1. |
Sweeten the Pot
03:35
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SWEETEN THE POT
He tells her that her smile is pretty
Talks to her of Mona Lisa's face
She drinks his brew
Intoxicating
It's true flavor
barely leaves a trace
Cause he sweetens the pot
The medicine is hard to swallow
It leaves behind a bitter taste
Sweet purple
makes the poison pretty
No one lets it go to waste
Cause he sweetens the pot
Sweeten the pot
He takes her to a peaceful garden
And talk to her of Eve's true grace
He gives to her
A golden goblet
She drinks
The smile stays on her face
Cause he sweetens the pot
The medicine is hard to swallow
It leaves behind a bitter taste
Sweet purple
makes the poison pretty
No one lets it go to waste
Cause he sweetens the pot
Sweeten the pot
© WD Picou, Half-Nuts Music, BMI
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2. |
Talk
02:59
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TALK
Taking potshots
Without an aim
Gunslinging is such a dangerous game
Too little to do
Too much time
Talk, talk, talk
Is such a dangerous crime
Talk is cheap
Talk is free
You get drafted
To the hall of infamy
Tell me, darling,
What's on your mind
There must be a reason
For all your prying
Pointing your finger
But I don't know why
Look into the mirror
You've got dirt in your eye
Talk is cheap
Talk is free
You get drafted
To the hall of infamy
Freelancers
With their poison pens
And their sharp tongues
And their noses for sin
They back stab
Just in self defense
Then they brag about their innocence
© WD Picou, Half-Nuts Music, BMI
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3. |
Johnny & June
04:21
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4. |
Mood for Love
03:19
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Mood for Love
You say you got the answer to everything
Papa's gonna buy a diamond ring
Out of the frying pan into the fire
Burning, burning with desire
I'm in the mood for love
I'm in the mood for love
You say you got the handle in your hand
Papa's gonna find exotic land
The jungle heats with passionate fire
In the tropic of desire
I'm in the mood for love
I'm in the mood for love
CHORUS:
Somebody's got it
Somebody needs it
Somebody hides it
Somebody sees it
Some got it easy
Some got to work
Some get happy
And some get hurt
See the puzzle now unfold
Papa's gonna give a gift of gold
The ring on your finger is a ring of fire
I smell flesh burning with desire
I'm in the mood for love
I'm in the mood for love
CHORUS
© WD Picou, Half-Nutt Music, BMI
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5. |
Ramona
04:06
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Ramona
I've seen her in the shadows of the alleyways
I've heard her laughter echoing down hallways
Her voice a whisper as it mingles with the breeze
Her face a picture that hangs in all the galleries
CHORUS:
Ramona
I hear it in the street
Ramona
On the lips of those I meet
I hear Ramona
This beauty no one ever sees
Ramona
The magic is in the mystery
Oh, tell me brother, do you know her hiding place
Her secrets well covered- tell me have you seen her face
Give me proof, now- a letter or a photograph
Would give me somehow, a reason for not turning back
Chorus
Repeat 2nd verse
Chorus
© WD Picou, Half-Nutt Music, BMI
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6. |
Boat is Rockin'
03:56
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7. |
Pretty Pretty
02:57
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Pretty Pretty
Tell me a story pretty pretty
Like once upon a time far away from the city
A magical kingdom a castle of sand
Promise me the promised land
CHORUS:
And I will follow you anywhere
Like a child without a care
Just say look and I will stare
I’ll be such a fool for you
Paint me a picture rosy rosy
Tuck me in cozy cozy
Love me to sleep though I’m wide awake
But don’t sing a song about a bough that breaks
CHORUS
© WD Picou, Half-Nutt Music, BMI
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8. |
Nothing Much
03:52
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NOTHING MUCH
There’s nothing on your plate now
Nothing in your cup
For one with such an appetite
How can nothing fill you up
Look into the mirror
Tell me what you see
If it’s true you only fool yourself
What can that image be
When I try to hold you, you feel cold to the touch
I ask you what you need and you tell me nothing much
Going nowhere and always in a rush
Singing nothing much, nothing much
Driving through the fog now
You only see your own headlights
Can’t see what’s coming at you
As you barrel through the night
Blind to what’s before you
And what you left behind
In your rear-view mirror
Only see your empty eyes
When I try to hold you, you feel cold to the touch
I ask you what you need and you tell me nothing much
Going nowhere and always in a rush
Singing nothing much, nothing much
Too much of nothing
but never enough
© WD Picou, Half-Nutt Music, BMI
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9. |
Think I Am
04:10
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THINK I AM
The trash can by the drawing board
Is filled to overflowing
The midnight oil in your lamp
Is eerily a-glowing
Every time you set your mind
You find that you must change it
There is a place for everything
If you're always rearranging
Cause
I'm not what you think you are
And you're not what I think I am
Think I am
See Alice in the looking glass
Inspecting her reflection
There is much more than meets the eye
Much more than two dimension
You and I
We gather round
And look over her shoulder
Beauty there is all around
For the eye of the beholder
Cause
I'm not what you think you are
And you're not what I think I am
Think I am
© WD Picou, Half-Nutt Music, BMI
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Bas Clas Louisiana
Bas Clas is a rock band from South Louisiana formed in the late 1970s by brothers Donnie & Steve Picou. The name is
pronounced "bahs clahs" and is derived from a Cajun phrase denoting those deemed "low class."
Known for their live shows, Bas Clas continues to build an expansive body of recorded work from an ongoing series of sessions begun in 2011 at Dockside Studio.
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