Archive for the ‘Black Crowes’ Category

Struttin’ Blues

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

Hey boys, buzzin’ bee stingin’
Ringing ears never gonna’ stop
Stand tall sickness creeping right on
Struttin’ blues gonna’ find me again

Got my head spinnin’ round
Wonderin’ when it’s gonna stop
Got my head spinnin’ round
Wonderin’ when it’s gonna stop

Out...

Mellow Down Easy

Sunday, March 6th, 2011

You jump jump here
You jump jump there
You jump jump jump everywhere
Then you mellow down easy
Mellow down easy
You mellow down easy when you really wanna blow your top

You shake shake here
You shake shake there
You shake shake shake everywhere
Then you mellow down easy
Mellow down easy
You mellow down easy...

Cypress Tree

Friday, December 24th, 2010

So you found yourself a killer
The one with blue eyes
I guess the bloodstains on the blanket don’t lie
Well I guess I saw it comin’
Like a boy I just kept runnin’
But through this crime I have survived

Chorus:
They’re gonna hang you from the cypress tree
The crowd gonna cheer when they see you swing

Thorn In My Pride

Friday, October 8th, 2010

Wake me when the day breaks
show me how the sun shines
tell me ’bout your heartache, who could be so unkind
do you dream to touch me?
and smile down deep inside…
or could you just kill me?
hey..it’s hard to make up your mind sometimes

my angels, my devils…thorn in my pride
my angels, my devils…thorn...

Don’t Wake Me

Thursday, September 16th, 2010

"Get Chris in here. Hey Chris! Have you got a minute? What?" 
Gonna stop on the dot
Got hte ground all shaking
The wink of and eye
See the noose still swinging
Feeling tounge tied
And I’ll nver sop falling
Waste of my time
And the girls start stalling 
Don’t wake me up
don’t wake...

Just Say You’re Sorry

Sunday, September 12th, 2010

It ain’t funny
It ain’t cute
Can’t be conceit, there’s an ____________
Oh no, but things dont’ work that way baby 
Dont’ click your heels
Don’t give a hoot
Don’t want a twenty-one gun salute
Never do
Tell me, tell me baby what you want 
You suggested that we bury...

Hotel Illness

Tuesday, June 15th, 2010

Oh good heavens, baby where’s my medicine?
I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker’s rule of thumb
It’s hard to talk with a novocain tongue

This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can’t seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment.

Hypnotize...