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AP’s Emporium
Aloysius P says Hi!
We’re so glad you have come on by.
Antiquities and Novelties
Dry goods from ceiling to floor
AP’s Emporium
Where North Street meets Route 4.
AP’s Emporium
So good to be here with you.
Family and friends, most welcome too.
AP’s Emporium
Quick service with a smile.
It’s okay, please stop and stay awhile.
AP’s Emporium
Up the street and down the hill.
AP’s Emporium
All the pickles from kosher to dill.
AP’s Emporium
Take a stroll around the store
Got some in back if you need more.
AP’s Emporium
Come by early or late
Might be sleepy, but, we’re open at 8.
AP’s Emporium
Where every deal is square and fair.
AP’s Emporium
We’re asking, ‘cause neighbor we care.
AP’s Emporium
Oh my gosh, how the time did fly.
See you the next time you come by!
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Loves You Like a Cat
03:28
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I’m here to tell you, though maybe you heard,
The world is kinda crazy, and life is so absurd.
Uncle was a card shark, he worked at it all day,
But, high stakes Go Fish, no one wants to play.
She walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love her like a puppy, she loves you like a cat.
Living in the city, you hear construction sounds,
And the one street they’re fixing is the one you’re crawling down.
Third Cousin Lou, remember she played lead gong.
Left to learn Ancient Greek, to prove Euclid wrong.
He walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love him like a puppy, he loves you like a cat.
Dancing in the desert, keep that canteen filled.
When prepping for the winter, it’s corn mash in the still.
Nephew Joe was Santa when the holiday came by
To avoid big crowds, worked the 4th of July.
They walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love ‘em like a puppy, they love you like a cat.
Aunt Susan taught trig, stans for cosine.
Relaxed after school by collecting some loose twine.
Brother Blue has regrets about the hearts he stole.
He needlepoints the phrase, oh baby let’s bowl
She walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love her like a puppy, she loves you like a cat.
He walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love him like a puppy, he loves you like a cat.
I’m here to tell you, though maybe you heard,
That life is kinda crazy, the world is so absurd.
Grandma flew a zeppelin, but she never flew it far.
Was working for a tycoon who hated ev’[D 2 bars]ry single blessed car..
They walk in softly, asks for this and that.
You love them like a puppy, they love you like a cat.
She walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love her like a puppy, she loves you like a cat.
He walks in softly, asks for this and that.
You love him like a puppy, he loves you like a cat.
She…….
…..Loves you Like a
…..Loves You Like a Cat.
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Stand in the ground.
Float on the breeze.
Hold fast or be free in air,
No care.
Contend with the wind
Fallen leaf or tree.
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Placebo Jones
03:42
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Placebo Jones had a bad day. That was all he would say.
In the dark. Sad and cold. Time his enemy
Time leaving him old. Debts he cannot pay.
He had to get away.
Placebo Jones, looks around, bored, hating what he found.
Things to play, things to sleep. Things to prove he was.
Things that went so deep. Where the darkness lay.
He had to get away.
Placebo Jones would like to fly, float away in the sky.
Like a cloud, like the rain. Like a yesterday.
Pulled down by the pain And the shames that stay.
He had to get away.
Placebo Jones stayed in bed. With dark thoughts in his head.
In the deep. Sad and cold. Time his enemy.
Time doubling its hold. Nothing was okay.
He could not get away.
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Pretty Morning Blue
03:03
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Such a pretty morning, this morning will end
This afternoon, I gotta go, say good-bye to a friend
The sun keeps moving no matter what I do
And that’s why I say, I am pretty morning blue
I wake to the birdies singing
I know it is their way
I know some bells will be ringing
I want to put off the day
I know some car will be leaving
Headed to a long, long stay
We’ll be missing and grieving
And wishing we could have one more day
Such a pretty morning, this morning will end
This afternoon, I gotta go, say good-bye to a friend
The sun keeps moving no matter what I do
And that’s why I say, I am pretty morning blue
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Tears of a Ghost
03:31
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I remember telling you it was the end.
To be honest, I wanted you now and then.
Desire like a ghost on a bright sunny day will fade away.
And you can’t touch me now.
You can’t hurt me now.
You’re a memory, long gone and cried away.
You can’t touch me. You can’t hurt me.
With the tears of a ghost gone and cried.
I remember how good it felt when we were through
And you saying I'd come begging in a week or two
Predictions, like a ghost on a bright sunny day.
Will fade away.
And you can’t touch me now.
You can’t hurt me now.
You’re a memory, long gone and cried away.
You can’t touch me. You can’t hurt me.
With the tears of a ghost gone and cried.
Predictions, like a ghost. Desire, like a ghost.
And you, like a ghost, can fade, fade, fade away.
And you can’t touch me now.
You can’t hurt me now.
You’re a memory, long gone and cried away.
You can’t touch me. You can’t hurt me.
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Ain’t no information worker
Don’t drop me onto some data farm
I’ll lay around the shack
Till the mail trains come back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail trains come back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
My waistcoat’s buttons are poppin’
But I’ll take one more piece of pie.
I’ll give a thought to exercisin’
I might even try to try.
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail trains come back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
There are some folks who say I’m lazy,
Some worry I rest way too hard.
You’ll find me in my hammock
Searching for my business card.
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail trains come back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
I know your parents don’t like me
Grandparents indifferent at best
If I were to do things over
I’d skip that algeebra test.
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail trains come back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Now Daddy’s nuthin’ but retirin’
Since Sister made that app.
Mama’s takin’ classes in college.
