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No Other Excuse
04:23
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No Other Excuse
c. '19 Vlayman
You can't blame it on yer learnin'
You can barely spell, "school"
If wasn't for the money
Everyone call you out as a fool
Bats in yer belfry
Squirrels right under yer roof
Rats in yer cupboards, baby
And you ain't got no other excuse
You can't blame it on yer workers
And you hardly have any friends
And won't none of 'em stick around anyway, son
To yer end
You can't blame it on yers boys. y'know
They're as dum as rocks
You can't blame it on yer daughter, neever
Tho' she's the one you wish hadda cock
Drums: nettage
Bass: HnrB2_Multicomp-WollyClone-BA18-PV520i-Brick-16XT
Vox: M500-Summit-VLA2
Gtrs: Tele_MeatJr.-MM-2x12"-Trion-CatPipe-PM100(pad)
RJT60-Marshall-Trion-CatPipe-PM1000(pad)_SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
Tele__SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
Keys: Reface(Vox) -TPS
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Licorice
03:41
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Licorice
c. '19 Vlayman
Put a little sugar onya and I'd go into a diabetic coma
Willie Wonka is just one man who'd a done anything to own ya
Yer whip smart and kind a stringy but it's me wrapped round yer finger
And it may be wrong but this is my song and I am the writer and singer
Well, I'll tell my story and I'll tell yours at least how they intersect
And yer momma's wroing and yer daddy's gone and I don't even think that they'd object
To me callin' out the empty calories you insist on feedin' me
And if it tastes good I know I should still just let ya be
Licorice, such a dish, fancy candy in my fist
Well my teeth are gonna rot if I leave you on top
I know I gotta regain my self control
And my pressuer's rising, to to the red horizon
But if I have another taste, I mean, who's really gonna know?
Licorice, such a dish, fancy candy in my fist
Well honey ya know I like money and I really love chocolatte
And there's so many women askin', biddin' and grabbin' but they just ain' get it
Why eat hamburger when ya can have steak is one o' the things they say is truth
But I ain' want what they cookin', cuz I got me a sweet tooth
Drums: Nettage
Bass: HnrB2_Stomp57-Brick-160XT
Vox: M500-Eureka-RNLA
Gtrs: SX Tele_LoveDEL-MM-2x12-Trion-CatPipe-PM1000(pad)
Keys: Arturia-TPS
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When I Go Out
03:50
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When I Go Out
c. '19 Vlayman
When I go out I go lookin' for
Somethin' more
Than I have at home
When I go out I don' wanna leave
Please believe me
You all alone
When I leave. it's cuz you said get out
you scream and shout
tell me to leave our home
When I go out I don' wanna leave
Please believe me
You all alone
When I go out I go
When I go out I go
When I go out I go I may not come home
At least not alone
I'll bring some friends
When I go out I go I may soon come home
But I'll not be alone
Not in the end
When I go out I go
When I go out I go
When I go out I go
Drums: JimC
Basses: HnB2_PVhotFt-BA108-PV520i-Brick-160XT
HnB2_Glove_MooerPitcht-BA108-PV520i-Brick-160XT.wav
Vox: M500-Eureka-RNLA
Gtrs: Tele-MM-2x12"-Trion-CatPipe-PM100(pad)
Tele__SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
RJT60-Marshall-Trion-CatPipe-PM1000(pad)_SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
LdGtr: RTJ60_Stomplab85-Brick-160XT
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Borrow My Heart
03:40
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Borrow My Heart (for Nathan Phillips)
c. '19 Vlayman
You're shouting curses and you'r throwing things at them
The don't want hurt ya even if you show you can never be friends
put it aside, son, suck it up
and sit
your
ass down
Borrow my heart until yours is
no longer
broken
With yer raggedy rational and your inability to see
the problem is national and now yer thinkin' of comin' at me
put those thoughts aside, son, suck it up
and sit
your
ass down
With yer MAGAt hat and yer entitled attitude
we see yer parents, son, and just how they made you, now
put it aside son, suck it up and sit
your
ass down
Drums: nettage
Bass: HnrB2-Brick-160XT_VC3Q
Vox: M500-Eureka-RNLA
Gtrs: SX Tele_MeatJr_Efilter)LoveDEL-MM-2x12-Trion-CatPipe-PM1000(pad)
RJT60-Marshall-Trion-CatPipe-PM1000(pad)_SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
HnrB2-Brick-160XT
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Window Pane
03:51
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Window Pane
c. '19 Vlayman
Lemme get goin' with the change
I don' wanna hafta ask you again
Lemme lick the dust offa yer window pane
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Lemme get goin' towards the strange
I don' wanna hafta ask you again
Lemme lick the dust offa yer window pane
Bridge solo
Let me, in outta the rain
I don' wanna hafta ask you again
Lemme lick the dust offa yer window pane
Bridge: "window pane"
Lemme know, lemme know yer name
I don' wanna hafta ask you again
Lemme lick the dust offa yer window pane
Outtro "window pane"
Drums: nettage
Basses: HnrB2_Multicomp-DrGreren-BA108-PV520i-Brick-160XT
Vox: M500-Summit-VLA2
Gtrs: Tele_MeatJr.-MM-2x12"-Trion-CatPipe-PM100(pad)
Tele__SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
TeleFlngr.-MM-2x12"-Trion-CatPipe-PM100(pad)
RJT60_Slammi-Marshall-Trion-CatPipe-PM1000(pad)_SB23L-CatPipe-ISA1
Keys: Reface(Farfisa) -TPS
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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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