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Start My Day
03:37
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I need a cup of coffee
To make my headache go away
Woke up in the morning
Everyday now
Wake up in the morning
Need my headache to go away
Yeah a cup coffee, will get me going
Set my headache packing
Start my day now, start my day now
Start my day now, start my day now
Yeah start my day now, oh start my day right now
Start my day now, start my day now
Yeah well start my day now, start my day right now
Start my day now, start my day now
I need a cup of coffee
To make my headache go away
Woke up in the morning
Everyday now
Wake up in the morning
Need my headache to go away
Yeah a cup coffee, will get me going
Set my headache packing yeah
Start my day now, start my day now
Start my day now, start my day now
Yeah well start my day now, oh start my day right now
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2. |
Testify
05:06
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Well it's not too late
To push it out the gate
I know I've tried
But it was not simplified
Its been taking too long
I've sung the song
And now it's too late and I'm done
And now it's too late and I'm done
I'm tired of it
And I'm tired of you
It's a steamboat
On the Congo
Yeah you wonder why
You put my head on a stake
Well it's not to late to testify
Up the river
There's a hut full of trees
He's not dead yet
Oh the horror the horror
I'll go and I'll see
The one you wish
But I can't, I can't let the truth out
But I can't, I can't let the truth out
Yeah I'm tired of it
And I'm tired of you
It's a steamboatIt
On the Congo
Yeah you wonder why
You put my head on a stake
Well it's not to late to testify
Yeah it's not too late to testify
Well I'm tired of it
And I'm tired of you
It's a steamboat
On the Congo
Yeah you wonder why
You put my head on a stake
Well it's not too late to testify
Yeah it's not too late to testify
Oh it's not too late to testify
It's not to late to testify
Yeah it's not too late to testify
...To testify
...To testify
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3. |
Dead Bee
03:56
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Tell me what I want to hear
You know that I’m not a seer
Tell me you love me dear
You know that I'll always be here
Dried out eyes and sand in the sea, you know
Dead bee you got your stinger in me
Yeah dried out eyes and sand in the sea
Come near and whisper in my ear
I'll listen without fear
Come near and hold my hand
I'll be here to understand your
Dried out eyes and sand in the sea, you know
Dead bee you got your stinger in me
Yeah dried out eyes and sand in the sea
When the night is long, won't you
Clime the barracks for me
When the storm comes crashing down
I'll blocked you from the sound, you know
I don't mind
I don't mind
What you do to me, yeah
I don't mind
I don't mind
What you do to me, yeah
I don't mind
No I don't mind
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lyrics inspired by Ramblin’ On My Mind - Robert Jonson
I got ramblin', I got Rambling on mind
Well I got, got a need to see your kind
Its not time to worry, I got nice little journey for two
We gonna travel the realm and make sweet love too
Well now we're off, yeah going our rambling' way
Down to the station yeah
We're gonna catch the first mail train outa’ town
Ooon our rambling' way
Now you've gone and done the wrong
And I hate to leave you here babe
But now I've got mean things all on my mind yeah
Why’d you have to treat me so unkind
Well now I’m Off!
And all the things I got
They don’t mean anything
No not a thing at all
Well now I'm off, yeah going my rambling' way
Down to the station yeah
Im gonna catch the first mail train outa town
Ooon my rambling' way
Now I'm left to play those old guitar blues
I got the blues about miss so-and-so
Yeah well she got the blues for me too
So why pretty babe you gotta treat me so unkind
And now I got mean things on my mind
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5. |
My Mind Is On You
04:30
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And how will I know about you
Or am I just wasting my time
You know I never had a clue
A little evidence in the direction
And what if I never hear you
Or never perceive the time
You always come out quite blue
A little evidence in the deception
They can’t convince me otherwise
No matter
No matter how hard they try
No matter how hard they try
Now my minds on you
No matter
No matter how hard I try
No matter how hard I try
No matter how hard I try
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6. |
Sand
03:14
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Down in the soil
The worlds slowed down
And we’ll never know
What comes after?
Yeah it may be to hard to see
Its not manifest destiny
Nor the best we will be
Misinterpreted lies
We’ll find never die
Yeah it’s a shame
They don’t feel shamed
Its no game and
And it’s time to change
Buried in the sand
Are pieces of what?
Stuck my head under ground
Now everything is upside-down
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7. |
Shades of Blue
04:03
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Oh I never thought I'd know your name
It would only complicate it all
Well you look so… pretty in the sun
And look I know how
Well there's so many shades of blue
Yeah its your sorrow too
I wish I'd become one of them
You never never meant
The stars to come down silent in the sun down
Like the softest cataclysmic storm
Well there's so many shades of blue
Yeah its your sorrow too
Oh you remind of the sea foam
White one the sea blue and Green
I wish I would’ve hidden in the waves
And oh never mind
Well there's so many shades of blue
Yeah its your sorrow too
And in the rain You still look quite the same
You’ve seen the darkness but your pretty again
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8. |
Eleven
02:30
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9. |
Little House of Bones
05:24
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I'm in my little house and the walls are coming down
Theres dirt on the floor and the plants have grown around
I thought I didn't know but now I know I've always known
I'm living in my little house of bones
Oh my, my little house of bones
My life is seeping through the cracks and down
The wind comes up and my little house starts to groan
I live down the road in the gloom, we all moan
I'm living in my little house of bones
Oh my, my little house of bones
My house of bones
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Venetae Portland, Oregon
We are a two piece garage rock band originally from Carlsbad, CA, but our current home is Portland, OR.
Band Members:
- John Kray (Guitar & Vocals)
- Andrew Perreault (Drums)
Venetae recommends:
These are our good friends and we love their music!
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