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Sugar Sweet
04:20
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Sugar Sweet
© 1990 Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing BMI
Oh Sugar Sweet, Come into my candy store,
I”ll show you what for, I’m gonna give you a treat
Oh Sugar Sweet
What would your mama say, if you came out to play,
If she said no would you still come any way
Oh Sugar Sweet
I’m gonna cover you with candy kisses
Squeeze ‘ya, never leave ‘ya alone
You can be my sugar baby, wouldn’t that be sweet
Rolling around like red hots, ‘til we can’t stand the heat,
Hey…
Oh Sugar Sweet,
You look good enough, look good enough,
I said baby, you look, good enough to eat,
Yeah I’m gonna eat ‘ya huh
Ah come on, sugar sweet
What would your mama say, if you came out to play
If she said no, would you still come anyway
Oh sugar sweet
I’m gonna cover you with candy kisses
Squeeze ya, never leave ya alone
You can be my sugar baby, wouldn’t that be sweet
Rolling around like red hots, ‘til we cant stand the heat, Hey…
Pass the sugar honey….
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Out Of Darkness Slowly
03:46
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Out of Darkness Slowly
© 2015 Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing BMI, John Nikolai, John Nikolai Publishing, BMI
I wondered where you’d been, I was getting kind of worried
Look what the cat dragged in, back to the shadows you scurried
Out of darkness slowly, come into the light
Out of darkness slowly, it’s been a long nightmarish night
You stepped onto a train, it was departing Union Station
Your feet sank into sacred ground
Tomb of a crossed out Tongva Nation
Out of darkness slowly, the dark and light collide
Out of darkness slowly, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride
Hold on, Hold on, Hold on, Hold On
Morning comes too soon, in blinding daylight bright and brutal
And you’re still howling at the moon, but clinging to the night is futile
Out of darkness slowly, eyes adjusting to the light
Out of darkness slowly, maybe it’s gonna be allright
Out of darkness slowly, high time to face the dawn
Out of darkness slowly, before your light is gone
Before your light is gone. Before your light is gone
Hold On Hold On
Before your light is gone.
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Cod'ine
03:57
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Cod'ine ©1964 Buffy Sainte Marie
I've got a craving in my belly, got a shaking in my head
I feel like I'm dying, Lord I wish I was dead
If I live 'til tomorrow, that'll be a long time
But I'll reel and I'll fall and I'll rise on Cod'ine
And it's real, yes it's real,
One more time.
Well when I was a young girl, I learned not to care
About whiskey and from it, I often did swear
My mother and my father said whiskey's a curse
But the fate of their baby, is a million times worse
And it's real, yes it's real,
One more time.
Stay away from the pool halls, and the taverns uptown
Stay away from the man pushing Cod'ine around
Stay away from the stores where the remedy you'll find
For better your pain, than be caught on Cod'ine
And it's real, yes it's real,
One more time.
You'll forget you're a woman, you'll forget about men
Try it one time, and you'll try it again
You'll forget about life, you'll forget about time
And you'll spend all your days as a slave to Cod'ine
And it's real, and it's real, and it's real, yes it's real,
And it's real, (Yes it's real) And it's real (Yes it's real)
And it's real, Yes it's real.
And it's real, (Yes it's real) Yes it's real (Yes it's real)
And it's real, Yes it's real.
And it's real, and it's real
One more time.
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4. |
Daydream Walking
05:43
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Daydream Walking © 2013
Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing BMI. Ric Taylor, Space Canoe Publishing, ASCAP
I step out into the dawn, troubles are long gone
I've got my daydream walking with me
I've laid down my heavy load, unraveled my twisted road
I've got my daydream walking with me
I've got my soul, I've got my soul
It brings eternal comfort to me
I have but one desire, to stoke this wildfire
I've got my daydream walking with me
I’m leaving the past behind, wide open to all I find
I've got my day dream walking with me
Out here where the wind blows free, guardian of all I see
I've got my daydream walking with me
I've got my soul, I've got my soul
It brings eternal comfort to me
I have but one desire, to stoke this wildfire
I've got my daydream walking with me
I sense your presence near, you keep my pathway clear
You are my daydream walking with me
You beckon me through the dark
Your beacon ignites my spark
You are my daydream walking with me
You’re in my soul, You’re in my soul
You bring eternal comfort to me
I have but one desire, to stoke this wildfire
You are my daydream walking
my daydream walking
I've got my daydream walking with me.
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Baby's On Fire
03:55
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Baby's on fire,
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing,
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby's on fire,
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos,
Oh the plot is so bewitching
Rescuers row row,
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow,
Lend some assistance to the object
Photographers snip snap,
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience,
Is necessary for her learning
If you'll be my flotsam,
You could be half the man you used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what Baby's been reduced to..
Juanita and Juan,
Very clever with maracas
Making their fortunes,
Selling second-hand tobaccos
Juan dances at Chico's,
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays,
And pockets all that he's collected
But Baby's on fire,
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperature's rising,
But any idiot could see that.
