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On the Water (Bread)
c. '13 Vlayman; derranged by Grankspoine
Standin' on the corner, with my shit in my hand
Tryna figger how I'm gonna, make my way across this land
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Ridin' in a Cadillac, a phony-ass SUV
Thumbed my way to Chicago, passin' thru St. Louie
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Don't wanna lose my bread on the water
and end up dead
Jane she's got a pistol, she chased me on my way
With her patchouli and crystals, I knew I hadda call it a day
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Drums: Dunnery
Bass: JacoFretless-Brick-dx160XT
LdVoc: MD421n-Altec1589b(pad)-ProVLA2
BV's: EVre19-Altec1589b(pad)-ProVLA2
WoodTambo-MXL144-Altec1589b(pad)-ProVLA2
Gtrs,Sax,Keys: Grankspoine
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Bro'
03:26
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Bro'
c. '13 Vlayman
Spittin' on the one hand and suckin' on the other
I figger that you prob'ly know my brother
And how he gets mean 3x
Never nice or even inbetween
Kickin' with one foot because the other's broken
It ain't a sign of things to come, it's just a token
Of how he gets mean 3x
Never nice or even inbetween
Sittin' on one cheek cause you can't on the other
I figger that is cause you prob'ly know my brother
Carryin' one hand wrapped in solid plaster
Meetin' up with him was just yer latest disaster
You know how he gets mean
You know now he gets mean
You know how he gets mean
Never nice or even inbetween
Lookin' out one eye as you hide beneath the covers
I'm pretty damn certain that you met my brother
You know how he gets mean
You know now he gets mean
You know how he gets mean
Never nice or even inbetween
You know how he gets mean
You know now he gets mean
You know how he gets mean
Never nice or even inbetween
Drums: nettage
Bass: P-Brick-dbx160XT
LdVoc: EVnd257A-Eureka-ProVLA2
BV's: SM58-Eureka-ProVLA2
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All These Women
c. '13 Vlayman
Sue St. Marie was a sailor's daughter
Born off the coast of Gethsamane
She had some lambs she love but led them to the slaughter
And then she started in on me
Claire LaCroix was the daughter of a tailor
She only wore the finest crinoline
Lace and ribbons were on the outside
Leather and silk within
CH: All these women are like breath to me
All these women will be death ... to me
Iris de Mornay was married to a soldier
He was always off fighting in the great wars
She waited for him something like a cuppla hours
Then she came askin' me for more
Madeline never had a last name
Everybody knew her as just plain old Madeline
Madeline worked behind the red light
In my favorite house of sin
Drums: nettage (GRA)
Bass: Alvz-1176-dbx160XT
Vox, keys, guitars: Gtrankspoine
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Loverless Man
03:57
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Loverless Man
c. '13 Vlayman
I took my muse for a walk
Me and her we needed to talk
I thought had a lot to to say
Some glitches and bitches to try and get straight
It didn't work out too well
She told me to go straight to hell
It didn't work out as I planned
Now I'm a museless man
I called my protege on the phone
I told her that its time to come home
I asked her if she had somethin' to say
She witched and she bitched she hung up right away
It didn't work out too well
She told me to go straight to hell
It didn't work out as I planned
Now I'm a studentless man
I told my lover to gimme some space
I gave no reason and I gave no grace
I simply told her not expect any more
And then I showed her straight to the door
It didn't work out too well
She told me to go straight to hell
It didn't work out as I planned
Now I'm a loverless man
Drums: Buitraker
Bass: JacoFtrls-Brick-dbx160XT
LdVoc: Luna-Eureka-ProVLA2
