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That’s Why I Love to See You Cry (Lyrics)
Listen, please don’t call me anymore, don’t send me notes
Don’t give me flowers, It’s not going to work between us
I don’t know why you can’t seem to understand that
You don’t own me, nobody does
I have the right to see who I want, be where I want…
I got your message, loud and clear
So easy for you to forget, the last three years
You play the game, you play it oh so well
Had me exquisitely trapped, underneath your spell
And that’s why…that’s why…that’s why I love to see you cry
You said you loved me, a thousand times
Was loving you too much, such a terrible crime
You used me up, then tossed me out
Never had a second thought, not a single doubt
And that’s why…that’s why…that’s why I love to see you cry
I ran over your cat, saw her crossing the street, put the pedal down hard
And after that, roto-tilled all the flowers in your front yard
Your favorite tree is no longer there
And by the way it was me, who stole your underwear
You changed your number, it’s unlisted now
I’d love to see you again, but I’m not allowed
Been serving eighteen months, in the county jail
Heard you sold our story to the press, every sordid detail
And that’s why…that’s why…That’s why I Love to see you cry
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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She's a Lunatic
04:05
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She’s a Lunatic (Lyrics)
Different hair color, for every season
Wild mood swings, for no reason
Sometimes she’s up, sometimes she’s down
Knows every therapist in this whole town
She loves me, she hates me
And tries so hard to irritate me
Better watch out, she’s a lunatic
She won’t make love, for thirty days
Then she’ll want it, ten different ways
Drives too fast, flirts with danger
Wants to have sex with a total stranger
She loves me, she hates me
And tries so hard to irritate me
Better watch out, she’s a lunatic
Come home from work, she is gone
Out reading tarot cards, all night long
She claims she’s psychic, I think she’s crazy
Her crystal ball has gone completely hazy
She plays with matches, she plays with dolls
Eighteen personalities and I love them all
I love her hair, I love her bare
I love her polka dot underwear
I love her eyes, her sad goodbyes
I even love her when she tells me lies
I love her laugh, I love her tears
I love her twisted, neurotic fears
I love her touch, I love her smell
I’d love her in heave, or down in hell
I’m a lunatic, I’m a lunatic, I’m a lunatic…
Different hair color, for every season
Wild mood swings, for no reason
Sometimes she’s up, sometimes she’s down
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Master Hunter
05:07
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Master Hunter (Lyrics)
I check the sight on my new night scope
Twelve hours in the bush, never give up hope
Out of the murky water, rises a beautiful head
Only need one shot, to kill the beast dead
I’m the master hunter of the universe
It’s mine for the kill, cause I saw it first
I’m the master hunter of the universe
Just can’t seem to quench my bloody thirst
It’s not quite dead, must be losing my touch
Boy it sure is a big one, better measure the tusk
We’ll pose for photographs, better they pack it in ice
Working up an appetite, bet it’s tasty with rice
I’m the master hunter of the universe
It’s mine for the kill, cause I saw it first
I’m the master hunter of the universe
Just can’t seem to quench my bloody thirst
Used to be in the army, that is where I learned to kill
Now I throw parties, give all my friends a thrill
As they see the prey, mounted on my wall
Every animal, every species, you can count them all
Turn on the spotlight, we’ll have a ball
I’m the master hunter and I want them all
Next stop the north pole, going to bag me an elf
Last entry on my wall of shame, right before myself
Don’t believe in reincarnation, just one shot at this world
Hope and pray I guessed it right, or I might come back as a squirrel
I’m the master hunter of the universe
It’s mine for the kill, cause I saw it first
I’m the master hunter of the universe
Just can’t seem to quench my bloody thirst
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Party in a Black Brassiere (Lyrics)
The wink of her eye, the thrust of her hips
The look of desire, from her pouting lips
She’s the queen of tease, and everybody knows
From the cut of her hair, to the absence of clothes
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Heather
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Heather
She doesn’t smoke, she doesn’t even drink
So beautiful, she doesn’t have to think
Walks into the bar, watch the temperature rise
Get ready to laugh, get ready to cry
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Heather
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Heather
She’s checks her makeup, teases her hair
All the guys around have that hungry stare
We always want, want we can never have
All the guys want Heather, all the guys want Heather
All the guys want Heather…with a leather strap
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Heather
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Heather
She’s a party in a black brassiere, and we call her Mother
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Tune in Tomorrow
06:17
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Tune in Tomorrow (Lyrics)
We share our secrets, with the talk show hosts
Real life stories, who can shock the most
Let’s get naked, let’s stage a fight
Tell the sordid details, all the stuff we like
Can we talk, can we talk,
Can we talk, everybody talk
Tune in, tune in tomorrow
Can’t wait, can’t wait to see
Tune in, tune in tomorrow
See what’s on, what’s on TV
Let’s go on a diet, let’s all lose some weight
Then we’ll gain it all back, watch us clean our plate
Skinheads & strippers, it’s a drag queen heaven
Being raped by aliens, at the 7-11.
