1. |
Stranger
04:10
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2. |
Better With You
04:10
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3. |
Don't Waste Your Love
02:51
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4. |
El Gato Negro
03:59
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(v1)A black cat from who knows where found its way onto our street
Along the way, he cross’d a hundred paths, and we all know what that means.
A strange feeling came upon us all, I knew what was coming our way
(We’d have to) accept the fact, that this cat was black, and here comes the dark days
(Pre) Bad luck, here we go.
Bad Luck, whooaaa.
(V2)A strange man, came to my house, knocked upon my door
And he asked if we’d seen his cat, he wasn’t accounted for.
I said, oh yeah we seen yo’ cat, and it was an unmistakable sign
I wished I’d never seen this evil feline, I wish it didn’t have nine lives.
(Pre)Bad luck, here we go.
Bad Luck, whooaaa
(Ch)Black Cat, are you what you seem?
If so, then stay away from me.
El Gato Negro, I’m scared of you
Black Cat, who are you?
(v3)The strange man, quickly said to us, be careful what you believe
The black cat is misunderstood, It can bring prosperity
If you’re willing to open your mind and change your point of view
Your life will be flush with love and happiness and good things will happen to you
(Pre)Bad luck, here we go.
Bad Luck, whooaaa
(Ch)Black Cat, are you what you seem?
If so, then stay away from me.
El Gato Negro, I’m scared of you
Black Cat, who are you
Guitar riff, solo,
(Ch)Black Cat, are you what you seem?
If so, then stay away from me.
El Gato Negro, I’m scared of you
Black Cat, who are you
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5. |
Sioux Falls
03:26
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6. |
Sandhills
05:19
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Sandhills
V1
I took a trip back to the Sandhills
I needed to clear my head for a while
Too much, too fast, not enough and nowhere
I need to get my bearing back.
V2
I retreated back to the Sandhills
Not really knowing, who my enemy was
Taking cover in the rolling lifelessness
Too many questions and things left undone.
Prechorus
Irreclaimable land, Blowing sand….withers my pain away.
Midwestern Sahara, and Native lands…redemption is why I pray.
Ch
I’ll take my chances in the Sandhills
It’s where no one will ever find me
And maybe, just maybe, just maybe the wind will tell me
Maybe it will show me the way
V3
Most people rush through and fail to really see this place
They drive 85 on 83 to escape this pastureland
But I came here to stay and graze awhile
A healthy diet of reflection, sky and sand
Prechorus
Irreclaimable land, Blowing sand….withers my pain away.
Midwestern Sahara, and Native lands…redemption is why I pray.
Ch
I’ll take my chances in the Sandhills
It’s where no one will ever find me
And maybe, just maybe, just maybe the wind will tell me
Maybe it will show me the way
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7. |
Intersections
04:00
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8. |
Cemetery Mornings
05:13
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9. |
Two Balconies
04:28
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10. |
Outlaw Hero
05:21
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(Verse 1)
Stale coffee from a vending machine
Simple pleasures keep the mental peace
The day is done,(yeah, yeah), but the work will never cease
Using light from the frozen moon
Dark glasses in the afternoon
Sure footed in the wild, at home in streets
(Chorus)
I don’t mean to push, but I’m being shoved
This outlaw hero’s had enough
My a-moral compass points a little differently than yours.
I think you’re smart enough to know,
Not to, let your weakness show
But this outlaw hero is like none you’ve seen before
(Verse 2)
There will be a shattered silence
And a much different kind of violence
A Modern Day Hero, who’s ready to explode
I hate being in this position.
It’s like another dirty addiction.
Being strong isn’t what you hold, its what you let go.
(Chorus)
I don’t mean to push, but I’m being shoved
This outlaw hero’s had enough
My a-moral compass points a little differently than yours.
I think you’re smart enough to know,
Not to, let your weakness show
But this outlaw hero is like none you’ve seen before
(Verse 3)
Bread crums from a distant trail
And the powerless will prevail
It’s time for you to turn down your microphone
Tic toc beats cybertime
I can’t agree and I won’t play nice
My shiftless mind, and my sturdy backbone
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Mixing rock/blues guitar with progressive drums and distinct vocals, the Des Moines, IA based band, One Hundred Mondays’ is
pure rock, both vintage and progressive and will appeal to a wide range of rock enthusiasts.
Jerrid Kruse and Eric Schmidt has joined with Tom Buckmiller and have discovered a rising soulful rock voice in Michael Couvillon and thus, ONE HUNDRED MONDAYS has formed.
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