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with all good intentions
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a friend once told me i never return calls, which is true, and this song is a result of that fact.
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the original semi-mutant, quasi-guerrilla new orleans pop combo... muggy music and words askew, with a hey-na-nonny and a ha-cha-cha!
4 or five guys looking for liquor, love and laughs. . . then writing songs about it. Each brought together in new orleans by hook and by crook, to play a moody, muddy, almost moist music. They have a rhythm that smolders like a slow landfill fire, with words askew and music muggy. Playing high and low, using whatever is left over from the night before, they tear into their sounds, (which are somewhat found), with an emotional ferocity few have mastered! Come hear for yourself, that witty and charming band about town...
Song Info
Genre
Rock Rock General
Charts
#10,424 in subgenre Peak #40
Charts
Peak #401
Author
m. a. sample
Rights
2005 wreckreation media group
Uploaded
April 12, 2008
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 3:40
Story behind the song
recorded in the wreckroom and employing everything but the kitchen sink, oh yeah, that's in there too, somewhere...
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i was gonna write you this song, but the music didn't fit and the words were too long. and then the dog took the tape, now it's buried in the yard and i won't find it 'til spring . . . but that's ok, i had nothing to say. i meant to call on the phone but mom dropped in with dinner a'la yesterday. she stayed to tell me the news about my uncle sonny-jim and how i'm headed his way.. . but you wouldn't know 'cos i never call. i was gonna write you this song, i meant to call on the phone. i'm gonna buy you some flowers, take you out on the town, come by your house just to hang around i'll make you promises long, i'll make you promises deep, i'll make you promises hard, i'll make you promises that i know i can't keep. i was gonna come your house with fresh-cut flowers and a bottle of wine. i ran into an old friend and to make up for lost time, we drank all the wine. but you wouldn't know 'cos i never call . . . but that's ok . . .
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