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Double Crossed
04:27
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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
03:21
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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
04:10
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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
03:59
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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
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By Bob Dylan
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Not This Time
03:32
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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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12. |
The Singer in My Mind
03:49
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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
03:57
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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 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
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