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Double Crossed

by The Peter Kern Band

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Double-Crossed By Peter Kern The pot of gold is envy Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo Bee Double Crossed The pot of gold is envy Doo Bee Doo Bee Doo Bee Double Crossed Entrancingly seductive, double-dealer Double Crossed Here in Frisco town, two men, were found shot they had been mugged Witnessed live around the world, the assassin held a grudge Days before the deep sea roared, it grew stormy wild and tossed Visible as daylight yet murkier than mud Caring like a brother but thirsting for your blood Confliction of the balance, the smile nicely flossed Accommodating accolades, propelled at blinding pace Pumping ego masking tasks with expensive gifts just in case Contact constant assured and shrewd round the clock exhaust Take a bow now baby; show the nice people what you can do Sing some, dance some, help the scoundrel turn the screw Swinging down the lane swerve into the truck Vows of help accepted, the oyster has been shucked Reviews start pouring in regurgitation thick Clown...Clone... Low down Malicious Soily Prick Extraordinarily odorless, combustible pretty little pink grenade Pull the pin a certain way, explosives hit the hit parade Adequate though not adjustable, what doesn't bend is just gonna brake Pull the pin the other way, derangement storms the gates It don't go away...nightmares don't come with expiration dates The pot of gold is envy Doo Bee Doo Bee Double Crossed So that's the unfortunate story The price I paid was not nearly worth the cost I got tinned down in a panned alley Brevity is the soul of the wit Let's see 'em figure that one out.
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Jerk Boss Blues By Kurt Steilberger and Peter Kern I got to go to work But my boss is a jerk I spend all day Trying to keep him away You can’t do your work When your boss is such a jerk He calls and calls Cause he's thinks he has me by the balls Just leave me alone I can't get done Just leave me alone So I can go on home Do this and do that I'm tired of his crap He's just hanging around And bringing me down I do what he say But I'll get him some day I won't kiss his butt He can kiss my left nut I prayed and I prayed But now he must pay It will be much fun The day I bring my gun Cause rat a tat tat I just paid him back Now I won't get ahead But at least my boss is dead
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Jonestown Kool-Aid By Peter Kern There's chronic melancholia hanging from the trees The sooner it's removed, the better off we'll be Abundant is the harvest, the bushel empties fast Introspections uttered cannot be taken back Testicles and genitals, a bull’s eye on the crotch You don’t know who I am, but you do know who I'm not The jaws of life indentured have pity on the slave Battle scars may heal, but they never go away Manic Polar Ice Cream from a Hypertensive Freeze Lick it fast and plenty it will put your heart at ease Even keel is cool, shock absorption on the brain Anything at all that's disconnected from the pain Blunders cloud the memory of our champions once supreme Behold their lifeless carcasses then pick them bones but clean Resurrection for erections from inside the tigers paw Blonde headed insufficients now enforce the lemon law Iphone tapped out mamas, auditioning for new dads Unemployed but unannoyed yet unaffected is the fad Home front slicked up homeboys hammer slamming High School chicks Down low low down stripped-down Jonestown Kool-Aid spurting dicks Torrential rains they inundate when you’ve finally cleaned the car Then the Pale Horse greets the reaper at the crossing of the bar Much better to die upright than to live upon your knees Believe nothing that you hear and only half of what you see Darkness disrespect's us then with vengeance steals the soul Another place a better chance? Heaven only knows
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Lyrics by Don L. Lee
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She Looked Delicate As Lace By Peter Kern When "Stick Em Up" got angry He'd try to slash her face I beat the bastard silly She was delicate as lace Brought her back to my house I consoled her as she cried Lord forgive this woman for her sins Jesus shall provide I've got a lady of the house now Could be just what I need It started out with so much promise Brother let me bring you up to speed First she drank all my whiskey Then she poached my stash My credit cards supplied her habit For sex with me she wanted cash There were crack heads on my doorstep Five, six, or seven deep Bag Bride Bag Boy Bed Bugs Copping Zone discreet Every ashtray overflowing Every toilet left unflushed Soiled laundry everywhere This filled me with disgust This mission wasn't mercy My heart was in the right place When I beat that bastard silly She looked delicate as lace
