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I’m in your room
She's on the phone
Pay attention to me
Hit the hang up tone
You think you're a stud
You two timing fool
You better go back
To rock and roll school
Rock and roll school
Where you study the book of love (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
You got two girls
Which one you gonna get rid of (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
How many pieces in a cherry pie
Better learn how to count
Or it’s your turn to cry
Kiss me again
I’m not finished with you yet
You’re gonna lose me, boy
If you light that cigarette
You’re such a loser
And I’m playing to win
And I’ll be long gone
If you pick that phone up again
Rock and roll school
Where you study the book of love (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
You got two girls
Which one you gonna get rid of (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
How many pieces in a cherry pie
Better learn how to count
Or it’s your turn to cry
You’re one dumb honey
What happened to your cool
If you want to keep my lovin'
You gotta go back to rock and roll school
Rock and roll school
Where you study the book of love (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
You got two girls
Which one you gonna get rid of (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
How many pieces in a cherry pie
Better learn how to count
Or it’s your turn to cry
Rock and roll school
Where you study the book of love (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
You got two girls
Which one you gonna get rid of (rock and roll school, rock and roll school)
How many pieces in a cherry pie
Better learn how to count
Or it’s your turn to cry
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when we ourselves were children
'twas never our wish to freeze the time
we moved ahead with every day
advancing with each eager chime
the shape of our child's face does change
each fortnight as her ambitions grow
we wish in pain to freeze the hour
time pulls her and we must let go
so she may do as we once did
leaving her baby face behind
she bravely cuts the bamboo down
and sees a world we failed to find
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The fighting was strong in Dublin
You taught me the rebel songs
In the Irish bars of London
We sang to carousing throngs
In time we fell in love
And lost our fighting zeal
Left the Irish bars of London
And with them, our ideals
But the craic was always good and hearty
And every night felt like a party
You on the bodhran and mandolin
Me singing with you and glowing within
And so, we sailed to Boston
Across the Atlantic Sea
When your feet touched Eastern sand
Your heart pulled away from me
You knew inside your Irish heart
Our love could never be
In the Irish bars of London
Lie my heart's memories
For the craic was always good and hearty
And every night felt like a party
You on the bodhran and mandolin
Me singing with you and glowing within
Whether patriots or traitors
Depends on our first vows
If we fought once for freedom
What do we fight for now
What was lost along the way
Somewhere remains true
In the Irish bars of London
I'm still in love with you
When the craic was always good and hearty
And every night felt like a party
You on the bodhran and mandolin
Me singing with you and glowing within
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Lyrics by Bill White
Music & Vocal by Jerry Pettit
She gave me her songs
And I gave her mine.
I believed that our songs
Would be forever entwined.
CHORUS
Now I'm LOST INSIDE A LOVE SONG,
Just me and no one else,
Made for 2 part harmony,
But now I'm singing by myself.
My songs were hers,
And hers were mine.
Now just a batch of love songs
From another place and time.
CHORUS
Now I'm LOST INSIDE A LOVE SONG,
Just me and no one else,
Made for 2 part harmony,
But now I'm singing by myself.
GUITAR SOLO
I have another bunch of songs now
I sing them with a traveling band
But in my heart I still am singing
Melodies made of sand.
CHORUS
Now I'm LOST INSIDE A LOVE SONG,
Just me and no one else,
Made for 2 part harmony,
But now I'm singing by myself.
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ten years since
the trouble commenced
and the white tribes
bled their blame
into the rivers
that flowed like silver
across indian plains
dont even try to justify it
you've got nothing to say
laying rail cross indian graves
broken backs breaking legs
lasting low near pasco
where robins are selling robin's eggs
three mothers three pities
three clouds pinching three cities
some have drowned in the fountains
some have gone into the mountains?
sickness in the valley and prairie
the earth has turned to rock where they are buried
tear down the walls
to build a great white way
dont even try to justify it
you've got nothing to say
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released November 13, 2022
