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Chancer (She's a)
03:21
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Chancer
c. '17 Vlayman
Just took a glance at her
Wanna drink a glass of her
Wanna get the pants off her
My love for her is a cancer
She's such a dancer
Tiny little prancer
I'm so much handsomer than she deserves, but
My love for her is cancer
I'm a romancer
I wanna romance her
She's a chancer
Just took a glance at her
Tiny little dancer
I wanna get the pants offa her
My love for her, y'know, is a cancer
I'm a romancer, I wanna romance her 3xq
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A Ridiculous Man
04:09
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Ridiculous Man
c. '17 Vlayman
This is an American story
And me, I don't wanna tell no lie
I ain't lookin' for no kinda glory
I just wanna get high
Alho' I do all I can
It's true I have no real plan
Nothin' I say ever really scans
I'm a ridiculous man
There comes a time in every man's life
When he thinks he needs to procreate
So he gets him a girl or a wife
And finds it's better than masturbatin'
So there ya have it, what is my story
It's kinda sad but might even be true
And if ya know all there is about me
What's the next thing ya wanna do?
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The Clown Car
04:13
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The Clown Car
c. '17 Vlayman
There ain't no laughin' allowed
(There ain't no laughin' in here)
You mebbe think this is a tough crowd
It's me you gotta fear
CH:
Pile into the clown car
Do what I say
Pile into the clown car
We're gonna take it to far far (away)
I'm glad you got those blackened eyes
(It makes me happy yer nose is red)
All the best clowns know how to cry
Then they laugh until they're dead
CH
solo
(honk-honk)
Ch: 1/2 time
solo
CH
There ain't no laughin' allowed
(There ain't no laughin' in here)
You mebbe think this is a tough crowd
I wanna drink yer tears
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4. |
There He Goes
04:16
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There He Goes
c. '17 Vlayman
Well, I have a story
A story to tell
It's about a man
Well on his way to hell
And he won't be long, no
Cuz he won't be wronged, o-oh
There he goes now
There he goes
There he goes now
Woah Woh
There he goes now
There he goes
Goin' down
He's got a story
He tells it well
Over whiskey and water
How he's going to hell
And he won't be long, no
Cuz he won't be wronged, o-oh
CH
Solo
And he won't be long, no
Cuz he won't be wronged, o-oh
There he goes now
There he goes
There he goes now
Woah Woh
There he goes now
There he goes
Goin' down
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5. |
Crazy Ways
03:01
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Crazy Ways
c. '17 Vlayman
Don't know what color yer hair is baby
cuz I ain't seen you today
I know the color changes all the time baby
and I like yer crazy ways
Don't know if you'll come dressed as a woman
wearin' the dress of a little girl
Sometimes you show up dressed as a dude
With your hair in curls and a necklace of pearls
Don't know what color your eyes are baby
cuz you never remove yer shades
Wake up in the monrnin' all lazy
And yer ray-bans is on tho' you just got laid
and I like yer crazy ways
solo
Ahh baby please listen
to I say
Ahh baby please listen
to I saa-ay
I like yer crazy ways
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6. |
Anything Today
04:06
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Anything Today
c. '17 Vlayman
I hear you you talk-talk-talkin'
Just jabberin' in my ear
Oh yeah, yer balk-balk-balkin'
'bout all the things you fear
I gotsa be walk-walk-walkin'
Get the hell outta here
I don't know how I feel about all the things you say
I don't know how I feel about anything today
I see you run-run-runnin'
Tryna get in my way
You just keep cum-cum-cummin'
No matter what I say
Now I'm-a gonna be gun-gun-gunnin'
'Cuz I gotsa get paid
I don't know how I feel about doin' things their way
I don't know how I feel about anything today
I feel you close, close, close
And then you get real still
I'm gonna post-post-post
Right up in your grill
You gonn a be toast, toast, toast as I
Move in for the kill
I don't know how I feel about all the things you say
I don't know how I feel about anything today
I don't know how I feel about doin' things their way
I don't know how I feel about anything today
I don't know how I feel about all the things you said
I don't know how I feel about makin' you dead
I don't know how I feel about takin' yer life away
I don't know how I feel about anything today
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7. |
Let It All Out
04:30
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Let It All Out
c. '17 Vlayman
I look you in the eye and I see everything I wanna see,
I look you in the eye and and I see your love lookin' back at me,
I taste your lips and I know I'm gettin' close to heaven,
I taste your hips and I know things can only keep gettin' better,
Let it all out
Let it all come down
I touch your hair and I hafta keep running my fingers through it
I touch your hair and it's exactly where I was sure I knew it
Let it all out
Let it all come down
Solo
Ch
I get the scent of you and I know how need
I get the scent of you and I know that you can bleed
I hear you saying things that you think are true as can be
I hear you saying all kindsa things mean nothing to me
I look you in the eye
I taste your lips
I look you in the eye
I taste your hips
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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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Vlayman recommends:
Great compilation of mostly Aussie artists (I think); I'm onnit as Vlayman, The Friday Project or The Hungry Drunx after January, '09.
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Las Lagrimas
by The Hungry Drunx
I'm onnit, too.
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The Rhythm of the City
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Classic roots rock with Memphis grit and swagger from singer-songwriter John Paul Keith, on Wild Honey Records.
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I Want The Door To Open
by Lala Lala
On her latest record, Lillie West considers the way the self is constructed.
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Impossible Colors Club: Collages "Secret Oath" b/w Red's Garden "Incommunicado"
by Impossible Colors
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 12, 2016
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In the aftermath of the 2014 breakup of his much-loved Smith Westerns band, Omori readies a slick debut solo LP for the mighty Sub Pop.
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