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When you have that one uncle, who's a bit of a player.

linktr.ee/illicitizen This is a history lesson about the beginnings of Disco in NYC. Follow DJ Nicky Siano from the Gallery, Paradise, and Studio 54. Listen to the disco inferno get sparking. lyrics Nicky's on the deck looking for the rain. He's been to the Loft and he's trying to get off. On West 22nd, later Mercer Street. Grace Jones and Loleatta Put the fire to the feet. Don't hang the art in the Gallery, don't hang the artist in the Studio. (bridge) We know how to chase the rabbits it is something that we learned in school. We know how to make it rain so you never wanna forget. We know how to chain the jungle and chase the drums into the storm. We know how to catch your eye so you never will forget you You're gonna tell me to get down. You are gonna tell me to get over it. You are gonna help me to get off, all the way, all the way. You're gonna tell me to get down. You are gonna tell me to get over it. You are gonna help me to get off all the way, all the way . Work don't pay the bills and all they are is cost. You can park in paradise and you can leave the lights on. Getting through to you is Getting into you. Getting inside you is the surest shot. Don't hang the art in the Gallery. Don't hang the artist in the Studio. We know how to chase the rabbits it is something that we learned in school. We know how to make it rain so you never wanna forget. We know how to chain the jungle and chase the drums into the storm. We know how to catch your eye so you never will forget you You're gonna tell me to get down. You are gonna tell me to get over it. You are gonna help me to get off, all the way, all the way. You're gonna tell me to get down. You are gonna tell me to get over it. You are gonna help me to get off all the way, all the way . instrumental -- Work don't pay the bills and all they are is cost you can park in paradise and you can leave the lights on Getting through to you is... Getting into you. Getting inside you is the surest shot. Don't hang the art in the Gallery, don't hang the artist in the Studio. We know how to chase the rabbits it is something that we learned in school. We know how to make it rain so you never wanna forget. We know how to chain the jungle and chase the drums into the storm. We know how to catch your eye so you never will forget you You're gonna tell me to get down. You are gonna tell me to get over it. You are gonna help me to get off, all the way, all the way. You're gonna tell me to get down. You are gonna tell me to get over it. You are gonna help me to get off all the way, all the way down. credits from Feathers and Wax, released July 16, 2012 lyrics vocal and electric guitar: eric cavanaugh. music, arrangement, electric bass guitar and orchestrations :maria zaccaro. drum programming: cavanaugh/zaccaro. license all rights reserved

I see the people coming down I watch the person getting off and in the midst it all looks the same I watched you by the wall drinking lite on your cycle of red and white well groomed and prosperous • call me irresponsible • call me to the festival • call me on the telephone • please he's popular and in control impossible to console inbred like all religeous folks are you watched him wading in the sewer he's in the lite of something newer the myths are just antiquities and dust • call me irresistable • call me at the restaurant • call as soon as possible • and bleeeeed - • call me impetuous • call me irreverent • call me while your still on your • knees wel come to the bottom again we got everything you need right here removing your top and bottom again I see everything I need real clear witness the rapture of his bender patient claims he won't surrender he's got a point and might do some harm we've IV'd BS PRN and punished with attention despite our anti socializing fees • call me imperious • call me insidious • push me off the precipice • please see the people coming down I watch the person getting off and in the midst it all looks the same I watched you by the wall drinking lite on your cycle of red and white well groomed and prosperous • call me irresponsible • call me to the festival • call me on the telephone • please he's popular and in control impossible to console inbred like all religeous folks are you watched him wading in the sewer he's in the lite of something newer the myths are just antiquities and dust • call me irresistable • call me at the restaurant • call as soon as possible • and bleeeeed - • call me impetuous • call me irreverent • call me while your still on your • knees wel come to the bottom again we got everything you need right here removing your top and bottom again I see everything I need real clear witness the rapture of his bender patient claims he won't surrender he's got a point and might do some harm we've IV'd BS PRN and punished with attention despite our anti socializing fees • call me imperious • call me insidious • push me off the precipice • please

