At Yer Place

by The Party on High Street

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LukeFest playlist Funky folk for fun. This album is all about the story - great lyrics with a funky beat. Favorite track: Customs Office.
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1.
03:18
Well damn, my dog just died I guess it was her time I put her in the dirt where she lived her life And where I spent most of mine Walkin’ back to the car Wipe a tear up off my face With a squishy step, and a grinnin’ lip I looked down and started to sing And I sang Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo I got scat on my shoe Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo Got a little jazz on my blues Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo I got scat on my shoe What am I to do with all this funk on my soul well I stepped in it for you I drove over to the pub Go play pool for a bit Well rig-a-ling-a-ling and I met you Out in the smoke pit You called me a name or two You’ve been brushing up on your french Well Le puppy le lieu, had gotten to you And this is what I said And I said Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo I got scat on my shoe Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo Got a little jazz on my blues Shu-bi-du-wop boo-hoo I got scat on my shoe What am I to do with all this funk on my soul well I stepped in it for you Yeah I stepped in it for you
2.
03:27
I got holes in my pants (holes in my pants) Holes in my pants I got holes in my pants (holes in my pants) To help me keep my cool Oh yeah Damn that feels good I got a new pair over there But I like my second hand better I got holes in my pants (holes in my pants) Holes in my pants I got holes in my pants (holes in my pants) To help me keep my cool Oh yeah Man that feels nice I’ve tried on my fair share And I like my second hand better I got holes in my soul (holes in my soul) Holes in my soul I got holes in my soul (holes in my soul) To keep my feet on the ground Oh yeah And they work with my thumb But you’re looking back with your right Thats what my second hand’s better I got holes in my head (holes in my head) Holes in my head I got holes in my head (holes in my head) To put some piece of mind Oh yeah And it takes time to heal I’m starin’ at the big hand But I like the second hand better I like my second hand better
3.
Somethin’s startin’ to tweak and I can’t quite put my finger on it So I guess I’ll just lay down my hand and hope I win The old man said “If you ain’t full of shit, You probably just don’t eat enough” Riki-tiki-tavi yeah the mongoose is still crash in’ on the couch but I wouldn’t go near him, he’s a bit of a grouch He tried to bite me when I tried to steal his magical pouch But I don’t think he’s that tough Jumpin’ off a cliff with absolutely no intention to die All I really wanted to do was smell the sky And oh my my why I think it’s gone ripe All the clouds have turned brown, and the blue taste’s like shite And I forgot my kite, and I can’t find my fly And there’s nothin’ to stop me from fallen’ all night Except maybe the ground, which is on it’s way up So I’ll just close my eyes Thank you for waking me up yeah the sandman was getting’ rough well I know it’s not real, but the knight could be real You could call me sir real Thank you for bringing’ me back Where making sense is where it’s at Well I know it’s not real, yeah I know it’s not real I’m just getting’ a little tired of it all Climbin’ back up the cliff upside down with only my feet Just to carry a big fat basket full of meat And I have to ask myself when I reach the peak “How did I get here”? Luckily at the top there’s my friend with a sezna plane And he says he only takes fresh game as pay So I hop in shot gun, shoot through the grunge Pop up and the plunge, then nose dive to a lunge And we crashed into the grass of southern africa, and after climbing out We saw the sun-drought tundra plundered with hundreds of little popsicles, “Take a lick if you like”, the little tiki lad cried I think I might, but I know the price Thank you for the little nudge But I have to admit I was having fun Well I know it’s not real, yeah I know it’s not real, Let me tell you ‘bout real The bills, the cage, the man, the rage The scream, the cheat, the hoax, the heat The flu, the blues, that prove the lies The double quarter-pounder with fries Insomnia’s making me ill I think I’ll pop a little pill Thank you for putting’ me down I was starting to lose my ground Well I know it’s not real, but the knight could be real You could call me sir real Thank you for letting me sleep That’s where I want to be Well I know it’s not real, yeah I know it’s not real I’m just getting’ a little tired of it all Getting’ a little tired of it all
4.
02:54
Ba-ba-ba bitch got my bone And she won’t let go Bitch got my bone That pup just does it for sport Bitch got my bone And she won’t let go I’m holding on to my pride ‘Cause it’s tug of war I just don’t understand It’s not hers to keep What I hold in my hand She’s got in her teeth Maybe I got it all wrong It might not be about scrap meat Maybe she’s just pulling me along Into the doghouse to feast Ba-ba-ba bitch got my bone And she won’t let go Bitch got my bone That pup just does it for sport Bitch got my bone And she won’t let go I’m holding on to my pride ‘Cause it’s tug of war Sometimes I feel a little used When I sit alone She’ll only ever come to you If you got a bone So eat up all of your steaks And leave the marrow for the hound ‘Cause if you think you got what it takes Be ready to get pounced Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Bow-wow-wow-wow-wow Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Snarlin’ through her fangs Her eyes are set to kill Winnin’ is not her thang Her goal’s just to get her fill Ba-ba-ba bitch got my bone And she won’t let go Bitch got my bone That pup just does it for sport Bitch got my bone And she won’t let go Well I let go of my pride And won tug of war