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Mr. Brown My Eyes Are On Your Daughter By Peter Kern Mr. Brown my eyes are on your daughter A sexy thing like her is something rare But it's real sad; she went and blew me off Even though I gave her beer, and paid for her tattoo I'm surprised she finds me so disgusting After all your wife thinks I'm the MAN Don't be angry, that's all behind us now It was a brief affair; your wife and I are through Your daughter is sweet; she could be making loads of money Working the streets, I'm talking cold cash When she gets home tell her I've been round to see you The offer I've made has left you feeling fine These drugs I gave you, that's just a little taste There’s so much more I got, be sure she don't decline In this day and age, good jobs are hard to come by So set her straight, I'm talking cold cash Tell your pals that I've been round to see you Especially if their daughters look real fine It's good business, just look at Girls Gone Wild They might get on TV and be celebrities Mr. Brown my eyes are on your daughter Mr. Brown my eyes are on your daughter Mr. Brown my eyes are on your daughter Mr. Brown my eyes are on your daughter
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Change Isn't Always Good Lyrics by Peter Kern Music by Guy Grooves Change isn't always good, don't let it be misunderstood Living in a maze of bewilderment we didn’t know when we had it good Parent’s obligations are easy as pie, pour the filling in the crust then multiply But the children are imbeciles due to the failure of our rabbi's A perfect life is sponsored by Big Mac and a smart phone Texting sexy's a treat with very little meat plus 2 or 3 oxycodone Look back to a time we built and manufactured, had it made in the USA Took our pride for a ride we did nothing as they gave the bride away Unions disappearing, I can’t believe what I’m hearing, bottom line in blood red ink Stop paying the mortgage; retain a good lawyer be a self-made homecoming King Break The dollar isn’t worth a dime, gold and silver regained their shine Nothing I own is really mine, those that mind don’t matter, and those that matter won’t mind Scapegoat du Jour now on the world tour, changes places at a scary rate Young and tender like veal so strike a good deal for soon you'll be on the plate A bad peace is better than a good war; a good piece is better than a bad whore If dark clouds hover in the sky too long, it can't ever be like it was before "Never give a sucker an even break, a fool and his money are parted" Every price on the rise as products downsize, just shit on the sitting target Change isn't always good, don't let it be misunderstood Living in a maze of bewilderment we didn’t know when we had it good
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Vitamins & Booze Blues Part 1 By Peter Kern Getting Old graceful aging there ain't a such thing Bought and sold my sponge is dry, not a droplet left to wring Truth be told Getting old It sucks Let me say this to you baby we're not the pair we used to be Just looking at each other antiquity is sheer agony They say the years ahead are gold? Getting old need a blindfold both of us do Vitamins or booze Manilow or the blues my corpuscles they ooze from the slightest little bruise What's the use of paying dues (your whole life?) to lay around and snooze it's all been foretold getting old...hard as hell Medicine and money Every drugstore is a Biltmore in disguise Healthcare is a sham but who am I to criticize? A victim of my own system I exorcise my exercise Chasing dreams to extremes was a game I played though not that well But on the bottom of that coin you won't find that I purloined Wish I can put the damn thing on hold Getting Old
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Wanted Man 02:57
By Bob Dylan
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Not this Time By Peter Kern What else have we got? We never really talk about anything We stay alone in this hotel room Getting high and making love We're strangers... What happens when the pills and the money runs out? You told your old man to lay down and die Now you gonna say the same thing to me? So I should find myself another rich old lover? And go through this hellish scene again Not this time baby You called me a born loser What the fuck is that supposed to mean You blew my whistle loud and clear when you found me showed me off like a thoroughbred on display But I'm the horse who finished last I'm done wearing this blinding mask Not this time ...time...time...time... Not this time There were some cheap laughs at the beginning At your parties was every hustler and tramp in town Just another way for you get your kicks You thought they were exciting to be around I can tell now that you’re dead inside You can't live unless you make everything dead around ya Your the fucken loser cause' your dead inside ya spit me out just the way you spit out everything else There's no tomorrows, Not with you You better go all the way and kill me don't just try and bust me up I'll put my pieces back together then I'll come kill you so help me God NOT THIS TIME!
