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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Bottle Angel Lyrics

Bottle Angel Lyrics

Indie Rock

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.

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Forget You by Unintended Strangers

Forget You by Unintended Strangers

Folk

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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“Inside Your Mind” by Carina T added to Indie Rock Playlist

“Inside Your Mind” by Carina T added to Indie Rock Playlist

Female Singers

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

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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Jetstream – The Last Goodbye

Jetstream – The Last Goodbye

Indie Rock

‘The Last Goodbye’ – is the new single from Gibraltar rock band Jetstream. Available on iTunes, apple music, Spotify, Amazon, google & soundcloud.

This track is being described by UK music journalists as THE power ballad for the digital age. With big rock vocals, Brit pop guitars and cool new wave synths this is a new and BIG sound for the band from the Rock of Gibraltar.

Jetstream have definitely reinvented the power ballad genre for the digital age with their latest single ‘The Last Goodbye’. Not only is the track a compelling hybrid of rock vocals and guitars overlaid with new wave pop synths and hip hop drums, but if you scratch underneath the surface just a touch you’ll find a much darker message.

Musically this song begins relatively modest with electro synths and beats. It slowly builds from bare bones to an almighty epic finale drawing from a web of rock influences both classic and modern such as the Who, the Kings of Leon, Snow Patrol and Imagine Dragons.

The mood of the song is sombre with lyrics that call out the listener to draw their own conclusion. Is this a typical love song or is this something darker? Is it for those who have lost and are longing, is it about missed opportunity?

Or is it for those who tirelessly wrestle with their own personal demons and can’t find the direction or support they search for?

This band won’t be revealing too much anytime soon, they prefer to take Bryan May’s approach to song writing leaving enough for people to make their own personal connection with the songs.

‘The Last Goodbye’ is the second release of 2018 by Jetstream following on from November’s ‘Delta Blues’ track which hit the airwaves earlier this year.

‘The Last Goodbye’ Written by S.Whitwell (c) Jetstream Official 2018 Recorded and Produced by Anywhere Studios & Studio91
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Note from Kimberly at Curators Playlist: I really enjoyed this song and moved it the playlist. 

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