5.
I dream lucidly when I drive Between the painted white and yellow eyes I see your turn just past the trees And breathe deep as I swerve asleep I know two wrongs don’t make a right And I only mean the best I sure as hell ain’t join’ strait And that is why I took three lefts Now I’m swimming in the bottles bottom And I’ve had to much to think I’m staring in the eyes of autumn And I’m drinking about you I woke in my bed with a beating head A note beside me said I know two wrongs don’t make a right And I think you mean the best But when you can’t even see strait You were lucky I was left Now I’m swimming in the bottles bottom And I’ve had to much to think I’m staring in the eyes of autumn And I’m drinking about you
6.
03:05
She calls herself the master race But she wouldn’t let me run Nobody ever gets to chase Until the suit shoots the gun Now there’s powder on my shoe Nobody ever asked why Nobody ever has to lose In a good ol’ fashion tie Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-choo Yeah you smell just like a flower I bet you’re pollinatin’ soon You better step inside the shower ‘Cause somewhere past the bend Hay fever thumbed a ride I guess nobody wins In a good ol’ fashion tie I like my vegetables raw So I can taste it’s past So why you cooking’ that so long just trying’ to make the fast last I’ll take it strait from the tin But you can taste the price At least everyone wins With a good ol’ tasty thai Cock-a-doodle-doodle bang yeah someone finally capped the rooster Who pulled the trigger on that thang Thank god it could of happened sooner But I bet I know who Someone who won’t deny That everybody must lose In a good ol’ fashion tie duck-duck-duck-duck-duck-duck goose Yeah you finally let me run Now the dogs are on the loose That sounded like the same gun And I bet I know who Someone who can’t deny That everybody must choose In a good ol’ fashion tie
7.
03:21
I got a friend who likes to grow tiny little trees He has tiny little hands, and tiny little dreams Has a tiny little hut, and tiny little gloves And anything he’s got, he’s got tiny little of Sometimes I like to visit, but never unannounced If I walk in to big I get the boot from his house I like to get on his nerve’s, to get that big rise But only to cut somthin’ else down to size It’s just one more snip Off the bonsai tree of friendship It’s just one more snip Off the bonsai tree of friendship It’s just one more snip Off the bonsai tree of friendship It’s just one more snip He grows tiny little trees, and I know it ain’t for science I think he wants to feel like a tiny little giant I call him out on this, he brings up a big point He says I can’t enjoy the little things in life It’s just one more snip Off the bonsai tree of friendship Nature’s not the same old nature of the past Instead of just remove, you can graph a branch The trick is to trim in all the right places Keep the foliage lush, and leave room for some spaces It’s just one more snip Off the bonsai tree of friendship
8.
The axe plummets from the sky to split fuel for the fire And the dog is chained outside because he called me a liar The leader’s been conscripted, now the peasant is in charge We like to keep our dreams small, so it’s easy to live large The fire’s almost ready But who brought the match? The knife widdle’s down a piece, to split kindling’ for the flame And the kids all play with gasoline when the water fight gets lame They climb up the snakes when winning doesn’t matter But they fall down with the serpents when they slither down the ladders The fire’s almost ready But who brought the match? The hand crumples up the paper that the nation’s use to learn The world’s present story is best used to burn The dog finally broke his collar and he pissed all on my walls Now I eat what I’m told, and always come when I’m called The fire’s almost ready But who brought the match?
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I’m float in’ down the highway on a concrete stream With a bladder full of piss and a head full of dreams Watching the ground turn from green to brown We found a little town that was big time bound All the cars had turned to trucks, and all the bar stars were bruised I guess they still had sidewalks, but they never got used So on and on we went, just to gone to be wrong But we couldn’t unclog ourselves from Fort St. John Now I’m Swirlin’ around in the john Swirlin around in the john It all flows down a pit And we’re all a piece of it Yeah I’m swirling around in the john I woke up in the morning’ with a grumble in my tummy So I slid open the door to the van for some honey but the door just kept on sliding’ clear off the van Looks like we have a sticky situation on our hands Well we jimmy-rigged it all together with a rope To go find a mechanic who might not mind that we’re broke We found an old man who shook his head at what we did And he flushed our