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Eight Ball In The Side Pocket lyrics/ credits
Greg Gray: lead guitar
Don Campau: all other instruments, vocals and lyrics*
*adapted from “Spill The Wine” by Eric Burdon and War
Charles Miller, Howard E. Scott, B.B. Dickerson, Lonnie Jordan, Harold Ray Brown, Thomas "Papa Dee" Allen, Lee Oskar, Eric Burdon
1970
I was out with Joe on a Saturday night
When I surprised myself and I started to run the table
The speakers croaked an old song by Eric Burdon and War and I started singing.
Spill The Wine, take that pearl.
No need for a combination
Spill The Wine Dig That girl
8 ball in the side pocket
But much to my dismay my blood sugar dropped low and I missed some easy shots
My feet were still bopping but my poor head was drooping
Then Joe began to make his comeback
Well I was fine and doing so good
then I crashed and spilled the juice
It wasn;t wine but it might as well be
The floor started moving and I lost control
The fact that me, an overfed, retired old geezer could lose it so fast
No, that was no longer news
This had happened before and Ive got plenty of stories, rather embarrassing ones in fact
I could feel hot flames of fire roaring at my back
I got pretty lucky and I made two in a row
But our luck had changed and I saw Joe smile
He could see the end coming and the chant began
Spill The Wine, take that pearl.
8 ball in the side pocket
adapted from “Spill The Wine” by Eric Burdon and War
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Cool Life ( Campau solo)
06:20
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Cool Life lyrics
Don Campau: all instruments, vocals and lyrics
12-28-2023
The only thing that matters
I can't really express
the nature of the nuture
seems to be the big test
Its such a cool life
did I expect it?
trying with all my might
im moving but where am I going?
The only kind of flattery
That seems to work on me
involves plenty of laughing
and its not mean
Its such a cruel life
with plenty of warning
just using my right side
the left is now taking me longer
I have grown much fatter
and I'm accepting it now
the only thing that matters
is seeing myself in the crowd
Its such a cool life
did I expect it?
trying with all my might
im moving but where am I going?
Your mind
can make a world full of things
can make the wind seem to sing
the magic's never too far
your mind
can make the spring ease the winter
can turn the fire to paste
papers all stick together
its not a dream
please don't say its a dream
thats just cheating
and a lazy plot device
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Here Comes The Head Shot lyrics/ credits
Don Campau: vocals, lyrics, bass, drum ,string and effects loops
Greg Gray: lead guitar
downtown Oakland looking shaky tonight
its not the sideshow that scares me
its the dudes over there in the pale moonlight
I got some business on Franklin Plaza, some stuff to unload
and then I'm off to Macarthur Boulevard
the urban jungle is dense on a late friday night
the cops are everywhere, the smell of chicken wings and ammo, its pungent
here comes the head shot
and it wasn;t unexpected
here comes the money delay
and not enough protection
here comes the head shot
here it comes
two times twenty is forty and that what the dude still owes me
i hear some rounds go off and I duck
i hear the sound of screaming and hot tires screeching
Two more rounds and we all hit the dirt
but its only a celebration
of some latent inequality
while in the uptown buildings
the suits decide
who will live, who will die and who will ever serve time
and then I saw on the news that even in Norway there was a shooting, a stabbing
and people in the street protesting the way
that others looked down their noses at them
You might think you can hide
and move to the country
but here comes the head shot
and it wasn;t unexpected
the flak jacket is fine
but it won;t really be enough
here comes the head shot
here it comes
the sound of hunger and poverty
thats the music we hear
here comes the head shot
and it wasn;t unexpected
here comes the money delay
and not enough protection
here comes the head shot
the drummer in the night
the low caliber is a hi hat
and kick drum is a glock
here comes the head shot
and it wasn't unexpected
cover your eyes and ears
you're going to need a helmet
here comes the head shot
and it wasn;t unexpected
here comes the money delay
and not enough protection
here comes the head shot
here it comes
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Mowed Down
03:01
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Glued To My Face lyrics
2-16-24
it got glued to my face
But I didn't really feel it
stuck in my craw
like a bug on my bike
sure, it bothered me some
because I like to be tidy
I like to stay sharp
because there's always cameras everywhere now
It got messy right then
and I wasn;t that careful
got stuck in my teeth
on the lower left side
just to prove how I roll
fell into the street then
I got up and I laughed
because this has happened before
sure, it bothered me when
I accepted my award for
most likely to succeed
at being a fool
look out there's a bus coming
watch your step or there's gonna be a wreck
look out there a train approaching
straight at you and I;m not kidding
well It;'s hard to justify
my reason for doing this
It's not a mistake until
I do it again over and over
and I will
look out there's a bus coming
watch your step or there's gonna be a wreck
look out there a train approaching
straight at you and I;m not kidding
sure, it bothered me some
because I like to be tidy
I like to stay sharp
because there's always cameras everywhere now
sure, it bothered me when
I accepted my award for
most likely to succeed
at being a fool
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Its my only secret lyrics
its my only secret
its my only crime
its the way I am now
because Im
just a mess when I'm up
its my only
its my only
fade to the past
not long ago
look at me go!
