Scratch-Lyrics

ALLIGATOR BAR BLUES

written by Sean Gottschalk

Sean Gottschalk Vocals, Acoustic Guitars
Boyd Maddocks Harmonica
David Parkin Electric Guitars

What makes candy grow
Plant my spaggetti tree
I like to trip away

I like to spend my time in Mexico
With the old blues men
In the aligator bar
At the old crossroads
Over the boarder
From the USA
And the sherrifs daughter
He’s a hard core blues man
Was drinking at the show
I did’nt think much about the girl in the 2nd row
But she came on hard, she came on fast
And before i knew it
I’d been fucked like a whore
By a first class Texas sherrifs daughter
And now i’m down south, over the boarder
In the aligator bar
By the old croossroads
Where the old blues men do the tale of the tell
Of a sweet young bride, a pastors daughter
A girls so pure well who would,ve thought
A sweet sherrifs bride would have fucked them all night
And now the young do the tale about the daughter
Theres a hard core blues bar over the boarder
You can take my car, but not my guitar
And you better run far from the aligator bar
And the old crossroads in old Mexico
Where i spend my time doing the tale of the tell

What makes candy grow
Plant my spaggetti tree
I like to trip away

DREAM PART 7

written by Sean Gottschalk

Sean Gottschalk Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitars
David Parkin Electric Guitars

I’m just a boy that did done bad
And i went and gone made Billy Bob mad
You see Billy B is after me
And i been told i wont grow old
I went and stole old Billy Bobs pot
And he told her i’m gunna be shot
The empty safe, the greedy hands
The poor boys in the guitars band

They play tic toc everybody rock
This bars open around the clock
Now the pots for free and the girls are from heaven
I call my bar dream part 7

Now Billy Bob he don’t talk
He don’t talk what he don’t walk
And i’ve been told i made him frown
God dam poor boy rock and roll clown
I saw a piece of pie, the hand of luck
A blonde that likes to suck and fuck
The empty till, the motorway
Another home town gig to play

Singing tic toc everbody rock
This bars open around the clock
The pots for free
The girls are from heaven
I call my bar dream part 7

I been foot to the metal
And pedal to the floor
Hunted like a dog, wanted by the law
And Billy B he loves his pot
And i sure like to steal alot
She been egging me on
Rubbing my leg
Telling me how she gave good head
It was 20 to 1
And one for a dime
And she burnt down my bed just fine

Singing tic toc everbody rock
The pots for free and the girls are from heaven
I call my bar dream part 7

CATCH 22

written by Sean Gottschalk

Sean Gottschalk Vocals, Acoustic Guitars
David Parkin Electric Guitars
Boyd Maddocks Harmonicas

Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No cadallac, big mac, greenback, quaterback
The ripped off lumberjacks will never get the trees back
Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No old score, new war, hells door, gods law
You aint my brother if you bleed my heart
Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No Isreal,Iraq,Syria,Jordan
You dont throw a punch and i wont punch you
Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No this time, that time, his words, her words,
All the words say is that will be the last time
And its peace to the world

Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No television, movies ,talk shows, radios
Spreading there hate cause it dont cost much
Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No tribal, ethnic old blood, pure blood
Trouble with blood is it runs bloody red
Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
For a political,an analitcal,a hypothetcal,
Because it aint no game
Peace to the world
No she aint got a gun
No columbine, carbine, his child, her child, your kid , my kid
Dont have a gun
And its peace to the world

DIRTY WATER BLUES

written by Sean Gottscahlk

Sean Gottscahlk Vocals , Acoustic Guitar
Boyd Maddocks Harmonica
David Parkin Electric Guitar

She kind of new in town
Gotta finger dialing around
She’s kind of heavy metal with a sixties sound
Das bet ist varm
She’s platt duesch

Hummel hummel Morse morse
Been rhyming in the mariners verse
Hummel hummel morse morse
Been drinking the dirty waters

Reeperbaum,underground,St Paulie,been around ?
Not much, of course
She work the doller in hand
So come round for her candy man
Becouse she got the fun
So you betta run like,
Like the dirty water

Hummel hummel morse morse
Been rhyming in the mariners verse
Hummel hummel morse morse
Been drinking the dirty waters

She dig the jib of your jibe
Goes fumph sex seiben acht niensig
Euro through the night with her
Thank fuck for a platt deush girl

Hummel hummel morse morse
Been rhyming in the mariners verse
Hummel hummel morse morse
Been drinking the dirty waters

JUNKYARD DOGS

written by Sean Gottschalk

Sean Gottschalk Vocals,Acoustic and Electric Guitars
David Parkin Electric Guitar

He came from Brooklyn
He could wear a suit
He does deals in Jersey
She come from the darkside
Sail in on a song
She said i am in the fleash
And you are Vinnie Van Go
And i dont wont to think of you because i dream you all the time

