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Wes Taepont
04:41
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Stop!
Wes Taepont, Wes Taepont, He come from way down south.
Wes Taepont, Wes travels by word of mouth.
He’s the son of a dream,
A legend that screams of the freer way,
He can fly as you flew,
And he will be you again someday.
Wes Taepont, Wes Taepont, the glare offa your smile.
Wes Taepont, I’ll be you, oh, in a little while.
Wes Taepont, Taepont, do me like you did,
(I say) Wes Taepont, Oh yeah, yeah, as a little kid.
He’s the son of a dream,
A legend that screams of the freer way,
He can fly as you flew,
And he will be you again someday.
(Bridge) Wes taepont...Yeah yeah yeah!
He’s the son of a dream,
A legend that screams of the freer way,
He can fly as you flew,
And he will be you again someday.
He’s the son of a dream,
A legend that screams of the freer way,
He can fly as you flew,
And he will be you again someday...
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2. |
Red
05:03
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To see your smile appear,
Is to feel the red sunrise.
Red flowers blooming every time,
I look into your eyes.
And all the times we’ve danced,
And yet I never say,
Just how it always makes me feel,
That wonderful red sway.
So I hope it’s okay,
And I hope it’s alright,
As I try to convey,
Try to say it right,
You paint my world red in a wonderful way
So I wrote you this song, and I hope that’s okay.
Times are red,
When they’re spent with you.
You know I joke a lot,
But these, these words are true.
I need you girl,
I hope you, you need me too.
If not that’s okay we can just be friends
But if you do you know I’ll see it through.
Whoa oh ho, whoa! Whoa oh ho ohwo,
Hoo, yeah yeah yeah...
Red like a juicy watermelon,
Red like the truth is that I’m tellin’ you
I’m crazy boutcha baby,
Crazy botcha cause you paint my world red.
Red like a burning dwarf star,
Flaring hot for you cause you are
Wonderful in so many ways dear,
You’re burning hot and I want you to hear (x2)
That the wind will blow,
But before you go,
I want you to know,
How I’m feeling... whoa-oh ho-oh whoa!
(Hope it’s okay, Hope it’s alright,
Hope it’s okay and I Hope it’s alright)
(Jam to end)
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3. |
Wide-Eyed Waitress
02:50
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(Instrumental)
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4. |
Two Heads
07:32
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One head bled and the other said
That’s enough he said, pu that sucker to bed.
Well the bleedin’ wouldn’t die and the other cried
Let him sleep he said, all the sheets are red with
OH
Well the bleeder awoke and he spoke he said
What’s all this blood I see? What have you done to me?
Get a hold of yourself son, there’s work to be done,
You and the other one, all fixed up with a gun and a
OH
And you rip me out...
And you rip me out...
(etc.)
One head bled and the other said
That’s enough he said, pu that sucker to bed.
Well the bleedin’ wouldn’t die and the other cried
Let him sleep he said, all the sheets are red with
OH
Well the bleeder awoke and he spoke he said
What’s all this blood I see? What have you done to me?
Get a hold of yourself son, there’s work to be done,
You and the other one, all fixed up with a gun and a
OH
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5. |
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(Instrumental)
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6. |
Lines
03:00
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On the globe and in the sky,
Are they coming from your eye?
Lines.
Find them in an old disguise,
Names and tracks and family ties
Lines.
Why can’t I be with you,
Because the lines that we once drew,
Isn’t something wrong with this design?
We’ve got to step out of these lines!
What’s the color of your skin?
When does yours stop and hers begin?
Lines.
All the things that you’ve been through,
Here’s the box you fit into.
Lines!
Step back, Look and you will see,
How to set your bound heart free,
Ask yourself, what’s wrong with this design?
We’ve got to step out of these lines!
(Linemaker:)
Stop!
Don’t stand up.
You must walk the course.
Order, I’ll have order,
Need it be by force.
I’ll protect you; make no sound,
I’ll put up the walls around,
Surround that man!
(Solo)
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7. |
Aliving Song
02:14
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A story ‘bout bob Dylan
Makes you think of all the cats you haven’t met.
Well you may not get your heart to heart,
Or ever get to play your part, but don’t forget,
The ones you really want to meet,
They’re the ones you couldn’t know exist yet.
And by god on your horizon,
There’s a beautiful, unrecognizable silhouette.
I don’t want to be a martyr,
Nor musician, nor magician, nor a man.
Well a sailor knows the sea,
But when it spits him out he will know the sand.
When you were born you were shot out
Of a cannon; well I’ll tell ya. It don’t matter where you land.
And what you want’s all to smoke,
So I don’t want my life to go according to plan.
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8. |
Wasteland
04:36
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evened by Chances,
and pawned by The Way;
all your advances,
and nothing to say...
the Beast is a Wasteland
by the side of the street,
that Monster is
Nothing... but the dust
at your feet.
The future foreseen,
It isn’t what’s bound!
Only in the Wasteland,
Can that future be found!
If you cannot see,
You can only but know,
O Rancher of Wasteland,
Where Nothing will grow!
Dry, the driest of thieves, the Sand...
Devouring all that you’ve planned...
Because Plans, And Control,
What a concept: “to Know”!
A Growling is heard,
And all concepts are gone with the blow...
In a Wasteland!
In a Wasteland!
In a WAheeyay-Aheeyay-Aheeyay-Aheeyayasteland!!
Dry, the driest of thieves, the Sand...
Devouring all that you’ve planned...
Because Plans, And Control,
What a concept, a concept: “to Know”!
(A Growling) is heard,
And all concepts are gone with the blow...
In a Wasteland!
In a Wasteland!
In a WAheeyay-Aheeyay-Aheeyay-Aheeyayasteland!!
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The Banditos Chicago, Illinois
The Banditos are a six part rock band out of Lake Bluff, Illinois. Their style includes both fresh and faithful covers of
recognizable rock, pop, and funk songs as well as originals.
Members:
Colin Seikel, Lucas Ehrhard, Fez Felzan, Sammy Dolgin, Danya Moodabagil, and Madison Peper.
soundcloud.com/colin-a-seikel
soundcloud.com/fezpheasant
soundcloud.com/madison-peper
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