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Funky bass line that heals the wounds of a young man caught in the middle.
rock acoustic garage gothic
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A one man side show of moody acoustic rock. Dan Hoffman plays live drums on the most recent release "Before we pass.." 2011.
Fur Parlor is an acoustic based project thats warm on the outside yet frigid from within. Mumbling thoughts escaping through melody and moodswings, violence and grace, salty and sweet...pleasure and pain. Wrap up for a journey into the morgue of my mind.
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Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #181
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Matt Hitt
Rights
2007
Uploaded
June 03, 2007
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MP3 5.3 MB • 128 kbps • 5:44
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ESTROGEN Small town on a hippie trail…smoking dope to intake the bleak confinement Still a virgin but not for very long… Sunrise in the afternoon orange juice distastes from blood’s consignment Two lips on a bottle of something wrong… Photographs of a picket fence… were burned along with accusations Short skirts wont spread the witch’s brew… Congregate on the steps of madness…posture-pedic still drunk with practice Rosemary’s little baby gonna crawl right through… Now raise your arms and say…Im a lady…no matter what folks might say And Ill give it away… Yes Im crazy...and I might offend you today But Im not in the way… She’s deep as oceans and black as seas And Im drifting away… Precious lady…the daughter of make believe Don’t give it away… College class is a drag to fail…but money well spent wont kill the subject On a mission to exceed what books don’t tell… Celebrate, don’t salivate…expect success, but don’t concentrate on- Little boys in blue jeans cheap motel… And the gangs all here… Im a lady…no matter what folks might say And Ill give it away… Yes Im crazy...and I might offend you today But Im not in the way… She’s deep as oceans and black as seas And Im drifting away… Precious lady…the daughter of make believe Don’t give it away… This smile makes a movie star…these dreams have voiced their own opinions Black-balled by the blood between your thighs… Ice packs on temple’s brow…backpacks of change not yet allowed How’s a man gonna stand against these eyes? Push it down in attractive way…show a smile’s intent but don’t give it away…and… Blow a kiss to a town that’s lost its way… Marble floors of the limousine…rug burns that heal with Listerine…I was… Knee deep on a desk job yesterday… And my lipstick stayed…
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