She said come on inside we’re going on a slow ride
Sinking in the underground shooting up a suicide
Machine gun mainline CIA
Junkyard dogs gunna bite my pain away

I name my ship money
But i wont sell my sister
And i think pretty highly of you
And i got a tale to tell
Tribel city hearbeat knocking at the door
Pop another valium coming off a speedball
Alice to a hit when she was just a kid
Govenment dealers got pockets so big

They say we got another body for a black body bag
End of the line for a girl named toe tag
Machine gun mainline CIA
Junkyard dogs gunna bite my pain away

I drive me a pontiac
And i got wheels that burn
And i got me an idea
You come closer and i’ll come near
Cats on fire on a hot tin roof
I aint been blind since i found me proof
Flying through the altitudes
Falling to the land
You know you just got deatlt
By a black card white hand

But this is not a cats tail, cats tale, cats tail
This aint the story of Vinnie Van Go
Machine gun mainline CIA
Junkyard dogs gunna bite my pain away

EYE OF THE CITY

written by Sean Gottschalk

Sean Gottschalk Vocals,Acoustic Guitar
David Parkin Electric Guitars

Top end, downtown money and drugs
Violence sex and the theater of love
Take me to the place where your dreams hide away
Shield me from the darkness in the games that you play

In the eyes of the city turn our madness to dust
Driving in our car as its turning to rust

Dancing on your roads to the end of the line
Reaching for the key at the back of your mind
Somewhere in an ally hear a cat start to scream
Living in the shadows isnt all that it seems

In the eyes of the city turn our madness to dust
Driving in our cars as its turning to rust

In the stars of the vision theres a fire that burns
Through the smog of our skys and petrolium yearns
The smoke stars to rise from the memories ablaze
Feeling like a rat thats trapped in a maze

In the eyes of the city turn our madness to dust
Driving in our cars as its turning to rust

REQUIEM

written by Sean Gottschalk

Sean Gottscahlk Vocals, Acoustic Guitars
David Parkin Electric guitar

A tale to tell why Cain slew Cain
If i was me i have done the same
The man feels pain
And hard core rain
There aint no fuck in feeling shame

You cant kill love
You cant kill love without smack
Its good to see you
Welcome back

Hard core pain soft like rain
Velvet touch, its gone fade away
The girls so vain
That main streets closed
Its washed away, washed away

You cant kill love
You cant kill love without smack
Its good to see you
Welcome back

Roll away, little rock hey
Rocks by night, blues by day
You shoot at the moon
Theres nothing to say
And nothing to do
But fall away

You cant kill love
You cant kill love without smack
Its good to see you
Welcome back

GINGERS JUMP

written by Sean Gottscahlk

Sean Gottscahlk Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Boyd Maddocks Harmonica
David Parkin Electric Guitar

In Melbourne town tonight shes gunna drink the bar girl dry
The woman shed a taer for the girl who couldn’t cry
She work in the union bar soth down by the docks
She been loved and left so much they call her goldy locks

Well she dance like Ginger Rodgers
But she looks like Fred Astair
She dance like Ginger Rodgers
But she looks like fred astair

Anger in the bottle, thats been weeping for the vine
Another night another bar another time unkind
She been broken hearted dancing to the sounds of love
Lightning blots and thunder from the heavens up above

Well she looks like Ginger Rodgers
But she looks like Fred Astair
She looks like Ginger Rodgers
But she looks like Fred Astair

When she was just a teenage girl the boys they made her smile
And one of them he caught her eye and they kicked on for awhile
Night by night they start to fight and now she sings the blues
A bar girl in a place like this got nothing left to loose

She dance like Ginger Rodgers
But She looks like Fred Astair
She dance like Gingers Rodgers
But she looks like Fred Astair

7000 YEARS FROM HOME

writen by Sean Gottscahlk

Sean Gottscahlk Vocals
David Parkin Acoustic and Electric Guitar

I got me a time to tell
I was the guy who didnt see nothing
And i’d been playing bars
She come from the end of times

Friday is the morning
And the weeping called to prayer
But i am in the bar
Smoking an apple
And ive been drinking whiskey

We turned on a TV
I got black for white
And i saw my friends
At the end of the world
Passing the time

Its 2.30 in the arvo
We should hit the road
There aint no taxis sunset
Cause Giza’s such a long ride
And the petrols such a hassel

Weeping more the river
Carved more the stone
And i aint seen such a smile
In 7000 years
As she rises from the bar

Time tells time
And the darkness kissed the land
Confusion at the road blocks
There aint no easy entry
You got to come in with an army

Last seat on an empty bus
Another 14 men with shotguns
They say the sub machines are just factorys
They say bullets well they are just side arms
They tell you shooting from the heart

Stone to stone
And the rainbows light the night
I got a laser For the morning
And im aiming for the dawn
It was 11,59

Sunrise in her eyes
She burnt the moon
The sands of the deset
The dust in her hair
She been running wild
Yeah she been running wild
Yeah she been running wild

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