Chant #68 by Entering Another Song and Lyrics

Chant #68 by Entering Another Song and Lyrics

Of the nearly 100 songs we produced in the past 4 years, this one might very well be the best. Thanks, Jeremy Bates, Tommy Kelly, Matt Blocher & drummer extraordinaire Tommy Whiteman.

Chant #68 Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey
We’re in the world
Hey, hey, hey
of many dances.

Hey, hey, hey
Living the life
Hey, hey, hey
of many trances.
Here we go . . .

Hey, hey, hey
Climbing a tree
Hey, hey, hey
Of many branches.

Hey, hey, hey
It’s all about
Hey, hey, hey
Our frail chances.
Here we go . . .

Hey, hey, hey
We’re in the world
Hey, hey, hey
of many dances.

Hey, hey, hey
Living the life
Hey, hey, hey
of many trances.

Hey, hey, hey
Something about the future:

Hey, hey, hey
It always reaches into the past.

Here we go:

Hey, hey, hey
Something about the future:

Hey, hey, hey
It always reaches into the past.
Here we go now:

 

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Forget You by Unintended Strangers

Forget You by Unintended Strangers

We are a folk duo who co-write and collaborate completely online- we have never met in person. This was one of the very first songs we wrote,  and still means a lot to us personally.  Visit Unintended Strangers Website.

Forget you

When I dream your face it comes to mind

The feeling of your hand so warm in mine

I tried so hard to forget you

but a part of me just will not let you go

Somehow I left a piece of my heart thats buried back in that place we met

first love they say is hard to forget but I want to

Forget you

We were just kids way back when we’d stay up hours making future plans

I’ve moved on but still you’re in my head

and a part of me just will not let you go

“but kids move on and make their way, and life rolls on just like a train

another time another place would you recognize my face would you even know my name

somehow I left a piece of my heart thats buried back in that place we met

first love they say it’s hard to forget but I want to

forget you

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Bottle Angel Lyrics

Bottle Angel Lyrics

Bottle Angel

A man bases his life on drinking – doesn’t need a wife or friends, because he thinks he’s saved by the bottle. Then he meets a woman who turns his life around, and he realizes he was saved by his Bottle Angel.


Bottle Angel
(Gibson/Bates/Kelley 2017)
Verse 1
Wives come and go, they do,
friends rarely ever stay true,
when you’re feel’n downright blue,
downright blue,
you can always do what I do . . .
do what I do . . .

Chorus
I live my life full throttle,
never found a need to dawdle,
don’t have to be Aristotle
to know I’m saved, I’m saved, by the bottle.
Saved by the bottle.

Short Instrumental

Verse 2
I hate my work, have no clout,
my life’s a pain, so damn true.
When you’re feeling down & out,
feeling down & out,
you can always do what I do . . .
do what I do . . .

Chorus
I live my life full throttle,
never found a need to dawdle,
don’t have to be Aristotle
to know I’m saved, I’m saved, by the bottle.
Saved by the bottle.

Instrumental

Bridge
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
Then she came into my life . . .
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,
An angel showed me how
to handle strife . . .
an angel saved me from myself,
an angel saved me from myself.

Chorus
I live my life full throttle,
never found a need to dawdle,
don’t have to be Aristotle
to know she saved me, saved me, from the bottle.
She saved me from the bottle,
She saved me from the bottle.
She saved me from the bottle.
“Inside Your Mind” Song and Lyrics

“Inside Your Mind” Song and Lyrics

Inside Your Mind
By Carina T
From the album Inside Your Mind
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Nowadays, people are unwilling to express their true feelings as they are afraid of becoming vulnerable. Also, because of pressure by the mainstream media, people are sometimes too focused on the physical side of relationships and do not care about what matters the most: feelings and being human and kind (basically, what’s inside our minds). This song criticises the overrated physical side of superficial relationships.

Inside Your Mind has been added to Indie Rock at Curators Playlist playlist by Wardco Studios.

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Lyrics:
So you think you got me hooked
Maybe you’re wrong
And if you think I’m going mad
Well, maybe you’re right

You may think you’re very sweet
That’s your perception
You’re just a captive of your ego
And you just don’t know

What do you care?
You act like me I’m not there
You touch but you don’t feel
Who the hell am I to you?

Take me there, take me
Inside your mind
Take me there, take me
To the place I’ve never been

I thought you were different
Maybe I was wrong
You know, you’re not that special
And that’s alright

What do you care?
You act like me I’m not there
You touch but you don’t feel
Who the hell am I to you?

Take me there, take me
Inside your mind
Take me there, take me
To the place I’ve never been

Is there a reason for keeping me aside?
Are you just afraid of what you’re hiding within?

Songwriters: Rui Providencia and Carina Teixeira
Lyrics: Rui Providencia and Carina Teixeira
Producers: James Arter
Mixing and Mastering: James Arter
Special Thanks: Luis Varela (Production credits)

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Doc Holliday Lyrics

Doc Holliday Lyrics

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.

About Matt Groves & Rich Jane Song and Lyrics

About Matt Groves & Rich Jane Song and Lyrics

Matt and Jane engage in a fateful tryst. We borrowed the plot of this song from Fairport Convention’s “Mattie Groves” who, in turn, borrowed their plot from an old English folk song. The idea was to produce a modern version of Mattie’s fate.

Matt Groves & Rich Jane

Matt Groves walked in the bar, and saw
Rich Jane, sitting with her friends.
He told the bartender to draw
him a draft, and his nerves felt raw.
He saw Jane was up to bad ends.

Then Jane appeared by his side, on an old bar stool,
saying she loved him since they were in school,
“You’re a good man, I’ll confide,
when you left here, I nearly died.
To deny me now would be so cruel.”

“I loved you too, he said, but now you’ve married,”
and I’ve been gone, been gone too long.
Your man runs a gang, head-strong,
bound to take poorly to such a wrong.
You know his shotgun keeps folks worried.”

“It’s true, he’s a very tough man,
but now he’s gone, for a week, he went out of state,
just one night is something we can
pull off, with no one knowing our fate.
I can promise you, Matt, I’ll make you great.”

The barkeep pretended not to hear,
but when Matt and Jane left the bar,
he called Jane’s man, about Jane dear.
They thought he was away too far,
and they could love all night without any fear.

Come morn, her man stood at the foot of the bed,
“How do you like my lady, Matt?” was all he said.
“I like her fine, like none instead.”
Wrong answer, laying in his bed,
the shotgun roared, shot poor Matt dead.

“Now I caused you and Matt to part,
my love, so can we end this quarrel?”
Jane’s eyes said Matt cannot depart,
she pulled the shotgun to her heart,
squeezed off that other barrel.

He had people clean up the room,
and remove the remains;
he didn’t explain the whole blowup,
down at the water, with the chains,
he placed Jane on top, with such great pains,

because love is all that remains.

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