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Somebody Else
00:47
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SOMEBODY ELSE
by WD Picou
Somebody else sleeps on your pillow
Somebody else turns out the light
Somebody else to see in dreamland
Somebody else all through the night
All through the night All through the night
Once I saw my picture
There up on your shelf
Now I see you've put the frame
Around somebody else
Somebody else Somebody else
Somebody else pulls on the covers
Somebody else to call your name
Somebody else to light your candle
Somebody else to burn the flame
Burn the flame Burn the flame
Once I saw my name
In a book up on your shelf
Now between the covers
You write somebody else
Somebody else Somebody else
Somebody else to keep a secret
Somebody else to hold you tight
Somebody else to see in dreamland
Somebody else all through the night
Memories and souvenirs
Sit up on your shelf
Now I see you've filled my space
With somebody else
Somebody else Somebody else
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2. |
Loaded Gun
02:16
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LOADED GUN
by WD Picou
Well my aim is high, I shoot straight from the heart
I just try again if I miss my mark
With every step I take you know I take a chance
But I won't waste my love, I won't kill romance
Why, why, why does everybody run?
I think they think my love is a loaded gun
Love's got people falling left and right
In the middle of the day, in the heat of the night
Neath the rays of the sun and the light of the moon
I've seen people hit while hiding in a room
Why, why, why does everybody run?
I think they think my love is a loaded gun
There's lots of walking wounded from the point of Cupid's dart
Some got holes in their head, some got holes in their heart
With caution to the wind walk unafraid
You know I wouldn't hurt you, why do you turn away
Why, why, why does everybody run?
I think they think my love is a loaded gun
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3. |
Whistling Wind
03:58
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WHISTLING WIND
by WD Picou
The whistling wind
brings a message to me
It whispers the words
as it winds around me
I hear music everywhere
even when there's no one there
Singing sounds
come to me
I hear voice in harmony
The tropical breeze
sings a topical tune
The dry desert air
draws me into a room
I hear music in the air
Bringing stories from somewhere
Whether storm
or gentle breeze
I hear voice in harmony
I hear the song
that you're singing to me
I linger on the lines
of your sweet melody
I hear music all around
in every noise and every sound
And even then
you talk to me
I hear voice in harmony
I hear music in the air
Bringing stories from somewhere
Whether storm
or gentle breeze
I hear voice in harmony
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4. |
Fireworks
03:11
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FIREWORKS
by WD Picou
I listen to the fireworks on Independence Day
It sounds like gunfire from far away
I think of Belfast and El Salvador
Those people live an everyday war
Mothers with groceries
and soldiers with guns Share the same sidewalk
for a walk in the sun
A walk in the sun
See all the action on the nightly news
Body bags, body counts, Death in review
You don't know why they're fighting
but you still pick a side
as you watch from the sidelines
and cheer for your side
Children with slingshots and soldiers with guns
Fight for the sidewalk
and a place in the sun
A place in the sun
Somewhere a soldier kills a young girl
the satellite brings the shot round the world
I hear the gunfire from far away
It sounds like fireworks
on Independence Day
With weapons of rubber
and plastic and glass
They fight for the sidewalk
and they'll fight for the last place in the sun
Place in the sun
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5. |
Talk
02:32
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TALK
by WD Picou
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
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6. |
Dead End Street
02:24
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DEAD END STREET
by WD Picou
I watched cars go in and not come back
The signs were fake it was a trap
And now they’re lost with no escape
They can’t turn around cause they’re driving straight
Down a one way
Dead end street
It’s just a one way
Dead end street yeah
Cars of people so polite
No honking horns no flashing lights
Follow the leader one by one
Nobody really knows which way they’re going
Down a one way dead end street
It’s just a one way
Dead end street
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7. |
Charlie
04:34
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CHARLIE
by WD Picou
I think I hear footsteps, Charlie
They must be coming here
I feel the ground is trembling
They must be getting near
I can't hear what they're saying now
They keep their voices low
This part's really scary
I can't take it anymore
We left home so long ago
We traveled so far
The flowers smell familiar but I don't know where we are
I think I hear a bugle, Charlie
Playing on the shore
I don't know what it means exactly
But I've heard that tune before
It has such a lonely sound
I feel so sad and blue
I wish we could get out of here
I wish that we could move
We left home so long ago
We traveled so far
The flowers smell familiar but I don't know where we are
Someone's right above me, Charlie
They know I'm hiding here
I thought I felt a raindrop, Charlie
Salty as a tear
How long have we been underground
Have we ever seen the light
I'd like to send a message home
But I don't know what to write
We left home so long ago
We traveled so far
The flowers smell familiar but I don't know where we are
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8. |
What I Know
03:02
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WHAT I KNOW
by WD Picou
Sometimes it feels
like I know too much
I have heard
that ignorance is bliss
It all started out
with an innocent touch
led right up
to a passionate kiss
Sometimes I wish I didn't love her
