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MR. COFFEE
02:12
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MR. COFFEE
Words by MARY NELL MURPHY
Music by BOBTOWN
I got a king size bed but no king
got a tuxedo jacket and a white bow tie
and I wear ‘em to the weddings alone in July
and I catch the bouquets and I hang ‘em to dry
but there’s no mister here but the coffee
I got a king size bed but no king
no diamonds on my fingers, no hyphen at all
no honeymoon trip to Niagra Falls
just one name on the mailbox, initials if you call
cuz there’s no mister here but the coffee
I got a king size bed but no king
got all of Joni Mitchell and no Aerosmith
got a long-haired cat with a frou-frou name
it takes ten kinds of brushes to tame our manes
and there’s no mister here but the coffee
I don’t need permission when dinner’s behind
and dressin’ for dinner means closin’ the blinds
in my birthday suit, and that suits me fine
cuz there’s no mister here but the coffee
I got a king size bed but no king
and it hit me hard when I moved away
I was always looking for the right thing to say
but now I’m back and I’m here to stay
and I’m back-in-percolation with Mr. Coffee
my cup runneth over for Mr. Coffee
And there’s no mister here but the coffee
Yeah
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FIVE MISSING ONE
02:46
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Guiding horses with able hands
Through valleys and table lands
Another night by the fire
With the freedom we desire
We’re five but we’re missing one
Ride together under moon and sun
We had a friend who wouldn’t run
We’re five but we’re missing one
We thought it was all for fun
And in a moment…gone
A day I won’t forget
But a lifetime to regret
We’re five but we’re missing one
Ride together under moon and sun
We had a friend who wouldn’t run
We’re five but we’re missing one
He knew the risk, he took the chance
And gave us his last dance
So we drink to the family we found
And to the one that’s not around
And we ride on
We’re five but we’re missing one
We ride until the ridin’s done
We had a friend who wouldn’t run
We’re five but we’re missing one
We’re five but we’re missing one
We ride until the ridin’s done
We had a friend who wouldn’t run
We’re five but we’re missing, yeah, we’re missing
We’re five but we’re missing one
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JERICHO'S CALL
03:15
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JERICHO'S CALL
(by John Benner, Jr.)
A gentle call was Jericho
Compared to the atomic flame
As Fat Man and Little Boy go -
As scientist and general dare
Compared to the atomic flame
Politicians' words spook more herds
As scientist and general dare
To make of our world potsherds.
Politician's words spook more herds -
A gentle call was Jericho
To make of our world potsherds
As Fat Man and Little Boy go.
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The moon above is bowing low
Through the cedars, the soft winds blow
For you, my child
The stars, they shine with a heav'nly light
Angel voices sing goodnight
And they praise your name
Sing praises to you, the boy king
Hush now, baby
Sleep, little one
In the morning they'll come to kneel at your throne
But tonight you're my own
My love, my only son
That I were wise and dutiful
I'd know why I'm given so beautiful
A gift as this
I have no feathers for your bed
No golden crown to lay on your head
But my hands are strong
And my love is as deep as the sea
Hush now, baby
Sleep, little one
In the morning they'll come to kneel at your throne
But tonight you're my own
My love, my only son
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(WORDS & MUSIC BY IRON MAIDEN)
You take my life, but I'll take yours too
You fire your musket, but I run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand, there's no turning back
The bugle sounds, the charge begins
But on this battlefield, no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath
As I plunge on into certain death,
Oh, oh
The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near, yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day
Oh, oh
We get so close, near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear, I draw my parting groan
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"If you're looking for acoustic gothic-folk-Americana kissed with gorgeous harmonies then look no further." -Americana
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NYC-based Bobtown's four full-length CDs show their evolution from mostly a capella arrangements to full instrumentation, with bits of folk, Americana, pop, bluegrass, rock, and gospel all bound together by a continuous thread of innovative vocal harmonies.
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