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6. |
If I Was Free
03:57
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IF I WAS FREE
©2008 Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing, BMI. Ric Taylor, Space Canoe Music, ASCAP.
If I was free,
Would I be standing here today,
Or would I just blow away,
Nothing left to hold me down,
If I was free,
Would life lay heavy down on me,
The way it does most every day,
Such a sorry price to pay
I wanna run,
Back to my old home when I was young,
Some rope a plank, a tall oak tree,
Bare feet, upside down, the breeze,
If I was free, free
A dreamer can lose, his grip and float away
And if I go too far –will you call me back again?
If I was free,
I would rise up on the dawn,
I could let bygones be gone,
Walk through any open door,
If I was free,
I could face a world that frightens me,
And I wouldn’t look away,
When my heart just had to break
A dreamer can lose, his grip and float away
And if I go too far –will you call me back again?
If I was free
Would you keep the porch light on for me,
When I’m out wandering alone
Would you welcome me back home?
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Get That Saddle Off My Back
©1989 Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing, BMI. Dave Evans, BMI.
They braid my tail put feathers in my hat,
A jeweled saddle sits upon my back
I prance around the ring and you know,
That I’ll do anything, for the show
Oh the fame, oh the luxury, all the applause,
Isn’t what its cracked up to be
You see the metal on my tongue drives me insane
But the show must go on, so I hide the pain
They crack the whip to keep my ass in line
But the ringing in my ears, says freedom must be mine, all mine
All the plans, all the schemes, all of the dreams
Get that saddle off my back, I ain’t never coming back
I said get that saddle off my back I ain’t never coming back, NO!
Somewhere on the plain, something’s calling my name
Somewhere on the plain, someone’s calling my name
I bolted off that boxcar now I’m free
My head up to the stars and I whinny
I run for miles through the barren land
A bucking bronco I will make my stand
Oh what a night, oh it’s not a dream, oh what a scream
Get that saddle off my back, I ain’t never coming back
I said get that saddle off my back I ain’t never coming back,
I said get that saddle off my back, I ain’t never coming back
I said get that saddle off my back
Cause I, ain’t, ever, coming, back.
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8. |
My Baby Go Diving
03:16
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MY BABY GO DIVING
© 2016 Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing, BMI. Ric Taylor, Space Canoe Music, ASCAP.
My baby go diving, down the sea, when you’re done diving, dive into me
Early in the morning, crack of dawn, I wake up, you be gone
You work all day, bringing in the bread, for relaxation, don’t go club med
My baby go diving, down the sea, when you’re done diving, dive into me
Dive into the sheets, dive under the bed,
When you’re done diving, don’t lose your head
My baby go diving, down the sea, when you’re done diving, dive into me
High tide low tide, we don’t even care,
Half fish half human we can’t breath the air and we don’t even care
We can’t breathe the air, and we don’t even care
We can’t breathe the air, and we don’t even care
Giant clam, seahorse too, 23 squid don’t, 23 squid do
One giant eye, to hypnotize, tentacles, ‘tween my thighs
My baby go diving, down the sea, when you’re done diving, dive into me
There’s radiation down the sea, WTFUKUSHIMA, irradiate me
We’ll glow forever, light up the sea WTFUKUSHIMA, irradiate me
Irradiate, illuminate, can’t concentrate, don’t be late
Our nuclear date, starts at 8, rocket 88 rocket 88
Rocket 88
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Morning Comes, No Warning
© 2012 Fur Dixon, Fur Dixon Publishing, BMI
Morning comes, no warning
Drifting softly on foamy sea
When my mind had created
A terrible tempest to swallow me
I was so frightened,
Sinking down ever more
Creatures of the deep inviting me
To follow them to Davy’s door
Gone, gone, little darling
Swept away, to distant shore
Little bird who sings so sweetly
Never to hear her anymore
Will I breathe again?
Will this be the wreck of me?
Golden treasure locked forever
At the bottom of the sea
I will rise again.
From the sandy bottom floor,
With your loving hand to guide me,
I am free once more,
with your loving hand to guide me,
I am free once more.
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10. |
Safari Road
03:52
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Safari Road
© 1987 Steve Bidrowski, DenMex Music, BMI
Sleeping all day, staying up at night,
Driven to the limit, we’re on the move again,
We’re rolling it fast, we’re straying to the edge,
Just another moment ‘til our last cigarette,
Searching for my soul, my heart is on fire,
I’m too young to stop, my mind is getting wild,
Nowhere left to go but Safari Road
Adventures of this life, will never fade away,
Danger lies ahead but we’re never turning back,
Hide and seek a game, we often used to play,
Aint it funny how things, always seem to change,
Searching for my soul, my heart is on fire,
I’m too young to stop, my mind is getting wild,
Nowhere left to go but Safari Road,
Nowhere left to go, but Safari Road,
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FUR DIXON Los Angeles, California
Former bands:
Los Whirlybirds
The Hollywood Hillbillys
The Cramps
The Dixons
Blowup
Fur Dixon & Steve Werner
And now presenting: WTFUKUSHIMA!!
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