“ez dabil” by edad del pavo added to Smooth & Laid-Back Indie Rock on Spotify

“ez dabil” by edad del pavo added to Smooth & Laid-Back Indie Rock on Spotify

Indie Rock

ez dabil
By edad del pavo
From the album ez dabil

ez dabil has been added to Smooth & Laid-Back Indie Rock playlist. ez dabil (out of order in Basque) is an instrumental indie track that was recorded in the Basque Country, Spain and Portland, Oregon. Thanks for listening!

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Fooling (Around) Lyrics

Fooling (Around) Lyrics

Jazz

We’re all around
Sitting on the ground
We can make it high
And share all that sky

Foolin’ around
Follin’ around
And dig on the ground
Foolin’ around
Foolin’ around
And share all that sound

The riffs came up
And we warmed up
The blues did more
More than you thought

Foolin’ around
Follin’ around
And dig on the ground
Foolin’ around
Foolin’ around
And share all that sound

We can blow our minds
And remind this night
Embrace our souls
And let it role

Foolin’ around
Follin’ around
And dig on the ground
Foolin’ around
Foolin’ around
And share all that sound

 

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Doc Holliday Lyrics

Doc Holliday Lyrics

Folk rock

Doc Holliday Lyrics and Authors Notes

The more reckless I face death,
the more lucky I become;
there is something wrong-headed
in this kind of luck – it’s just dumb –
as if the only time you’ll die
is when death’s not playing with you,
and your luck runs dry . . .
it runs completely dry.

Diagnosed with tuberculosis,
and given just six short months to live;
I heard the news, then needed to throw this
damn fate in the creek – more than I can give.

Went to Arizona where air is a dry thing,
a dentist gunslinger carrying a lie,
the untruth being I wanted to lose at anything
as long as bed was not a place to die.

The more reckless I face death,
the more lucky I become;
there is something wrong-headed
in this kind of luck – it’s just dumb –
as if the only time you’ll die
is when death’s not playing with you,
and your luck runs dry . . .
it runs completely dry.

The best thing about playing poker is the chance
to pick a fight, a chance to accuse
someone of cheating, and take the stance
that guns are the only proper way to choose.

Who knew I’d be so damn good at the draw?
Every fight I’d hope would be my last,
a quick death, but like a constant gnaw,
I would win, and the opportunity passed.

Thirty-odd gunfights, who ever figured
Lord, I’d win them all? I’d look at the dust,
wanting to see myself disfigured,
but here I stood, here I stood instead.

Life is a lust your body wants to play out,
even while your mind it shouts out
to pull the gun more slowly,
as if a sinner can now be holy.

Fourteen years after my move
that old TB finally got me;
and dying in bed should only prove
there’s just no damn symmetry
in trying to avoid what Fate planned,
for my death was certainly classic;
I switched course in my final stand.

I got baptized in that hard, dying bed,
for my death was certainly classic;
I went out a Catholic.

The more reckless I face death,
the more lucky I become;
there is something wrong-headed
in this kind of luck – it’s just dumb –
as if the only time you’ll die
is when death’s not playing with you,
and your luck runs dry . . .
it runs completely dry.

Artist’s note:
John Henry Holliday (1851-1887), known throughout the West as Doc Holliday ,was born in Georgia and educated as a dentist in Pennsylvania. Diagnosed with tuberculosis in 1873 and given only a half-year to live, he moved west, hoping to extend his life a few months in the dry climate. Already condemned to a slow, painful death, Holliday knew no fear in dangerous situations, and his fame grew; he teamed up with the Earp brothers during the gunfight at the O.K. Corral, and many historians place the amount of men he killed in the 30s. The only fellow Georgian Holliday continued to contact after he went west was his cousin, Mattie Holliday. Shortly after Doc contracted tuberculosis and left Georgia, Mattie too left their childhood world to become a Sister of Charity, entering an Atlanta convent. No correspondence between the two has survived, but it’s safe to say she had a profound impact on Doc, in that even though he had been raised a Presbyterian, it was revealed after his death at Glenwood Springs, Colorado, that he had recently been baptized in the Catholic faith.

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“Mad Dogs in the Sun” Added to Playlist

“Mad Dogs in the Sun” Added to Playlist

Folk

Indie Music
Mad Dogs in the Sun
By Ruud Fieten
From the album Mad Dogs in the Sun

Mad Dogs in the Sun has been added by a playlist curator on Spotify to playlist CRSTL CLR. FOLK by Ruud Jesse.

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From Ruud Fieten

Mad Dogs in the Sun is the slow burning fever dream of a soldier in a war torn and dystopian world. The story is told from the perspective of a soldier who has gone to war, his head filled with imperialistic propaganda. As the war rages, he finds out his enemies were told the same lies as he was. The chorus is an outcry to his lover who he longs to be with again. It’s a melancholic folk rock song with beautiful lush sounds and 70’s vibes. The songs starts out as a slow burner and completely combusts when the chorus comes in.

Sound: Warm, Organic, Beautiful, Romantic, Dystopian, Chaos, Indie, Powerful, Bittersweet, Psychedelic

Similar Artists:
Father John Misty, Andy Shauf, Kevin Morby, Strand of Oaks, Wilco, Calexico, Villagers, Rodriguez

Lyrics
Oh my god, we’re in perpetual war
So I guess George was right, welcome to ‘84
Oh my god, there’s blood on my hands
So I guess I’ll have to wash it off
Before I spill it on the promised land

And with the passing of the days
We let our morals fade away
And in the morning I’ll be with you
And it’ll be a different day
When all these mad dogs in the sun
Are all fading away

You aim to divide
You aim to rule
You stir up your lies
And feed them to the fools
I want to take that false flag
And paint it white
But I sold my soul to them
Along with my rights

And with the passing of the days
We let our morals fade away
And in the morning I’ll be with you
And it’ll be a different day
When all these mad dogs in the sun
Are all fading away

“Flowering Boulder” Added to Fresh Indie Sounds by Curators Playlist

“Flowering Boulder” Added to Fresh Indie Sounds by Curators Playlist

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Flowering Boulder
By Kyoto Lo-Fi
From the album Flowering Boulder

Flowering Boulder has been added by a playlist curator on Spotify to playlist Fresh Indie Sounds by Curators Playlist by Wardco Studios.

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Note from Sandra of Kyoto Lo-Fi

Hi!

I wanted to share with you an indie band I really love from Dallas Texas called Kyoto Lo-Fi. I am a music fanatic and I work at a record store, and a massive fan of this band.

They just came out with a new release “Flowering Boulder” which I think will be good for your station! You may also like their other track “Godot”, which won an award in Dallas.

SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/kyoto-lo-fi/flowering-boulder/s-QhpVR

I hope someday Kyoto Lo-Fi can tour in my city and I can hear and see them play here, so I am just helping to get the word out.

Here are there primary social media to contact them:
https://twitter.com/Kyotolofi
https://www.instagram.com/kyotolofi/

Best Wishes!

Sandra

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