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Little Satchel
04:46
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I Tell You What
02:01
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I told You Once, I told you twice,
I told you thrice just to be nice
But that now your mind is shut, what can I do,
I tell you what
You had your time, you had your way
You had to know they're come a day
When those dirty deals you cut
Would do you in I tell you what
Tell me when, tell me when
Tell me when this game will end
First you cry and say you'll change
Then you do it all again
Tell me how, tell me how
Tell me how to move on now
Like a wagon in a rut
There it is I tell, you what
Tell me why you and I
Can't fly off and kiss the sky
Walk away, hand in hand
To the good old by and by
So I'll say it once again, I love you 'til the very end
Sharpen up let's make the cut
There it is I tell you what
Why can't I keep my big mouth shut
There it is, I tell you what
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3. |
5 Minutes
04:02
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4. |
Stars in Your Eyes
03:45
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5. |
High Fallutin' Newton
02:47
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The Great Cornspiracy
03:14
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Spread the Word! Pass it On! Share and Share Alike!
Label GMOs! Tell Monsanto to get bent! Who Controls the Food Controls the Masses!
The Great Cornspiracy
Willie sounded the alarm and moved to save those family farms
But the Great Cornspiracy is upon us
Consolidation was the key that brought the families to their knees
Oh, the Great Cornspiracy is here
Own the patent own the seed and they’ll decide who they will feed
The Great Cornspiracy’s upon us
Begging Masters for some crumbs you can be sure will never come
Oh, the Great Cornspiracy is here
It's a Cornspiracy, it's further than the eye can see
This is not some careless accusation
Cornspiracy will be our future slavery
Unite and fight or face our ruination
We the people must make a stand before the Beast devours the land
Oh, The Great Cornspiracy’s upon us
Though its ripe and in your hand t’is not the benefit of Man
Oh the Great Cornispiracy is here
Our beloved Agriculture is being circled by a vulture
Oh, The Great Cornspiracy’s upon us
And if the kill the bees, hand to God, we’re on our knees
Oh, The Great Cornspiracy’s upon us
Cornspiracy will be the end of you and me
It happened while we sat upon our asses
Cornspiracy the endgame of humanity
For who controls the food controls the masses
If must reap what They sow then we can’t eat what we grow
The Great Cornspiracy’s upon us
Do not hoe brother, no, lest we sow the seeds of woe
The Great Cornspiracy is here
Surely, there is no greater sign that the World has lost it’s mind
The Great Cornspiracy’s upon us
Instead of feeding theirs and ours we’re burning food inside our cars
The Great Cornspiracy is here
Cornspiracy further than the eye can see
This is not some baseless allegation
Cornspiracy will be our future slavery
Unite and fight or face our ruination
This land was your land this land was my land
Sold out from under us for a hundred million grand
If we don’t stand up and put our fists up
In this land they’ll bury you and me
So we say hell no to you Monsanto
You can not make us grow what we don’t want to
You are the bad seed ripened on poison and greed
That land ain’t made for you and me
Cornspiracy further than the eye can see
It happened while we sat upon our asses
Cornspiracy the endgame of humanity
For who controls the food controls the masses
For who controls the food controls the masses
credits
released 29 October 2013
Music and Lyrics by Jonah Shue
Performed by the Country Club
Recorded by Steve Fulton at the Audiolab in Boise, ID
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Plastic Flowers
03:18
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Plastic Flowers
AS I sit in this jailhouse and look ‘round the place
I just have to laugh at some things
Half-hearted attempts to brighten the space
Attempts to deny what it is
A picture of valleys and mountains complete
A bowl full of candy that nobody eats
And there in the corner white, yellow, and red
A bouquet of flowers, not living or dead
Oh, plastic flowers, what do they mean
It’s the saddest attempt that this man’s ever seen
And who put them there was it some kind of joke?
Those plastic flowers only give me false hope
I can’t cry anymore as I rot in this cell
My luck has run out, bridges burned
When it’s all said, there’s no story to tell
But maybe I’ve got what I earned
And those plastic flowers sit there day after day
It’s been years since someone brushed the cobwebs away
No one cares about them, no one come to see
How I feel for those flowers, ‘cause they’re just like me
Oh, plastic flowers, what do they mean
It’s the saddest attempt that this man’s ever seen
And who put them there was it some kind of joke?
Those plastic flowers only give me false hope
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8. |
Hey, Little Girl
02:31
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9. |
She Was Epic
03:25
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11. |
Walk Along John
02:41
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The Country Club Boise, Idaho
The Country Club from Boise, Idaho plays original and traditional music from the front lines of the nostalgia wars. Their
sound, while drawn from the well of classic country, honky tonk, and bluegrass rings and twangs with modernity and occasional urbanity. From dark and dirty to clean and pristine the Country Club is as at home on the range as it is in an uptown club or saloon downtown.
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