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The Witch
06:59
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I was rowing through a swamp
Trying to fight my way through a squall
When I was cast upon a log
Flipped over, now my pirogue is gone
That fog was setting hard
The mosquitoes led a chorus of frogs
My hands were going numb
And my feet froze in a soft bed of mud
Then a hand broke through the fog
From towards the bank
I’m beholden to the witch’s hand
‘Cause she tastes so divine
I’ll never sleep again
‘Cause she opened my eyes
Now the reapers on the lake again
Through the fog he’d arrive
I’m talking to the trees again
In them I confide
She buried me beneath these trees
She buried me beneath the Cypress trees
I woke up in a hole
Filled with alligator teeth
And old baby bones
I shook the leaches off
Saw the shadows approach from the dark
They raised my body up
Then the witch began
A dance that silenced the dark
Them incantations rose
With a slither of her tongue
Her eyes drew me close
She buried me beneath these trees
She buried me beneath the Cypress Trees
As I reached for her hand
I clenched to a plume of smoke
Them rats in my head,
They ate all those holes I know
Was she really there?
Was I just alone all along?
Tell a desperate man, into the unknown, carry on
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Mr. Officer
03:29
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There’s a girl at my window
She’s writing down all my sins
Oh what a lovely girl to sing to
So here’s where my tale begins
Hey wait a minute Mr. Officer
Boy I really thought
The little girl was 18
But if we could just try
To be straight here
I bet you might say the same thing
Oh what a lovely girl to sing to
But a horrible girl to kiss
Hey wait a minute Mr. Officer
Boy I really went and did it this time
Oh the clenching of thighs
Said maybe
But the look in her eyes
Screamed please
Oh what a lovely girl to sing to
But a horrible girl to kiss
She said,
Boy you drive me crazy
I just want to have your baby
Oh girl don’t make a scene
I only want to love you boy
Girl you’re not even 18
Oh what a lovely girl to sing to
No, she’s not even 18
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3. |
Hold On
05:43
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Wished upon a star
And still you’ve run aground,
Hold on, just a little longer
When the tides pulling you away
In a bad dream
Hold on just a little longer
Thought you’d be the one
To turn this ship around
Hold on, just a little longer
When the tides pulling you away
In a bad dream
Hold on, just a little longer
You know I love this pain
But now baby it’s your turn
You know I’d love to stay
But I’d rather see you burn
We go hand in hand
Getting drunk by the river
Three heads are dragging us behind them
We go hand in hand getting baptized
Moonlight is dancing in the shadows
Oh you know I love this pain
But now baby it’s your turn
Oh you know I’d love to stay
But I’d rather see you burn
So much to hold, so much to praise
You know it doesn’t matter anyway,
Where did you buy your things
Girl we’ve got so much to hold,
So much to praise
You know it doesn’t matter anyway,
Where did you buy your things
As I stand on the edge of this life
Man its something to behold
When this land buries me in dust,
I will return to my home
Won’t you soften up them blows baby 2x
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4. |
Losing My Cool
04:47
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I’m writing from home
Do you enjoy all of that Georgia wind?
I’ve heard all the news
I heard you misplaced your love again.
I’ve heard all of your fables
And I’d love to see you
Wear that crown again
I’m right outside a window
That I’d love for you to come to
Oh’ you think you’re so fair
Oh, yeah you think you’re so fair
I’m right where you left me
Healing my wounds again
I’m stuck here alone
It’s so hot out in New Orleans
I’ve been losing my cool
And this heart’s made of stone
Baby I’ve been missing you
Best believe darling I’m coming home
I’ve got nowhere to go
With this heart made of stone
Baby I’ve been missing you
Best believe, Best believe I’m coming home
Well I know I should stop
But it looks like it’s time for a remedy
I’ve been losing my cool
And this heart’s turned to stone
Baby I’ve been missing you
Best believe darling I’m coming home
I’ve got nowhere to go
With this heart made of stone
Baby I’ve been missing you
Best believe
Best believe I’m coming home
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I may not be that Knight in shining armor
That your daddy hoped for
But brother ain’t no body gonna love her like I do
I know you’re worried I’m a narcissistic, inconsiderate asshole
But don’t worry baby
‘Cause this heart belongs to you
Don’t write me off so soon
‘Cause Bitch I wrote this song for you
But I don’t mind pouring you a bath
’Til all the hot water’s gone
Just want to rub your feet babe
And sing your favorite songs
I love to make you laugh
’til you pee your pants
All I want to do babe is just to be your man
I know I’m dancing too close
But I ain’t feeling these hoes
They don’t radiate like you
But you’re gonna hate me by the end of tonight
Don’t write me off so soon
Cause bitch I wrote this song for you
What your daddy doesn’t know
Is that I hold all them doors
And I’m holding on to holding on to you
And girl he raised you up so well
That in my eyes you could do anything
At one o’clock and I’ll be over it by two
But you’re gonna hate me by the end of tonight
Don’t write me off so soon
‘Cause bitch I wrote this song for you
Ain’t nobody quite like you
They don’t even come close
All the fucked up things you do
Got me runnin’ them roads
Girl you’re crazy like your daddy
And you’re fine like your momma
Baby I’m growing tired of running after you
And girl you made me look so bad
But in my eyes I’ve done nothing wrong
But spend my life calling out your name
But you’re gonna hate me by the end of tonight
When we get drunk and fight
I don’t mean to say them hurtful things to you
All alone, extending out your hands
For another man to come and dance with you
You best get ready baby, ‘cause I’m coming
Don’t write me off so soon
Bitch I’ll turn him black and blue
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6. |
Renegade
05:48
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Sons sit down and look me straight
And listen close to what daddy’s sayin
I’m your guide to this human plane
I’ll carry you with me, I’ll keep you safe
I said son don’t ever change
But don’t dare, don’t you stay the same
Don’t let your pride feed the fires of rage
Know when to fight, when to walk away
Respect your momma, protect her son
Because no one loves you like she has done
Mind your anger and guard your tongue
Because the devil’s kiss is a wicked one
Boys don’t you be afraid
Face your life like a renegade
Love your brother don’t cause no pain
And dare to be a renegade
Guard your mind keep the wolves away
But you’re not a heathen if you don’t pray
They say hate resides in the laps of fools
Keep your temper, don’t lose your coo
Son one day you’ll have bills to pay
But don’t surrender, don’t play it safe
They’ll sell you pills to keep you enslaved,
But boy touch the plant
And you’ll meet the cage
Boys don’t you be afraid
Face your life like a renegade
Love your brother don’t cause no pain
And dare to be renegade
There will come a time when I’m not around
Boys keep me close in your hearts somehow
Listen close to the words I saw
Because your daddy’s just trying to keep you safe
Don’t waste your time on a thing to prove
Just love yourself boy they’ll love you too
Jealousy is a venom son
Like trying to drink from a viper’s tongue
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Them Ol' Ghosts New Orleans, Louisiana
Them Ol’ Ghosts are a Southern Soul Alternative Rock band from New Orleans, La.
Their sound is an eclectic mix as
diverse as the city they call home. Raw and sincere; Them Ol’ Ghosts first effort, Renegade, is an album driven by Haunting Vocals, driving guitar melodies and a powerhouse of a rythym section. Combined with deeply relatable lyrical content, their sound is a bold breath of fresh air.
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