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One unknown singer songwriter, a top studio rhythm section (Booker T and the MGs, the Meters), some heavy hitter session guitarists (Larry Carlton, Jeff Beck, G
Take one unknown singer songwriter, add a top studio rhythm section (Booker T and the MGs, the Meters, the Funk Brothers), some heavy hitter session guitarists (Larry Carlton, Jeff Beck, Graham Coxon) and electronica savvy producers (Chris Walla, Ben Watt, Brian Eno) and you have Dance Music for Grownups, the new album from Washington DC's Ram Sadasiv.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #432
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Ram Sadasiv
Rights
2006
Uploaded
January 21, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 5.9 MB • 128 kbps • 6:27
Lyrics
Butt-crack of dawn The dog comes along Four Runner guns, headlights turn on And then we're gone Path through the trees Then rocks and the beach Waves roll in below a secant of sun. Just me and my board The wind's from the north And my troubles are left behind on the shore. Back in Candyland. Beds are all made The toys are displayed Refrigerator is stocked, back door is locked And I'm on my way Drive 95 Down Old Route 1 Day's just begun but I've been working towards this for months. Just me and my boys We'll make plenty of noise And we'll pick up right back Where we had to leave off before Back in Candyland. Hearing’s not until noon An hour to spare Try to prepare for the questions and glares It will be done soon. Don't start a fight We both know what's right And if there's any anger let it flow Over you just like a wave Washington Square Been here before When making nothing out of something was the way that I filled up my days. Back in Candyland.. “Hey Johnny D. What’s going on? Still riding your board? Ain’t seen you around” He wipes his nose on his sleeve. “I moved up north. Mile from the beach. It’s got A four foot break I got it all to myself.” “Dude, that’s sweet. You know I’ve got a board you should see. This one is a classic. You ought to buy it from me.” Back in Candyland. “D., You got some to share? What about cash? Front me a grand. This board is so sweet.” “Just a C. Split a bag you and me I’ll take you uptown to this guy. He’s got the best.” And as I pull out some cash To pay off the past The arbitrator stares at me On his way. Back to Candyland. And as I sit Wonder how this could be Lost control of my fate; my hopes and my dreams All out of my hands. Yeah, it went bad. Yeah, I got mad. So I’ll try this again in another six months time. Alone on my deck in a clammy grey fog Far away waves make me want a fix oh so bad. Through the sliding glass doors where the toys are displayed There is a thin box of hope Marked Candyland.
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