BV's: EV RE10-Eureka-ProVLA2
RthmGtrs: G&Lf100-MMhd130-2x12(digiverb)-E609-ISA1_room-
MXL144-Eureka-ARTproVLA2
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3 O'Clock
03:34
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3 O'Clock
c. '13 Vlayman
2:00 in the mornin', is the time I go to bed
3:00 in the mornin', is when you begin to mess with my head
mess with my head
CH: 3:00 in the mornin', you come to me
3:00 in the mornin', is the only time I ever see you
(anymore)
By 4:00 in the mornin', baby you is gone
By 4:00 in the mornin', the only thing I hear is that old wind blowin'
CH 2x:
3:00 in the mornin', you come to me
3:00 in the mornin', is the only time I ever see you
anymore
4:00 in the mornin' is the time that arise
4:00 in the mornin' and I pretend I wanna get up before the sunrise
Drums: Nettage
Bass:Alvz-1176-dbx160XT
LdVoc: ADKa51V-Eureka-RNC
BV's: MD511-Eureka-RNC
RthmGtrs: G&Lf100-Trademark10-MD511-ISA1
LdGtr: G&Lf100-Mrshl-AKGd5-ISA1
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Go Figger
c. '13 Geronimo Cowboys
(Music by Mark Cline, Lyrics by Vlayman)
Well I seen yer tear-filled eye-eye-eyes in the mirror
You was standin' behi-hi-hind me, full of fear
Well I know ya meant it, baby
But I just can't figger
what it was that made you wanna
pull the t-t-trigger
Well I know ya meant it, baby
But I just can't figger
I just can't figger you out
Well I heard ya si-i-igh just before ya shot me
And I know ya cried as ya got me
Well I seen yer tear-filled eye-eye-eyes in the mirror
Standin' behind me, full of fear
CH
Oh baby, I asked why'd ya do it
You said, with that sexy little catch in yer voice
Ain't nothin' to it
Well I know ya meant it
But I just can't figger
what it was that made you wanna
pull the t-t-trigger
Well I know ya meant it
But I just can't figger
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Sometimes a Man
c. '13 Geronimo Cowboys
(Music by Mark Cline; Lyrics by Vlayman)
I didn't mean to be mean to you,
I didn't mean to be anything less than true,
I'm sorry baby if I caused you any pain,
And I promise here and now I won't ever do it again,
Sometimes a man brings about his own bad luck,
Sometimes a man - fucks up
I didn't mean to be out of line,
I didn't mean to be comitting no crime,
I didn't mean to steal your love away,
I'm sorry, baby
-
I'm so sorry
-
I'm sorry, baby
-
I'm so sorry
I never thought you'd take me so serious,
And I never meant to be such a pain in the ass,
I didn't know that you could be
Everything that I'd ever need
Sometimes a man brings about his own bad luck,
Sometimes a man - fucks up
I didn't mean to be mean to you,
I didn't mean to be anything less than true,
I'm sorry baby if I caused you any pain,
And I promise here and now I won't ever do it again,
Sometimes a man brings about his own bad luck,
Sometimes a man - fucks up
Drums&Gtrs: Mark Cline
Bass: P-Brick-dbx160XT
Vox: BlueSpark-Eureka
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8. |
The Back-Up
03:14
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The Back-Up
c. '13 Vlayman
When you took me on it was to be your back-up
You want me to keep you from having to back up
You wanted muscle for the tussles
I was yer back-up
Now you want me to be a ass-kisser
Ain't it a pisser?
I'm just a ass-kicker
I took the position, and I admit I didn't listen
When you told me I might get some credit racked up
This ain't sedition only my long-held tradition
I only ever wanted to be a back-up
Now you want me to be a ass-kisser
Ain't it a pisser?
I'm just a ass-kicker
Now you want me to be a ass-kisser
All I gotta say is, ain't it a pisser?
I'm just a ass-kicker
I don' carry no weapon but I still like the fight
I don't mind you talkin' in the back-room all nite
I'll stand and read all the posters that they tacked up
I only ever wanted to be a back-up
Now you want me to be a ass-kisser
Ain't it a pisser?
