WALK WITH THE DEVIL (Joe Bouchard)
The man on the corner he's playing from his soul
The woman in the doorway she needs that rock and roll
An electric dream calls your name
The impulse might drive you insane.
Stinging guitars are wailing away
On another side of the day
Time to put the pedal to the metal.
And then you walk....
Walk with the Devil.
Don't know where it all began
With the song and dance man
Moving from town to town
Not ready to settle down
He wired his amp
And the music got loud
Shooting sparks from his fingers
In big bolts of sound
And the tears of romantics
With pain in their eyes
The ground started shaking
And seas started breaking so loud
When you walk with the devil
When you walk with the devil
The man on the corner he's playing from his soul
The woman in the doorway she needs that rock and roll
Jimi Hendrix played a mean guitar
Jimmy carved his way to the stars
Beck blew the roof off the room
With pumped up volume and a dose of the blues
All these stars are etched in time
Like a the dream
Near the end of the line
Near the end of the line
When you walk with the devil
When you walk with the devil.
When you walk with the devil.
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36 STRINGS (Joe Bouchard)
Awoke before dawn
Looking up at the sky
Watching all the lights
of a plane passing by
Perfecting the art
Of lying in bed
Your mind full of cobwebs.
Counting the twinkling
As the sky loses stars
Under the morning sky.
The mysteries of nightfall
Give way to a pulse in your life
With little or nothing to lose and
And a new day in front of you
The morning birds
Sing their songs away
And make the world a better place.
With a tune of a brighter day
Perfecting the art
Of lying in bed
Your mind full of cobwebs.
Counting the twinkling
As the sky loses stars
Under the morning sky.
The mysteries of nightfall
Give way to a pulse in your life
With little or nothing to lose and
And a new day in front of you
36 Strings
Ring in my day
36 Stars
Off to a good start
36 Strings and 36 stars
Off to a good start
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IS HE THE WOLFMAN (Joe Bouchard)
Who's that on the phone?
Calling at night when you're all alone
A twisted dream that doesn't seem to end.
He claws his way up your wall
And preys on the fears in us all.
A scream in the night and a howl at the moon.
Is he the Wolfman?
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POWER OF MUSIC (Joe Bouchard)
Time is precious
You can work it out
Time is precious
There is no doubt
Take a walk in the field
Take a walk and be healed
Time is precious
No doubt
The Power of Music
Can't be denied
The Power of Music
Can you feel it inside?
Persevere you will rise
One more reason to try
See the window open the door
Keep ‘em coming back for more.
The Power of Music
It can't be denied
The Power of Music
Can you feel it inside?
SOLO
Time is precious
Work it out in your head
Take a walk down the street
Take a walk feel the beat
Time is precious
The Power of Music
It can't be denied
The Power of Music
It can't be denied
The Power of Music
It can't be denied
The Power of Music
Can you feel it inside?
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DUSTY OLD PIANO (Joe Bouchard)
That dusty old piano
In the empty old music hall
Never let ya down at all
When inspiration called
Tiny little hammers wailing away
They're pounding out rhythms in time
Playful runs and arpeggios
Pulsing to the beat of your heart
Sympathetic strings ringing together
Drawing from a roomful of ghosts
Slow moving dreamy serenades
Hoping that you're on the right note
Hand-stitched entertainment
From a far-off different age
Steeped in those rippling sounds
A memory of yesterday.
Hey, come on and sing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la Come on and sing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la
Everybody's dancing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la
Everybody sing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la La Laaaaahhhh>>>>
Tiny little hammers wailing away
They're pounding out rhythms in time
Playful runs and arpeggios
Pulsing to the beats of your heart
Hey, come on and sing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la Come on and sing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la
Everybody's dancing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la
Everybody sing La La
La, la, la, la, la, la La Laaaaahhhh>>>>
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THE STORY OF THE BLUES PROJECT (Joe Bouchard)
Muddy found his mojo
At the Cafe a go-go
Way down in Village
A long time ago-go
Better than the rest there was a night you won't forget.
That was the story of the Blues Project
The Scene was rocking
with Al and Steve and Danny
Driving the blues to outerspace
Weren't like no hootenanny
A long time ago there the sound you can't forget
That was the story of the Blues Project
SOLO 1
Roy and Andy were pushing
The band to go much higher.
Stoking the engine down the road
To add some fuel to the fire.
Better than the rest, the sound you can't forget
That was the story of the Blues Project
Times were a changin'
As the bands they were a ragin'
Heading off in different directions
With few exceptions.
A long time ago there was a night you won't forget.
That was the story of the Blues Project
The guys just didn't jive
They went their separate ways
But that's how it was
Back in the good old days
SOLO 2
Muddy found his mojo
Down at the Cafe a go-go
Way down in Village
A long time ago-go
A long time ago there was a night you won't forget.
That was the legend of the Blues Project
That was the story of the Blues
(Project)
That was the story of the Blues
(Project)
That was the story of the Blues
(Project)
That was the story of the Blues
(Project)
A long time ago there was a night you can't forget
That was the story of the Blues Project
SOLO 3
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PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE (J. E. Cook)
So you said too much
Now you're apologizing
I always knew you would
Still it’s surprising
You’re in the same old picture
Hung up in the same old frame
The photographic evidence
Says you’re to blame.
You’re in the same old picture
Hung up in the same old frame
The photographic evidence
Says you’re to blame.
I snapped you candidly
when you said under state me
The image set you free
Now you berate me
Your portrait set against a blank wall
And you must just look back
The photographic evidence
Is on your tracks
From a room so dark
The truth somehow emerges
Systematically and stark
The word is out
And your perfect image shot through a lens
is dried and cracked
The photographic evidence
says your negative
is black.
So you said too much
Now you're apologizing
I always knew you would
Still it’s surprising
You’re in the same old picture
Hung up in the same old frame
The photographic evidence
Says you’re to blame.
You’re in the same old picture
Hung up in the same old frame
The photographic evidence
Says you’re to blame.
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TOURING AGE (Joe Bouchard) [Instrumental]
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CAREER OF EVIL (Patti Smith, Albert Bouchard)
I plot your rubric scarab, I steal your satellite
I want your wife to be my baby tonight
I choose to steal what you chose to show
And you know I will not apologize
Your mine for the taking
I'm making a career of evil [repeat three times]
Pay me I'll be your surgeon, I'd like to pick your brains
Capture you, Inject you, leave you kneeling in the rain
I choose to steal what you chose to show
And you know I will not apologize
Your mine for the taking
I'm making a career of evil [repeat three times]
I'd like your blue eyed horseshoe, I'd like your emerald horny toad
I'd like to do it to your daughter on a dirt road
And then I'd spend your ransom money, but still I'd keep your sheep
I'd peel the mask your wearing, and then rob you of your sleep
I choose to steal what you chose to show
And you know I will not apologize
Your mine for the taking
I'm making a career of evil [repeat seven times]
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