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Poor Boy
01:24
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Poor Boy
by Michael Solan
I feel just like a genius
I think therefore I am
I am just a poor boy
Pretty mama take my hand
I feel a lot like Jesus
This place just like Heaven
I am just a poor boy
I do not give a damn
Line up all the bad men
Put us all to death
When the sinners have all gone away
I wonder is there anybody left
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One Drop
03:49
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One Drop
Well hell why not just top me off
I've sought after all you've got
Babe it don't show signs of stopping
In a drought
Those sad old clouds might hang around
One drop could be all it takes
To bring the whole thing pouring down
Pouring down
My love
Came rollin' in in sheets from up above
Hear the sound
Of the sky come down to kiss the ground
Come again
Stormy weather sent to cleanse us of our sins
Say my name
Go tell your fair-weather friends
I am bringing home the rain
Was it chance, be it fate
Some creation of our native sacred dance
Was it chance, be it fate
Some manifestation of our sacred dance
Pouring down
One Drop
Well hell why not just top me off
I've sought after all you've got
Babe it don't show signs of stopping
In a drought
Those sad old clouds might hang around
One drop could be all it takes
To bring the whole thing pouring down
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Rollin' in the Bramble
03:16
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Breathe her name into the air
It goes where there are no cares
Rollin' in the bramble, takin' hits
That last batch of succotash
Just about knocked me outta my wits
Rollin' in the bramble, You might do the trick
Burnin' like a candle
Got me down on the end of my wick
I'm all alone since the dawn of fate
Left me in the deepest despair
Rollin' in the bramble, in my mind
99 cents worth dandelion wine
G'wine to find a pretty pearl upon pine o' mine
Rollin' in the bramble, doin time
You might be a finer lover than a liar
You're no good friend of mine
If you look in the heart of a fool
You'll find her name written there
Sensuality & scandal
Crude revelry, kickin' rocks
Vagabonds, vandals
Scams, pan-handles, Paradise Lost
Sybaris succumbs
See the city in sin and sorry shambles
Synoecism and seduction
The sum of fun-loving and self-destruction
In the by and by, we're all gonna learn to fly
You can meet me at the end of the line
Heard you like to gamble
Step right up and take your bets
Ready, set, ramble
Runnin' on my lucky last cigarette
'Bout high time I scrambled
Them sirens they beckon
I won't be alone to long, it's my good time song
She got the looks, I got the luck
Like I played the lotto and won a hundred bucks
Got a bad girl say she wanna change her ways for me
I wonder when her other man will ever find out about me
Make it to the morning, rooster crow
Hear my good girl comin' I gotta go
A song to remember me by, you'll be on my mind
A love like mine don't fuck around all the time
In the by and by, we're all gonna learn to fly
In the by and by, we all fall for our own lies
In the by and by, we're all damned and then we die
You can meet me at the end of the line
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Michael Solan Music Long Beach, California
Singer, songwriter, producer, multi-instrumentalist
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