’ back to Lousianne
Where my world seems much brighter, It’s good to be with my friends
Singin’ all them happy songs, back in my Lousianne
Come on everybody, sing along with me
Get in time with my mind, good old southern beat
For as long as I remember, Louisiana bayou
Rain or sunshine, havin’ a good time, livin’ this Cajun life
Now I got me a black haired lady, and her arms are open wide
She speaks to me in lovin’ French as she lies with me each night
Her music’s from the Bayou, it makes me come alive
Give and takin’ all she’s got, livin’ this Cajun life
Come on everybody, sing along with me
Get in time with my mind, good old southern beat
For as long as I remember, Louisiana bayou
Rain or sunshine, havin’ a good time, livin’ this Cajun life
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8. |
How Can I Follow You
03:22
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The cold days of spring give way to the summer
and we find our gaze upon those left behind
I don't know if anyone or anything can follow
the first time I thought I could read all the signs
So merrily back to the spell you were under
and i'll try to repair what you left of mine
I can't seem to figure where we went asunder
so i'll stick to the script and i'll just say my lines
Dear, How can I follow you?
How can I get through?
Lord, I've seen an angel too
How can I follow you
I thought I had paid my fair share of the prices
for the worst things i've done, the deceptions I've tried
Lord I have tried to break free of my vices
but yet I'm forsaken, my wishes denied
Now that my home is the urn for my ashes
and I stand on the ruins of my broken times
I wish I could shake off the curse of your absence
Lord grant me another way to pay for my crimes
Dear, How can I follow you?
How can I get through?
Lord, I've seen an angel too
How can I follow you
How can I follow you
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I woke up this morning with a
terrible pain in my head
And the ache in my bones made
moving too much to ask
A voice deep inside tells me, buddy,
you’re better off dead
But another one beside it reminds me
where I keep my flask
They say drinkin’ borrows your joy from tomorrow,
But it’s been today all day long
This bottle I’m hitting, I ain’t planning on quitting
Why hangover when you can hang on
Why hangover when you can hang on
For me, clean and sober means I’ve showered, and I’m headed to the bar
And, sure, a day without beer won't kill me, but why take the risk
You see alcohol is a solution to most problems I’ve encountered so far
And going to long without it only makes me feel sick
They say drinkin’ borrows your joy from tomorrow,
But it’s been today all day long
This bottle I’m hitting, I ain’t planning on quitting
Why hangover when you can hang on
Why hangover when you can hang on
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Ain't no way gonna fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
Ain't no dirt gonna fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
Ain't no words gonna fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
Ain't no girl gonna fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
Gotta find me a way I’m gonna fill that hole
Look at the size of that hole
Ain't no drugs gonna fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
Ain't no rhymes gonna fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
Don't got time to fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
I'm too tired to fill that hole x3
Look at the size of that hole
I don't know how I'm gonna fill that hole
Look at the size of that hole
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Your vision comes the hour after moonlight
your grief is carried home in the morning light
I know you want to fix all my derangements
I'm sure I can't hold on to my arrangements
It'll be okay
It has to be okay
Full sail ship to navigate without you
And i'm supposed to just divine what the verse wants me to do
Don't know how Im gonna get my demons vanquished
Gonna find the holes in the walls of my embankments
It's gonna be okay
with you, it has to be okay
When the devil reads your diary
When the fates call in their accompli
would that I will forever see
your face, it'll be okay
Now your visions have a hold on my elations
And I keep living all the fails in my relations
why you want me is beyond the wisdom I can see
Do you wanna be the siren in my shallow sea
It seems to be okay
with you, it has to be okay
When the devil reads your diary
When the fates call in their accompli
would that I will forever see
your face, it'll be okay
When the devil reads your diary
When the fates call in their accompli
would that I will forever see
your face, it'll be okay
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The ships passing by
leave my island in their wake
they've been told by the others
that i've made my mistakes
They pull out their spy glasses
to better see my shame
but they won't stick around
to see my parade
the grounds have been cleared
the lines have been drawn
all i've left to do now
Is wait for the right day to come
the trees are all waving
at the afternoon storm
were done marchin for the day boys
lets go and get warm
They just won't stay in line
They can't seem to get my designs
There's always tomorrow, we just have to try
I've got nothing but time
Bring in the replacements
seems the crabs they have all walked away
they stared at me sideways
like they had something to say
they're not like the coconuts
who stay in their lanes
they're not much for marching
but they're easy to train
I guess they're all done with me
and the tales that I spun
But I swear to the heavens
I won't be easily done
Let's hope I can make it
to that day of all day
It'd sure be a shame
if I missed my parade
They just won't stay in line
They can't seem to get my designs
there's always tomorrow, we just have to try
I've got nothing but time
I've got nothing but time
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The High Desert Playboys Albuquerque, New Mexico
“Ticker Tape Parade”, the second album from The High Desert Playboys is available February 11th, 2022 on Slow Start
Records!
Albuquerque’s premier original americana/cajun/bluegrass outfit spent over a year producing their most ambitious album yet.
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