I'm just a ass-kicker
Drums: Mark RB
Bass: HnhrHdls-Brick-dbx160XT
Vox: ADKa51V-Summit-ProVLA2
RthmGtrs: MIJstrat-Elektar-BluBall-ISA1_room=Summit-ProVLA2
LdGtr: Paul-Marshall-BluBall-ISA1_room=Summit-ProVLA2
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Wrong (You Would Be)
04:07
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Wrong (You Would Be)
You think you know everything about me
You think you comprehend it all, I see
You thing you have everything down
You would be wrong.
You preen and you posture as you walk by
You seem to believe that I'm about to cry
You think that you can write my song
You would be wrong.
You tell all your friends what they don't wanna know
You mouth gets a-going and it goes and it goes
You think you can keep goin' on and on
You would be wrong.
Drums: nettage
Bass: JacoFrtless(DODch)-Brick-dbx160XT
RthmGtrs: KramerAlum(DODcmp-DGverb-Shrt)-MMhd130-2x12-E609-Brickdbx-160XT
LdVoc: MD421n-Brick-dbx160XT-RNC
BV's: SM63L--Brick-dbx160XT-RNC
LdGtrs: MIJstrat-Marshall(Rt66)-Brick-dbx160XT
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10. |
Daddy Rock
03:46
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Daddy Rock
c. '13 Vayman
And I couldn't be more lost if you dropped me off a mountain
Somewhere in the wild west in the woods above a placid lake
And I wouldn't be more lost if you left me inna fountain, drunk and
passed out and with a chain locked on my leg
You know it ain't just all talk
Some daddy's do know how to rock
And I couldn't be more lost if you had tried to tell me, that you really
love me and you didn't mean to leave
And I wouldn't be more lost if you shot me in a rocket, out to outter
space and way past Saturn's rings
And I couldn't be more lost if I awoke in your arms, with a head full
of gin and not a stitch to wear
And I wouldn't be more lost if I realized that you were dead, and I
had a gun in one hand and the other wrapped in your hair
Drums: BFTZ
Bass: Alvz-dbx160XT-dbx163X
LdVoc: KSM27-Summit-VLA2
BV's: BlueSpark-Summit-VLA2
RthmGtr: F100-HD130-2x12(Rcktron)-AKGd790-ISA1_BlueSpark-
Summit-VLA2
LdGt: F100-HD130-2x12(FullTn-Barber-DigiVrb)-AKGd790-
ISA1_BlueSpark-Summit-VLA2
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On the Water (Bread)
c. '13 Vlayman; derranged by Grankspoine
Standin' on the corner, with my shit in my hand
Tryna figger how I'm gonna, make my way across this land
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Ridin' in a Cadillac, a phony-ass SUV
Thumbed my way to Chicago, passin' thru St. Louie
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Don't wanna lose my bread on the water
and end up dead
Jane she's got a pistol, she chased me on my way
With her patchouli and crystals, I knew I hadda call it a day
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Don't wanna throw my bread on the water
and end up dead
Drums: Dunnery
Bass: JacoFretless-Brick-dx160XT
LdVoc: MD421n-Altec1589b(pad)-ProVLA2
BV's: EVre19-Altec1589b(pad)-ProVLA2
WoodTambo-MXL144-Altec1589b(pad)-ProVLA2
Gtrs: G&Lf100-Marshall-Sure545-ISA1_MXL144-Altec1589b(pad)ProVLA2
Tele-MMhd130-2x12-Sgure545-ISA1_MXL144-Altec1589b(pad)ProVLA2.wav
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Vlayman Chicago, Illinois
Fat, bald and old - could I be anymo' rock-n-roll?
I play guitar, bass, some keys and percussion, and I try to
vocalize. I write and record, and I do so obsessively. Also, I like martoonies, a lot, and I raise my kids, whom I also like, a lot.
Look for me at the TapeOp and TalkBass forums, where I'm vvv, or in various bars in the Loop.
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