I went to take a nap.
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Roll in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack
Till the mail trains come back
And roll in my sweet baby’s arms
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Wanna bake a peach pie
Wanna bake a peach pie
Wanna bake a peach pie
All I had were nectarines, nectarines
I went shaking your tree
I went shaking your tree
I went shaking your tree
But no peaches came to me, came to me
Now, maybe the season was wrong, if so
That’s clearly on me
Here’s a question, please take your time
Could you use me to care for your tree?
I wanted some peaches
I wanted some peaches
I wanted some peaches,
All I got were nectarines, nectarines
Wanna bake a peach pie
Wanna bake a peach pie
Wanna bake a peach pie
All I had were nectarines, nectarines
I went shaking your tree
I went shaking your tree
I went shaking your tree
But no peaches came to me, came to me
Does your orchard have help wanted sign
Well let me tell you about me
I work real hard. I’m caring and kind
Can I be your helpful honey bee
I wanted some peaches
I wanted some peaches
I wanted some peaches
All I got were nectarines, nectarines
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El Lobo Naranjo
03:26
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The first spring day he rode into town
We were curious but wary
Pistols on his belt, men at his side.
A bandit come to life and scary!
He said “Good morning” to everyone
With a smile sincere and wide.
“What a friendly place, drinks on me!
For today, I’m on your side.”
So we sing of a mystery stranger
Who changed so much that day.
El Lobo Naranjo.
An outlaw people will say.
One hard summer he rode into town
We had thrown a fiesta for fun
He stepped so smartly with ev’ry senorita.
And he spoke when the dance was done.
Mister Mayor, I must be frank.
I hear it’s not going well.
So I rudely stopped a banker’s train.
Take this money. Please don’t tell.
So we sing of a mystery stranger
Who changed so much that day.
El Lobo Naranjo.
An outlaw people will say.
El Lobo Naranjo
We’d laugh the wolf was tame
The Old Folks were laughing louder.
Silly kids — still the same.
Then one autumn, he rode into town
We asked him to toast our good year.
He said no thank you, his pistols came out.
Now please! Fill these bags here.
I live to spread good fortune
For my efforts, I take on the side.
May our tomorrows be fruitful!
But we live for today. And so, I ride.
So we sing of a mystery stranger
Who changed so much that day.
El Lobo Naranjo.
An outlaw people will say.
El Lobo Naranjo.
An outlaw people will say.
El Lobo Naranjo.
An outlaw people will say
We so love a scoundrel,
Who throws money our way.
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When did you choose not to hear?
When did you find morals unclear?
Promises, anticipation.
Promises, new occupation.
When did you?
Choose not to hear?
When did you sell us all out?
When did you monetize doubt?
Turn it on — the click-baiting dreck.
Turn it on — monitored by tech.
When did you?
Sell us all out.
When did you burn it all down?
When did you ignite this town?
Strike matches, choose immolation.
Strike matches, ashes for nation.
When did you?
Burn it all down.
When did you let it all be.
When did you just wait to see?
Apathy a damnable state
Apathy wake up getting late.
When did you?
Let it all be?
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On My Way to Goleta Town
02:42
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There by the creek, Old Cousin Zeke.
On a new baptizing streak.
Tell him the news; if he lets you speak
Guess my sins will be gone next week.
Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground.
I'm California bound.
I've been laid low and I'm still going down
On my way to Goleta town.
She said, one day, I didn’t pay
Repo Gal on the way.
I drove that Ford to a dock on the bay.
And that’s all I have got to say.
Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground.
I'm California bound.
I've been laid low and I'm still going down
On my way to Goleta town.
Little birdie blue remarked it’s true
“Walking is hard to do.
I’m so astute,” it chirped and off it flew.
Grow some wings, I’ll be flying too.
Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground.
I'm California bound.
I've been laid low and I'm still going down
On my way to Goleta town.
Drown me in whiskey, chase me with beer
A long, long way I hear
Now you out there, let me be real clear
Don’t you look for your guidance here.
Apples in the trees, cherries on the ground.
I'm California bound.
I've been laid low and I'm still going down
On my way to Goleta town.
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No One Here
05:50
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There’s no one here to feed you.
No one left to satisfy.
No one here who needs you.
No one here to paint your sky.
It’s hard to hear, but fun to say.
Look once around, then go away.
Cause there’s no one here
Who doesn’t know you.
No one here
Who wants you near.
No one here
Who will be your play thing.
Except for us one time fools,
Now there’s no one
Here.
No one here who’ll steal once more.
No one left who didn’t fall.
There’s no one here to care like before.
No one left who’s gonna crawl.
But you came back, back to the rubble.
You’re coming down and you’re in trouble.
Cause there’s no one here
Who doesn’t know you.
No one here
Who wants you near.
No one here
Who will be your play thing.
Except for us one time fools,
Now there’s no one
Here.
You’re ex-lovers are all washed up.
There’s no one here, look no one, no one.
There’s no one here
No one here
No one here
It’s time to find someone new
Cause there’s no one.
Cause there’s no one here
Who doesn’t know you.
No one here
Who wants you near.
No one here
Who will be your play thing.
Except for us one time fools,
Now there’s no one
Here.
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Pomegranate County Irregulars Los Angeles, California
Los Angeles based recording band, featuring the music of Daniel Orias. Dan has been a member of Santa Barbara '80s bands The Stingrays, In the Dark, and Celebrity City. He was a member of 90s Los Angeles bands The Totems, Driftwood Souls, and The Dark. The music has echoes of folk, country, blues, and rock. ... more
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