Can we talk, can we talk,
Can we talk, everybody talk
Tune in, tune in tomorrow
Can’t wait, can’t wait to see
Tune in, tune in tomorrow
See what’s on, what’s on TV
Jay & Jonny, Joan & Jenny, Phil & David & Dr. Ruth
Oprah & Larry, Montel & Barbara, Geraldo & Rolanda, too
Let’s not forget, oh we better not forget
How could we forget, Regis & Kathie Lee
Chippendales have feelings, underneath the beef
Transsexual dwarfs, please take a seat
So this is America, It’s what we talk about
And all this so called talk, is wearing me out
Can we talk, can we talk,
Can we talk, everybody talk
Tune in, tune in tomorrow
Can’t wait, can’t wait to see
Tune in, tune in tomorrow
See what’s on, what’s on TV
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Cafe Girl
06:15
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Café Girl (Lyrics)
The sun comes up, way too soon
She opens the curtains, it’s almost noon
No need to shower, perfume will do
Yesterday’s clothes, kitchen sink shampoo
She rushes out the door, the sky is grey
Doc Martens hit the pavement, on the way to Ed’s Café
She’s a café girl, a café girl
She’s a café girl, a café girl
She’s an ultra-modern java-junkie bonafide café girl
A doublé espresso, her daily order
Mile high cheesecake, and a glass of water
She reads the paper, and free magazines
Dabbles in her journal, the usual routine
A smattering of French, and some Espanol
Wears a leather jacket her ex-boyfriend stole
She’s a café girl, a café girl
She’s a café girl, a café girl
She’s an ultra-modern java-junkie bonafide café girl
She reads Henry Miller, and William Burroughs, too
Worships Dostoyevski, and loves Lao Tzu
She’s not a slacker, she pays the freight
A degree in art, from SF State
Alternative religion, politically left
Part-time vegetarian and deep in debt
She thinks she’s got it together, but I think it’s a lie
Cause all she really wants, is a café guy
She’s a café girl, a café girl
She’s a café girl, a café girl
She’s an ultra-modern java-junkie bonafide café girl
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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The Drainers
04:08
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The Drainers (Lyrics)
I can’t go home, cause they’ll be waiting there for me
Can’t talk on the phone, cause they’ll be listening for free
Everywhere I go, they follow me around
Everywhere I go, they’re always trying to bring me down
They’re the drainers, draining the life right out of me
The drainers, get them away
Get them away, please get them away from me
They talk too slow, critically boring me to death
They stand too close, taunting me with their awful breath
Everywhere I go, they follow me around
Everywhere I go, they’re always trying to bring me down
They’re the drainers, draining the life right out of me
The drainers, get them away
Get them away, please get them away from me
Everybody knows one, maybe even you’re one
Maybe they’re related, wish they were sedated
They stare at me, desperately wanting to be my friend
Slowly killing me, complaining and whining until the bitter end
Everywhere I go, they follow me around
Everywhere I go, they’re always trying to drag me down
They’re the drainers, draining the life right out of me
The drainers, get them away
Get them away, please get them away from me
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Lap Dancing
04:23
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Lap Dancing (Lyrics)
Got me a girlfriend, she works at a club
Her name is Suzie
She works for free, but she makes tips
When she’s not too choosey
She works for men, they feel her up
She doesn’t seems to mind
It costs five bucks, to get a ride
They call it the grind
Land of the free, home of lap dancing
Land of the free, home of lap dancing
The theatre is dark, the smoke is thick
Nobody says hello
Up on the stage, without a stitch
Swimming in green jello
The featured act, is trying hard
While Suzie works the room
Treat her right, she’ll sit with you
And shoot you to the moon
Land of the free, home of lap dancing
Land of the free, home of lap dancing
I always come, at 10 o’clock
I have a reservation
And there she is, black on white
Never a deviation
She’s famous for, her magic touch
The secret is the friction
She learned it at, a tender age
Another childhood victim
Land of the free, home of lap dancing
Land of the free, home of lap dancing
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Guns & Speed
04:09
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Guns & Speed (Lyrics)
Charlie doesn’t have any wars to fight no more
So he spreads his impressive armada across the hotel floor
Cousin Ray Don’t remember, doesn’t have a clue
He smiles a toothless smile and says
I wanna party with YOU
Gun s & Speed & Heavy Conversation
Willie would sooner cut you, than show you a smile
You can tell from his numerous scars it hadn’t been a while
Dan’s been in prison, for longer than most
Killed his brother with a hammer, or so he boasts
Gun s & Speed & Heavy Conversation
Everybody rises, as he enters the room
Pure bred military, right down to the boots
Steve’s a little scrawny, barely five feet tall
But there’s no doubt about it
He’s the scariest of them all
Gun s & Speed & Heavy Conversation
Gun s & Speed & Heavy Conversation
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Look Who's Crying Now
04:48
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Look Who’s Crying Now (Lyrics)
I have sinned said Reverend Jim, the devil made me do those things
I wasn’t really jerking off, just giving the girl a blessing
Dan White was a victim, he didn’t mean to kill those men
The Twinkies made him do it, so he should be forgiven
Oh…no…Look who’s crying now
Oh…no…Look who’s crying now
Marion Barry smoked some crack, and everybody saw him
He claimed the bitch had set him up, now he’s been reelected
Jim and tammy raked it in, buying their way to heaven
Now Tammy’s kneeling for someone else, while Jimbo’s doing seven
Oh…no…Look who’s crying now
Oh…no…Look who’s crying now
Tanya was a skating champ, part of a great tradition
But then she decided to hedge her bet, by crippling the competition
OJ lived a fantasy, his family was quite stunning
Airports, football, LAPD, seems OJ’s always running
Oh…no…Look who’s crying now
Oh…no…Look who’s crying now
Lyrics by Gordon Webb
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Sunday Finest
04:02
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My Favorite Affliction
02:28
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Ashes of Gordo Santa Clara, California
GORDO was formed in the SF Bay Area in the mid-1990s when songwriting buddies Gordon Webb and Jon Michelsen joined forces with local guitar legend Ron Stanley to record demos for gordo’s recently penned lyrics. With NY bassist Rob Westover and session drummer Ricky Carter in tow, the quintet recorded the alt-rock classic GORDO – "My Favorite Affliction" and have now been reborn as Ashes of Gordo. ... more
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