Started Out Walkin' - Live at Escogriffe, Montreal
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STARTED OUT WALKIN' - Kurt Chaboyer
I started out, yeah, I was walkin'
Turned around, yeah, nobody watchin'
Too busy laughin', too busy talkin'
I crossed the border, broke the order
What I touched turned to gold
Saw where they keep it, the dirty secret
Yeah, I broke the code.
Dropped my keys in the water
Saw 'em shinin' on the bottom.
I dropped my monkey, monkey got 'em.
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The Blue Flamingo
03:48
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THE BLUE FLAMINGO - Kurt Chaboyer
Little brothers, gather round
I got to show you this thing that I found
It comes from nature, but not
It canʼt be bought
Come on and try it on.
Out the window, at night
If you see a blue streak of light,
Youʼll know that the word is a bird.
The Blue Flamingo.
Sheʼs blue but she flies
Over night.
You’re shedding shingles
What at first may not seem right.
Like little monkeys
Playing round
They seem to like to get up off the ground.
They may hit the dirt, they seem to like to get hurt.
Oh, invincible fun.
Thumbsuckers, circling round
Want me to show them this thing that I found.
You cup it in your hand,
Your fingers understand,
Yeah, just what is afoot.
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Nadia Comaneci
03:45
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Whore No More
04:23
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Two-Headed Monster
02:58
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Two-Headed Monster - Kurt Chaboyer
Lord, get me outta guilt town
I'm carryin' a big frown, it’s too big for me,
Lord, get me outta guilt town
Oh, set me free
Every time I turn round
All I get's a let down, just lettin' on me.
I'M DOOMED TO WANDER (POOR MONSTER)
POOR WANDERIN' ME
TWO-HEADED MONSTER (THERE'S NO ROOM FOR A)
TWO-HEADED MONSTER LIKE ME.
Lord, you know I didn't meanna (ooh-ooh)
I done got the subpoena that you that you served me.
I must-a been a walkin' (ooh-ooh)
and a-talkin' in my sleep.
All I do is try to please ya (ooh-ooh)
But you're so mean.
Lord, take me to the warden (ooh-ooh)
Tell her that the boredom, y'know it's killin' me.
I must-a been a-walkin' (ooh-ooh)
and a-talkin' in my sleep.
All I do is try to please ya (ooh-ooh)
But you're so mean.
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Wait Another Day
02:42
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WAIT ANOTHER DAY - Kurt Chaboyer
I found myself out walkin'
To the high part of town
I wanna stand on a spot where I can look down.
I heard about this party
On the station radio
As my hands are cuffed, you know I can't go.
I know I saw her disembark from the plane.
Now I know I gotta wait another day.
I find myself out waitin'
Standin' in single file
All them little old ladies, I'm on their time.
I overheard Buck Naked
Laughin' with Suzie Q
He say you wanna do it, she say I do.
I know I saw her disembark from the plane.
Now I know I gotta wait another day.
I hear the warden ask me
Boy, what brought you down?
I wanna help myself to what I want now.
I know how much she likes to roll in the hay.
Now I know I gotta wait another day.
I know I saw her disembark from the plane.
Now I know I gotta wait another day.
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Fame to Claim
03:32
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FAME TO CLAIM - Kurt Chaboyer
Hot oil, hear it in the kitchen,
Sashay, Cindy through the swinging doors.
My my, how them boys are bitchin’
In some kind of language from hell
It's nasty and it's brutal but itʼs better - than workin’ the floor.
Yes, it’s her fame to claim, it’s her very own parade, and it’s mine.
Your simple life, your lips like purse strings
Why can’t you thank me for feeling alive?
You’re out to lunch, yes you’re out on me,
Thought you were right along,
But I’m sorry I did you one better:
I went and ordered some more.
It’s my fame to claim, it’s my very own parade, yes it’s all mine.
I admit, I looked up, took it down from the shelf.
You give the blame, you like it, I pin it on myself.
Say I did it, say I’m the perpetrator,
Say I tell you how, but I don’t tell you why.
Do what you do and you deal with it later,
There’s many ways to get by,
But when you live from day to day,
This way is better, than workin’ the floor.
It’s my fame to claim, it’s my very own parade, yes, it’s all mine.
I admit, I looked up, took it down from the shelf.
You give the blame, you like it, I pin it on myself.
Hey boy, there’s coke in the kitchen.
My my, looks like sex on the floor.
Hey hey, everybody’s bitching.
If there’s a knock on the door, it’s Mr. Scowl and his Little Evil Eye.
Looks like they don’t wanna play.
It’s my fame to claim, it’s my very own parade, mine all mine.
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9. |
Paper Cup
04:30
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10. |
Man Needs Cave
04:39
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Kurt Chaboyer Montreal, Québec
Montrealer Kurt Chaboyer came from Vancouver via NYC for good times and to make music.
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