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Damp Collar
03:49
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Damp Collar – Kurt Chaboyer
Fly him to the corner and drop him off,
check him into the nearest southbound stream.
Forget you met the man before you,
take his momentum, he don’t need it more.
Old men peeping through holes in the hoarding,
watching like porn for retirees.
Wish I had built this of steel and lumber,
the ink runs now with the words and numbers.
Man walking around a parking lot,
scratching to feel for what he forgot,
holding a name on his tongue,
wishes her warm until this deed is done.
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2. |
Bottle on the Beach
03:46
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Bottle on the Beach - Kurt Chaboyer
If push comes to shove, I’ll defend ya,
handcuffs, stress-tested, perp walks, I’m your man.
I don’t wish I hadn’t a-let you make me wanna befriend ya,
but I’m gonna get a chill, if they make me remember.
I gave you my love, I’ll defend ya.
Bottle out of the reach of my hand,
beach-banged by the waves, battered by Otis and Stan.
If you see a squid on a stretcher,
better hope that Suzie come to fetcha, the Yakuza out to get ya.
Hold my soul, or my soul’s a-gonna freeze.
Bottle on the beach, bottle in the sand,
If push comes to shove, I'm your man.
You asked for my love, my love I lent ya,
With no terms or conditions, of my own volition, I did so.
When you handed me the keys to the hacienda,
looking pleased to help, I was happy to lend ya.
You asked for my love and you spent it on a shovel for a hole.
Bottle, empty, beach, sand,
beach-banged by the waves, flattered by a well-dressed man.
If you thought you were better,
better hope that Suzie come to fetcha, the Yakuza out to get ya.
Hold my soul, or my soul’s gonna freeze.
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3. |
Summer in Reykjavik
04:11
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Summer in Reykjavik - Kurt Chaboyer
She's doin' her best to deny
that she made this promise.
Outside it's cold and mean, it's cold and honest.
You can see, see how she cups her tea.
Now her face is burnin'
and her lips are blue,
you still tend the fire and all that it portends,
she's back in touch with friends.
Now how you gonna get by?
While you got fuel, boy, you better fly.
Now how you gonna get by?
While you got fuel, boy, you better fly.
She rises with the sun,
but it won't be comin' down,
not till you turn around -
she's getting used to it.
It's summer in Reykjavik.
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Nothin' to Tie Us Together - Kurt Chaboyer
Sitting here with you, don’t know what to do:
how we got here is beyond me.
I don’t know your family, don’t know your friends:
we got nothin' to tie us together.
Thinking how shall I proceed?
Fighting back the urge to flee.
Thinking why’s it up to me?
Why I always gotta lead?
Out on the steppes there runs the gazelle,
sits the hyena who don’t run so well.
In the street I follow another slow walker,
on my way to listen to another slow talker.
Thinking how shall I proceed?
I’m always fighting back the urge to flee.
Why’s it up to me?
Why I always gotta take the lead?
I know that so far I’m wrong,
but I’m not finished thinking.
I always find my way,
just need a string of unbroken days.
You all like books on a shelf,
all in line, all by yourself.
Hey man, I trust you’re doing well,
but listen, me, I just need less work,
I just need a little more time,
I ain’t ready yet:
I’m fine.
Last thing I remember, I was just back from work,
sittin' on the chesterfield eatin’ alone.
Suddenly, I got up and I changed my shirt,
thoroughly disgusted by my home sweet home.
Thinking how shall I proceed?
I’m always fighting back the urge to flee.
But you got nothin’ to hold over me,
I got nothin on you.
Thinking shall
we
fight,
flee?
Why
me?
I guess I’m gonna have to
take the lead.
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5. |
Big Buckets of Mercy
03:19
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Big Buckets of Mercy – Kurt Chaboyer
Have mercy, babe, and keep me strong.
Have mercy, baby, have mercy.
Show me some mercy, babe, when I do wrong.
Have mercy, have mercy.
If you have mercy on me, and I have mercy on you.
We’ll walk hand in hand to heaven,
No tellin’ what we might do. Have mercy!
Have mercy on me, and I’ll have mercy on you.
Have mercy, babe, all night long.
Have mercy, babe, have mercy.
Big hands of mercy, babe,
hands of King Kong.
Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy.
If you have mercy on me, and I have mercy on you,
we’ll walk hand in hand to heaven,
no tellin’ what we can do.
Have mercy!
Have mercy on me, and I’ll have mercy on you.
Have mercy, babe, I ain’t such a bad fella.
Have mercy, babe, have mercy.
Big buckets of mercy, babe,
like Nelson Mandela.
Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy!
If you have mercy on me, and I have mercy on you.
We’ll walk hand in hand to heaven,
No tellin’ what we might do.
Have mercy!
Have mercy on me, and I’ll have mercy on you.
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6. |
Let Me Rewrite It
02:45
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Let Me Rewrite It - Kurt Chaboyer
Before you trip the plug, may I transmit some love to my baby?
Yeah, she’s out there in the forest,
and I’m in here unable to be her big ol’ tree.
Would you believe this lug was once somebody’s
lovin’ lipstick-covered kissin’ post?
Hard as a fact, hollow as a memory.
Let me rewrite it, won’t you?
Let me rewrite it won’t you?
Let me rewrite it, won’t you, I felt the hand of the sun.
Ooh, bop-a-lula, ooh, bop shawala, now I know I wanna.
Let me rewrite it, won’t you?
Quiet on the set, let’s get the stand-in on the bed, I know I’m ready.
Why not just leave Marcello with Sophia in the trailer,
they’ve had a sweet, sweet life.
Yeah, sit there in your slip, and when you hear the bullets rip, hold steady.
Guns a-blazin’ it’s the sun like the FBI.
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7. |
Won't You?
03:24
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Won't You?
Oh man, before you drop the book,
may I transmit some love to my baby?
Back when I got up, got to work,
and ripped the wings off lesser things got in the way.
Arrivin’ late, makin’ mistakes,
knowin’ the sun come with no warning,
up over the mountains with a yippee-kay-yay yay.
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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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