system and he closed our lid We squeezed back in and were packing’ a load There were porcelain clouds on a glorious road But we got T-boned by a deer trying to squeeze it out of town So I guess we best just keep swirlin’ around Now I’m Swirlin’ around in the john Swirlin around in the john It all flows down a pit And we’re all a piece of it Yeah I’m swirling around in the john Standin’ in the rain trying to thumb a ride I’ve been soaking for days, and I’m on the scruffy side Not that it matters, ‘cause it’s not up to me Only the great hand of god can flush me free Well the water’s rising quickly and the sewers all are filled I’d run for higher ground, but I can’t see a hill So god if you can grant me just a smidgen of hope I’ll get a job and put a down payment on a boat And forever be Swirlin’ around in the john Swirlin around in the john It all flows down a pit And we’re all a piece of it Yeah I’m swirling around in the john You might as well just sit ‘Cause everybody gets stuck sometime or another I’m swirling’ around in the john
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12.
I’m sleeping on the floor of the customs office Wishing I was high, but just feeling a bit noxious I’ve been traveling around a long long time And I almost made it home until they put me in this line Well it coulda’ been the dreads, it could have been a scam It could have been me passport that said Amsterdam Coulda’ been my buddy with the big blonde ‘fro Or my brother on the guitar rocking’ out like a mofo (yo) But nevertheless here we are We got an hour left until our plane is gone When will the cops understand If we were smuggling’ drugs we wouldn’t dress like a band (‘Cause this is the border, and I’m in charge Livin’ large, a barrage, your freedoms, I demean ‘em I’m inspecting you deep, while protecting the sheep And I’ll be haunting you in your pathetic sleep I’m projecting my insecurities through this obscenity You better say please, or pay the fees, you’ll be on your knees, Think you can pass? well you better think fast Or you’re gonna get a big ol’ shock-a-blast) There must of been ten cops there that we could see Oh yeah, you think that they’d at least pretend to look a little busy Well we finally got called up, split into different groups All fatigued and confused, as we all got interviewed (I said sonny, you ever smoke dope) Nope (You ever hop into a shop to rock that foreign pot I hope you washed your bag down with soap) Nope (‘Cause I’m swabbing’ that shit And if it’s there, you’re toast) So he reached in carefully, and the first thing he could see Was a CD in a sleeve that looked awfuly empty Then he looked up back to me, and proceeded to say (Do you play in The Party on High Street?) I gave a little grin that I couldn’t hide if I tried And said “yeah man, that’s how I get high” But nevertheless we were all clean They let us go when they knew we wouldn’t catch our plane When will the cops interrogate The guy who actually looks like he might be making any money When will the cops understand If we were smuggling’ drugs we souldn’t dress like a band
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14.
The rubber on my tongue ripped in your ear And you heard a couple things that you weren’t supposed to hear Some bitter somethings, are more than sweet nothings Some spit on your earring, and a new world is born I built a cradle out of a dream you once had You kept it a secret until I licked you pineal gland Rock-a-bye babe, the tree tops are safe As mother hen prays, the heavens are torn The sky is falling The sky is falling The sky is falling But the ceilin’ The ceilin’ is soarin’ I don’t mean to be rash, if I rub you the wrong way But red patches are blooming all across your mountain face Get slapped by the breeze, the back hand of the sea Spread a pretty disease, and watch the whole valley blush The sky is falling The sky is falling The sky is falling But the ceilin’ The ceilin’ is so High above the ocean And inside the walls are crumbling’ While the sky is drowning’ The ceilin’ The ceilin’ is soarin’
15.
05:16
She plays the silence Although the music is gone The song still goes on She strums her patience With no pick Although the lyrics are wrong The song still goes on She floats like I do With eyes shut Although the river seems long It’s still the same song Tock tick, clock skipped No time to fix Maybe I’ll just let it be Maybe all that I need is a different beat Her spirit rambles With no pick And we’ll still see the same dawn And hear the same song The rivers frozen I can’t skate Although you’re out of sight The song holds you tight Tock tick, clock skipped No time to fix Maybe I’ll just let it be Maybe all that I need is a different beat

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An all-acoustic funk-folk amalgamation

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released March 17, 2015

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The Party On High Street Victoria, British Columbia

Since finding each other in Nelson, B.C. in 2008, the party has evolved it's signature feel-good funk jams. We are a lively dance-inducing mix of funk, folk and jazz fuelled rock n' roll, joyfully delivered and presented like a funbomb waiting to make you jive. Our band sings of peculiar youthful enchantments, weird love, and some of the odder aspects of life. Full Electric album due soon ... more

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