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Funky Butt
05:21
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Hey ladies, do you got the funk butt?
Hey fellas, do you got the funk butt now?
Hey ladies, hey ladies, do you got the funky butt?
Hey fellas, hey hey fellas, do you got the funk butt now?
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2. |
This Land
04:16
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CHORUS
This land is your land, This land is my land,
From Bonavista, to Vancouver Island
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lakes waters,
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking down that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
Now I saw below me that golden valley
And I said: This land was made for you and me.
As I was walking, they try to stop me,
They put up a sign that said, it said "Private Property."
Well, on the back side, you know it said nothing!
So, it must be that side was made for you and me.
One bright sunny morning, well, in the shadow of a steeple;
Down by the relief office, I saw my people.
You know, they stood hungry; I stood wondering,
I was wondering if this land made was for you and me?
CHORUS
This land is your land, This land is my land,
From Bonavista, to Vancouver Island
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lakes waters,
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and I rambled, And I followed my footsteps
To the fir-clad forests Of our mighty mountains
And all around me A voice was calling,
This land was made for you and me.
CHORUS
This land is your land, This land is my land,
From Bonavista, to Vancouver Island
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lakes waters,
This land was made for you and me.
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3. |
Manscape
04:36
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Father, Father,
Can’t you see
What you’ve done is a tragedy
Mother, Mother Don’t you fright
We’ll get you back Without a fight
Brother, Brother
We have to change,
If we stay the same
Now tell me who’s to blame?
Mother, Mother Don’t you fright
We’ll get you back Without a fight
Sister, Sister Think of your child
How will she live in a world on fire
Mother, Mother Don’t you fright
We’ll get you back Without a fight
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Backatown
06:44
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In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, T
o please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals fallen in the pool
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that, if eyes were made for seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for Being;
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask; I never knew;
But in my simple ignorance suppose
The self-same power that brought me there, brought you.
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Fishtail
04:14
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High speed driving through the mountain pass
lead foot riding on the gas
As the tires leave the road
feel so alive but my blood run cold
I lose my grip and slip away
get all caught up in the fray
no turning back no sympathy
Oh what will become of me?
When the moment comes and the stakes are set
there's no more time for regret
What’s done is done and the time is now
What will become don’t know nohow
And in this moment all that be
a world of possibility
I take the wheel and come what may
Live or die I’m here to stay
And in this moment all that be
a world of possibility
I take the wheel and come what may
Live or die I’m here to stay
And in this moment all that be
a world of possibility
I take the wheel and come what may
Live or die I’m here to stay
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Democrafunk Edmonton, Alberta
Democrafunk. 9 peeps with a bunch of instruments. Groovin beats. Deep dark bass. Magic keys. Singsong. The Guitar. & Triple brass. We are the voice for the people get down groovin dancin floor stompin yeehawin get your motherf$#@!n chief on celebratory evenings of jazzy groovy funk funkety FUNK free flow The DFUNK show. Speak your voice. We are the nation. ... more
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