1. |
Rabbit Song
04:55
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Run rabbit run
Run rabbit hide
Your meat tastes so good to me
Hear the church bells
Run like hell
Never gonna catch up with me
Hang by a nail
Old cotton tail
Are you getting ready to bleed?
Garlic and thyme
Needle and twine
A trap is set for a thief
Fresh beans, fresh greens
Sprouts for salad and stew
Looking to attract a wife
But all I get is you
Run rabbit run
Run rabbit hide
Your meat tastes so good, to me
Hear the church bells
Run like hell
Never gonna catch up with me
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2. |
Mumma's Boy
02:56
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Mumma’s boy knows the ladies
Got ‘em thinking he’s the man
He knows all of your answers
When he holds your hand
Mumma’s Boy he’s talking
And agrees on all accounts
Life is pretty easy
When Mumma sorts life out
I father, you mother
But boy he got the grin
And he knows he ain’t got nothing
To lose, nothing to win
It don’t cost a heartbeat for anyone to see
How life between both you and your
Mumma’s boy will be
Will the man become the boy
Or will he even stay
You said yourself the last thing
Was for you to pay the way
Please now hear me darling
For you there’s peace and joy
In a man you won’t receive it
Nor in me or Mumma’s Boy
All his life has been and will be weekends in the sun
When oh boy Mumma, the sucker for he you will become
You’re searching for something, that he can’t help you find
Don’t you think you need some calm and space to clear your mind?
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3. |
Eagle Song
03:37
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I know you want to run
I know you want to fly
With your back against the sun
Like an eagle in the sky
Oh, to be fast and free
To glide on top of the world
Jealous fool
That won’t ever be you
You are your own worst enemy
I met you once
In an Islington Pub
And you said it all comes down to love
I believe that you told me
I believe that you told me
I believe that you told me
It all comes down to love
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4. |
New Bohemians
02:47
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Home sick in Munich, can’t pay the rent
Can’t go back home under this new President
I’m still inventing a new way to live
Working it out on the bus to Berlin
Sitting beside me, a student from Spain
Schooled in re-purposing empires remains
Tell me your story, your where to begin
Making it up on the bus to Berlin
Come western refugee and see how free you’d be
Bo-peep has lost her sheep and they have come to me
To Germany, it’s hard to be
New wide-open country
High speed graffiti poet in flames
Give all you got to remain here untamed
There’s always room for the new bohemians
Picking their seats on the bus to Berlin
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It’s her first inauguration party
Gonna buy the Indiana mall
Gonna sit next to a supermodel
Kentucky Fried drive thru’s full
It’s the worst day
It’s the worst day of the year
Sycophants, rising up
It’s the worst day
It’s the worst day of the year
It’ time to say congratulation senator
Oh, my what big and terrible hands you have
All the better to feel you baby
The Great American Pussy Grab
It’s the worst day
It’s the worst day of the year
Sycophants, rising up
It’s the worst day
It’s the worst day of the year
Last dance, little ball breaker
Give him a chance, at’a girl
All he wants, is your loyalty
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6. |
Look at What You Done
01:44
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Look at what you done my dear, what you darling done
You led me to an open grave, with a loaded gun
Saw you from a mile away in a cloud of dust
Distant look upon your face, and cheeks like cheery plums
Took me up the mountain, and I saw those dizzy heights
A place to rest forever, blood bath by candlelight
Look at what you done my dear, what you darling done
You led me to an open grave, with a loaded gun
Even though the dusts kissing my poor old sorry head
You point that barrel to the sky, and stick that bayonet
Look at what you done my dear, what you darling done
You led me to an open grave, with a loaded gun
Stick me through the belly, feel that wound upon my side
That colour that your tears became when you told a lie
Look at what you done my dear, what you darling done
You led me to an open grave, with a loaded gun
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7. |
High on a Mountain
02:58
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High on the mountain, wind is blowin' free
Thinking 'bout the days that used to be
High on the mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
As I looked at the valleys down below
They were green just as far as I could see
As my memory returned, my heart did yearn
For you and the days that used to be
High on the mountain, wind is blowin' free
Thinking 'bout the days that used to be
High on the mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
Oh, I wonder if you ever think of me,
Or has time erased your memory?
As I listen to that breeze blowin’ gently through the trees
I'll always cherish what you meant to me.
High on the mountain, wind is blowing free
Thinking ‘bout the days that used to be.
High on the mountain, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
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8. |
Mosey on Down
04:20
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Mosey on down, take it my way
Leave me as you would
You got to learn to love, not to give away
Moving to Costa Rica, never gonna go back Joe
See those buildings crashing down, under feet’s of snow
Black and broken bridges sickened to the sight
Nauseous to my belly, endless easy breezy nights
Mosey on down, take it my way
Leave me as you would
You got to learn to love, not to give away
Never wanted to feel, but you made me the way I am
Scattered images, like fingerprints
Never wanted to see the real me
In tropical waters, In tropical waters, in tropical waters
Mosey on down, take it my way
Leave me as you would
You got to learn to love, not to give away
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9. |
House Carpenter
04:46
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10. |
Il Pesce Spada
03:22
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YONDER BOYS Berlin, Germany
Berlin based trio Yonder Boys David Stewart Ingleton (banjo, vocals), Jason Serious (guitar, vocals), and Tomás Peralta
(mandolin, bass, vocals) are an Americana band, who while performing on traditional folk instruments, show great depth in variety of
influences they bring to the genre. Traditional old-time sound can be
mixed with rock, latin, pop and psychedelic influences.
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