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Daydrinkin'
04:52
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Daydrinkin'
I've been told it's wise to wait til dusk
To put a cold cocktail to one's lip
Yeah I been sold a lotta lies my love
Been given many a poison cup to sip
Now I feel old - it's like you wore me out!
I once was bold - you tore my soul with doubt
So now I know it's better not to wait
It's good to get a start on feelin' great
Before it gets too late
So I"m
Daydrinkin'
And thinkin' about you
Daydrinkin'
A glass in my hand
I start with white wine in the morning
By noon I'm takin' shots with the band
When I switch to hard liquor
I like that Juniper Gin
By night time I've nearly forgotten
The thrill of the smell of your voice
And the sound of your....skin
So I knock myself out another evening
Oblivion's better than pain
But when the sun hits my eyes
It's the darkest surprise
To find you runnin' 'round my mind again
So I start
Daydrinkin'
Some rum in my coffee
Daydrinkin'
Sippin' beer from the can
I take a cab down to Decatur
Where the bartenders all understand
about dat
Daydrinkin'
I give out my number
Daydrunk
To any ole man
Night time I get a strange message
From some guy who says he wants one final goodbye
Before he boards his flight......
to Japan
So I knock myself out another evening
Oblivion's better than pain
But when the sun hits my eyes
It's the darkest surprise
To find you runnin' 'round my mind again
So I knock myself out another evening
Oblivion's better than pain
But when the sun hits my eyes
It's the darkest surprise
To find you runnin' 'round my mind again
So I start daydrinkin'
to stop thinkin' about you
Daydrinkin' 'til I run out of ice
Knock on the door of a neighbour
To see if he's got "Something Cool"
Maybe lend me some sugar
Or maybe some spice
Daydrinkin'
To stop think about you
Daydrinkin'
'Til I'm daydrunk enough to run you
'Til I'm daydrunk enough to spin you
'Til I'm daydrunk enough to run you
Right out of my brain
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2. |
Louisiana Mail
03:16
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Louisiana Mail
Waiting for a letter
Louisiana Mail
To make me feel better
You know that I miss you a lot
Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot stick it in my slot
Louisiana Mail
Slower than a snail
Peel a stamp and lick it
I'll tell you where to stick it
You know that I love you a lot
Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot stick it in my slot
Louisiana Male
Ya aint no transgender
Sometimes wish that you was a gender bender
But you never put on a frock
Baby you a real male man
So deliver!
Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot stick it in my slot
Pinin', hopin'
Crazy thoughts like termites swarming
Sinkin' underwater
While the skies above are storming
Huntin' Fishin'
Hide as thick as alligator
Never call me back
I should decline to see you later
Louisiana Male
Lousiana male
Are you just a faker?
I been such a giver
And you been such a taker
This is some fine kinda mess
Guess I'm gonna change my address
So you can never
Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot stick it in my slot
Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot stick it in my slot
Stick it in my slot, stick it in my slot
Stick it in my slot
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3. |
The Best Gift Ever
05:52
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I thought our love
Was all wrapped up
Tied with a bow
Sealed in a box
But when I dared
To really look inside
There was nothing there
Just empty and bare
All the shiny paper
In the world
Couldn’t cover up
The truth about our love
That you were being warmed
By other fires
That I was sitting ‘neath
A different tree
The game of let’s pretend
Didn’t end with Santa Claus
So this Christmas
Let’s just set each other free
That’s the best gift
You could ever give to me
You have been so good
And so have I
At decorating
And dressing up
At hanging pretty tinsel on a lie
But this Christmas Eve
Let’s skip the make believe
They say each snowy crystal is unique
No two alike
One of a kind
So when you find the one
You’re meant to catch
It’s clearer than the brightest
Winter sky
It’s only right you know
To let the wrong one go
So this Christmas
Let’s let go of you and I
That’s the best gift
No need to even cry
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Diana Rosalind New Orleans, Louisiana
After being discovered by Bobby McFerrin as a young vocal improviser in San Francisco, I spent some years writing and performing with ensembles that remain important in the history of Bay Area arts, then did time tangling with the music biz in LA & NYC, followed by a decade in Europe, recording all the while, before coming "home" to NOLA. This is a partial musical record of that journey. ... more
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