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Just Shy of Fifteen Years By Peter Kern Father- I lost my future when our Carrie passed away The grief is endless I can't bear it another day Please don't tell me, you know what I'm feeling Don't say it's time that I move on I've lost my faith The empty space No way that I can face the fact she's gone Mother- She was my baby, just shy of fifteen years I know you're devastated I taste the sorrow of your tears Our child shall live within us And our bond will never break But as you purposely destroy yourself Please consider what's at stake Beyond today I cannot see What God has planned for me We'll never be As we were before That only makes me need you more Father- The thought of pressing on without our little angel I just don't think that kind of life's for me Mother- If you loved your little girl Pick up the pieces of your broken world And celebrate the love that she showed us through her too few years... Both- We lost our future when our Carrie passed away The grief is endless But we bear it every day She was our baby, just shy of fifteen years We celebrate the love that she showed us through her too few years...
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Singer in My Mind Peter Kern & Stan Loh Verse 1 The sound of your voice haunts me like a melody, Oh each note entrances dreams to wild extremes, The wave of passion thunders through me so sublime The heart that beats for the singer in my mind. Chorus Your voice leaves me no choice, we have to meet, For the life I’ve known is getting obsolete, To be near you is destiny, no fairy tale, You’re the singer in my mind, my Holy Grail. Verse 2 I journey to where your voice invites a longing heart, There I sit alone and watch you play your part, Every song, every phrase every listen will remind, The first time I heard the singer in my mind. Chorus Your voice leaves me no choice, we have to meet, For the life I’ve known is getting obsolete, This new part of me I'm longing to unveil You’re the singer in my mind, my Holy Grail. Bridge You’re the singer, I’m the song, you’re the verse… Our chorus of love the most glorious sound in the universe! Instrumental - Chorus Your voice leaves me no choice, we have to meet, For the life I’ve known is sad and incomplete To be with you is destiny, no fairy tale, You’re the singer in my mind, my Holy Grail.
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The Day My Woman Died By Peter Kern I shall never forget the day that my woman died. A silver sun burned through the sky It was the hottest Sunday I could remember. I felt like the only living thing, left in this world. She was murdered in our home, all alone was I. As the only one who was there, I'd need an alibi. And I had just begun to think my story when - those detectives came to see me and I cried. I made them wait, as I tried to compose my emotions When I walked in the room, they just smiled Where had I been, what was I doing, when my sweet little woman lost her life? I knew right then, it was me they were gonna fry They twisted my story; they told me that I told them lies, But my woman know the truth, oh why did she have to die I'll clear my name, and I'll prove my story Or maybe my days all end inside this here reformatory A silver sun burned through the sky on the day my woman died

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The world's band strikes again!

Take a sip of the Jonestown Kool-Aid!

Meet The Singer In My Mind!

Has your boss jerked you around?

a classic album you'll listen to forever!

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released September 15, 2012

Special thanks to Eric Holland of DarkStar Guitars.
Custom builder of TPKB stringed instruments.

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The Peter Kern Band Tampa, Florida

The Peter Kern Band is based in Tampa Bay, Florida. They play a fusion of blues/rock/country/alternative delivered in a magical format that represents the musicians as eclectic and intelligent artists.
The Peter Kern Band is with A & R Select in Sherman Oaks, Ca. for licensing, a record deal, publishing and/or placement opportunities. They can be reached at:

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