Its the current damage
can;t you hear me whine?
listen in the hallway
because Im
just a mess when I wake/..oh
its my only
its my only
fade to the past
not long ago
look at me go!
its my only secret
its my only pride
its the way I choose it
because Im
just a mess when I decide
its my only
its my only
its my only
its my only
its my only secret
its my only crime
its the way I am now
because Im
just a mess when I'm up
its my only
its my only
fade to the past
not long ago
look at me go!
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Whining Baby
03:45
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whining baby lyrics
I;m a whining baby and I cant let you go
i stayed in the womb for a long long time
i pleaded not to cut the cord too fast
I suckled like a fool until I could walk
I'm a fully grown man who cries like an infant
I;m a whining baby and I cant let you go
oh no
Im a piece of work who's only just a joke
Mommy where are you?
we went to the store and I wanted some candy
They said I was cute and even kinda smart
i pushed the cart to the check out counter
then I spit out my pacifier and I dropped the car keys too
I;m a whining baby and I cant let you go
don;t you know
Im a piece of work who's likes to put on a show
mwaaahh!
I'm too old to be young
and I probably should know better
If I don't get my way
I;m gonna ball like a premature child
I;m a whining baby and I cant let you go
oh no
Im a piece of work who's won't do as he's told
Please not the belt...again!
I'm too old to be young
and I probably should know better
If I don't get my way
I;m gonna ball like a premature child
I;m gonna ball like a little spoiled brat
I;m a whining baby and I cant let you go
oh no
Im a piece of work who's only just a joke
somebody told me "you're just a bourgeois amateur artist.Shouldn't you
get out of the way for us real artists trying to make it?"
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Nothing To Lose lyrics
you got nothing to lose
you've got a long way to go
because you bet pretty big
you got nothing
how ya feeling now
pretty good pretty good
i'd say you're looking tired
like an old rag doll
how ya holding up
and whats the weather
is it kind of choppy
down there on the ground
you got nothing to lose
you've got a long way to go
because you bet pretty big
you got nothing
and the world keeps turning...
you got nothing to lose
you've got a long way to go
because you bet pretty big
you got nothing
you got nothing to lose
don't need to look very far
turned your back on your friends
you got nothing
how you doing now?
that the rent is due
where you gonna go
but you gotta keep going
everything is lost
that may be true
but there's a place you know
where you might still borrow from
you got nothing to lose
you've got a long way to go
because you bet pretty big
you got nothing
you got nothing to lose
you've got a long way to go
because you bet pretty big
you got nothing
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Lucky Me
05:08
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Lucky Me lyrics/ credits
4-15-24
lucky lucky me
I'm not the one that got the chance
on that highway
i;ve been moving
ive been traveling so long
on that road there
i've made memories
that i;ve forgotten to note for their value and worth
on that highway
i;ve been moving
bitching
boxing
whistling
accounting
restless
hopeless
relentless
and even voting
lucky lucky me
I'm not the one that got the chance
never meant a thing , to me it seemed so hollow
its a silly kind of dance
lucky lucky me
I;m not the one who knows the facts
but I know just how I feel
believe it when its real
You're gonna have to deal with that
synth solo
bitching
boxing
whistling
accounting
restless
hopeless
relentless
and even voting
lucky lucky me
im leaving it in the past
all the former glory
is just another story
to be added to the tales of crap
lucky lucky me
I'm not the one that got the chance
never meant a thing , to me it seemed so shallow
its a silly kind of dance
lucky lucky me
lucky lucky me
lucky lucky me
im leaving it in the past
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Sometimes It Does You
08:17
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Sometimes It Does You lyrics
sometimes it does you
sure doesn;t feel alright
sometimes it does you that way
but I guess that's just life
hold on to what you can
i'm counting on you to advise
press forward the best you are know how
above us is just the blue sky
you followed some bad intuition
you had an itch that had to be scratched
you realized too late the conditions
could really cost you...oops!
sometimes it does you
sure doesn;t feel alright
sometimes it does you that way
but I guess that's just life
feel good about what you've done
and learn from your mistakes
there's no need to beat yourself up
unless you repeat them
so, hold on to what you can
you can just ignore my free advice
we all have an itch we can't get to
and its keeping us up every night
what you wanted is gone
if there was a chance it got lost in the storm
but you found something else
maybe there's good luck in that
sometimes it does you
sure doesn;t feel alright
sometimes it does you that way
but I guess that's just life
now sing it
sometimes it does you
sure doesn;t feel alright
sometimes it does you that way
but I guess that's just life
I Lost track of time
oh my where was i?
moved to a dimension
heard only those chimes
ring once for redemption
ring twice for salvation and new life
but I just don;t believe
I just don;t believe
I hope it doesn;t depend on whether I believe or not
I found myself on a stack of mirrors
I guess I had climbed them in my dream
I saw reflections of a wandering soul
who wanted to be heard, wanted to be seen
I thought I was so important then
I couldn't stop talking about what I had done
I wrote poems regarding the wistful moon
But somehow had avoided the sun
I found myself on a stack of mirrors
I guess I had climbed them in my dream
find the mold
find the mold
find the mold
and clean it
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Don Campau
Don Campau is a home recording musician, radio producer and visual artist living in Northern California. Don has been active in home recorded music since 1969 and runs the Lonely Whistle label. For full bio go to doncampau.com
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