I wish I didn't know what I know
I wish I didn't love her
I wish I could let it all go
I fell in live
I committed the crime
I plead guilty
in the first degree
I can't get back
to innocent times
So go ahead
and judge and sentence me
Sometimes I wish I didn't love her
I wish I didn't know what I know
I wish I didn't love her
I wish I could let it all go
Right now it feels
like my heart's on fire
it keeps on burning
like a white-hot coal
I get so overcome
with desire
that I begin to feel
like I'm losing control
Sometimes I wish I didn't love her
I wish I didn't know what I know
I wish I didn't love her
I wish I could let it all go
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9. |
La Ti Da
03:18
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LA TI DA
by WD Picou
I slipped into a discotheque
The room was full, the air was thick
The place was filled with dancing fools
Mask and costume were the rule
CHORUS:
Singers singing
La la la ti da
Dancers dancing
La la la ti da
The singers say
The song don't mean a thing
I went into an uptown bar
Where no one cares just who you are
All it takes is one good look
To classify you in their book
CHORUS
I went to a country club
Where there they dance the elbow rub
They add a twist to shimmy-shake
And talk about the great escape
CHORUS:
Music playing
La la la ti da
Dancers swaying
La la la ti da
The singers say
The song don't mean a thing
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10. |
Try
02:56
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TRY
by WD Picou
She feels hurt
Deserted
And what's worse
She don't deserve it
She's feeling tired
She wants to give up
Please tell her
She's got to keep up
She's got to try
(Just a little bit)
She gave her love
And got back none
And though she knows
She's not the only one
She's feeling used
She wants to go down
Please tell her
She's got to hang around
She's got to try
(Just a little bit)
She waited long
But no one came
She lived through heartache
And lonely pain
And now she's tired
She wants to let go
Please tell her
Tell her no!
She's got to try
(Just a little bit)
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11. |
Borderline
03:48
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BORDERLINE
by WD Picou
She looks out through the bedroom window
Bitterness etched upon her face
Unhappy with her lot in life
Unhappy with her dreadful place
She hopes her prince will come and they'll ride in the setting sun
The setting sun
Waiting for her prince to come
Yet, there she sits her dreams all colored in wine
She vows to leave, tonight she'll cross
The bored, bored, bored
Borderline
Oh, Sleeping Beauty, Oh, Cinderella
Hold your life in your own hands
Don't wait up for the perfect stranger
Don't give in to Superman
Her prince may come tonight
But that won't promise a Perfect Life
The Perfect Life
She's waiting for a Perfect Life
Yet, there she sits her dreams all colored in wine
She vows to leave, tonight she'll cross
The bored, bored, bored
Borderline
I see her through the bedroom window
I beckon her to come outside
She sees me but turns away
Cause disappointments rule her life
She hopes her prince will come
And they'll ride in the setting sun
The setting sun
She's waiting for her prince to come
Yet, there she sits her dreams all colored in wine
She vows to leave, tonight she'll cross
The bored, bored, bored
Borderline
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12. |
Mood for Love
02:56
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MOOD FOR LOVE
by WD Picou
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
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ALLONS DANSER
by WD Picou
It's late at night
and our sorrows are drowned
All is quiet
round the old hometown
The lines that form
in the morning light
Are out of mind
Now that they're out of sight
Worries are forgotten
Trouble's all gone
Let's put off till tomorrow
While the band plays on
CHORUS:
Allons danser allons danser
Yippee yippee ti yo
Yippee yippee ti yay
Looking at the world
through eyes of glass
Laughing at the world
While it all goes past
Now the drawn curtain
hides the pouring rain
and the child's face
pressed against the window pane
The dancers spin
round the middle of the floor
They close their eyes
As the band plays more
CHORUS
It's late at night
sorrows are drowned
All is quiet
Round the old hometown
Them safe behind their castle walls
Thinking safe from the fate that awaits us all
Them looking at the world through eyes of glass
Them laughing at the world as it all goes past
But now the drawn curtains hide the pouring rain
And the child's face pressed against the window pane
The lines that form in the morning light
Are out of mind
Now that they're out of sight
Worries are forgotten
Trouble's all gone
Let's put off till tomorrow
While the band plays on
CHORUS
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14. |
Serfin' USA
04:09
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SERFIN' USA
by WD Picou, S Picou, T Cobena, G Thistlethwaite
The foreman says "Johnny can you work late?"
Johnny says "Yes sir", right away
He's a smart young boy at the top of his class
You can tell by looking - you don't have to ask
He's serfin
Serfin USA
Everybody around the world
Every boy - every girl
Is taking part in this crazy craze
Serfin USA
Johnny says he'd like to borrow some dough
One for the money - two for the show
He gets a company loan it keeps him satisfied
You can tell by that far-away look in his eyes
He's serfin
Serfin USA
There's people lining up on the shores
And sneaking in across the borders
Everybody's trying to find this phasey phase
They're serfin USA
Serfin USA
Johnny gets two weeks off with pay
But he never gets too far away
He's back on Monday ready to go
Ready for another hitch you just know
He's serfin
Serfin USA
Some learn fast, some learn slow
Let me tell you what I know
If you work hard both night and day
You'll be serfin USA
In the USA work work
In the USA work work
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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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