IMAGINARY LINES
Produced by Ric Albano
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33 Shots at Louis Written: September 26, 2006 Running Time: 3:07 |
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Lyrics Stay away from my front door I'm sick-n-tired of you Crawling across my hardwood floor I've got no dinner for you, Louie I used to believe that you had my back But now I can see that you're nothing But a two-bit, no good quack I've got no further business with you, Louie We caught you grinning while singing the blues Hand constantly out above open-toed sandal shoes Why couldn't you just walk more block - In dreadlocks and bloody socks - to an inn? We heard you bitchin' that night at the ball Lips stiff yet bent and uptight in the dancing hall Why couldn't you just sit this one out? You've done enough damage to your kin! We saw you shakin' it out at the bar So stoned that you couldn't recite Who your children are How could you now bathe in such shame? Was all that moral rabble just your game? So stay away from my back yard If the summer's too humid for you Or you've lost playing your last card I can't pick a winner for you I've got my own live to live Get out on your own! |
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Produced by Ric Albano Engineered by Bret Alexander Recorded starting on April 13, 2007 at Saturation Acres Studio, Danville, Pa. Performers Ric Albano - Keys, Bass, Vocals Erik Trabert - Guitars Ron Simasek - Drums Appears on:
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| Written by Ric Albano  © 2006 All Rights Reserved. |
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