get it here: https://linktr.ee/illicitizen lyrics: I can't see why you would even Imagine that? You've got rifles on parade but we're making a stand. We got everything we asked for but we still have demands. We've got love and everything you don't understand. We take part. You get fractions. We take heart. You get factions. The bridge ices over before the road. If you tightening up my belt you better loosen my load. If you're taking all my money you better hit the road. We're gonna fly, high now. If you're winding all the wind you better spin some new yarns. Because your fabic is a tonic of economic harm. Polling integrity is transit to the farm. We take feet, you get inches. We take miles you get measures. Your bayonets are fixed but ideas are broke. Your religion is a mirror that just went up in smoke. You always laugh along, but you never get the joke. We've got memory, morality and access to the law. We make history and art and justice for us all. We have words of inspiration but we don't afford a god. We take part. You get fractions. We take heart. You get factions. the civil disobedience is carried through the street. It's adopted by the tide that's lost on its' feet. Oh the tin of the drum dances on with the beat. We're gonna fly, high now. You got products everywhere so you're not all alone. You're prophet's in the air. So you can't call on the phone. We are dancing to the beat of the drums with your bones. We take feet, you get inches. We take miles you get measures. Your bayonets are fixed but ideas are broke. Your religion is a mirror that just went up in smoke. You always laugh along, but you never get the joke. credits from illicitizen, released June 10, 2010 music - illicitizen words - Cavanaugh license all rights reserved

Send a Message · illicitizen Feathers and Wax https://linktr.ee/illicitizen ℗ Illicitizen Released on: 2012-07-13

Find this at: https://linktr.ee/illicitizen Hey now I like the way you look. Those lips could charm my snake. I have no intention of making you an honest woman but you give what I take. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. I don't say this to every lady in here. But the one's that I have can testify. When you get off this shift, I'm ‘a let let you catch my drift. You’ll be up here with a brand new smile. Now I don't come around here making promises (baby-doll). My predictions are a matter of science. When you get off that dress, I'm ‘a let let you catch my shift. You’ll be up here with a brand new style. Uncross those legs and your little fingers. Luck doesn’t have a thing to do with me. I aint never had a righteous bone in me. But you could get a righteous one in you. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. I don't say this to every lady in here. But the one's that I have can testify. When you get off this shift, I'm ‘a let let you catch my drift. You’ll be up here with a brand new smile. Now I don't come around here making promises (baby-doll). My predictions are a matter of science. When you get outa that dress, I won't let you catch your breath. You’ll be up here praising my style. I don't want to know your history. Those other guys aint got nothin' on me. Make up your mind to go forward or backwards sweetheart. And back that thing up to me. No, I'm not here to be your protector. I am a standard known to industry. I know you need to forget about your problems so keep on barkin' up my tree. (woof woof woof) Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. Just like that. No Extras. I don't say this to every lady in here. But the one's that I have can testify. When you get off this shift, I'm ‘a let let you catch my drift. You’ll be up here with a brand new smile. Now I don't come around here making promises (baby-doll). My predictions are a matter of science. When you get outa that dress, I won't let you catch your breath. You’ll be up here praising my style. credits from Feathers and Wax, released July 16, 2012 lyrics vocal and electric guitar: eric cavanaugh music, arrangement, electric bass guitar and orchestrations: maria zaccaro drum programming: cavanaugh/zaccaro license all rights reserved

From our 2nd CD 'Feathers and Wax.' available here: https://linktr.ee/illicitizen lyrics: In my heart of darkness I will send a helicopter to retrieve you from the embassy rooftop over there where the policies left you stranded. From the empire’s ramparts over head where your love is left abandoned. Viet Cong, King Kong. bonus army send in MacArthur. Manila, Godzilla, a broken heart send in my CV. Everything comes at too high a cost Everything might get lost. Everything is Everything they sent reinforcements, they are not replacements they are not you, they can't be true. Everything comes at too high a cost. Everything might get lost. Everything is Everything. They hardened your defenses but left you defenseless, you protect me, I protect you. In my darkest hour we will fight the industry that would enslave you in the circus in the theater, from the air we hound them all. On the beaches, on the landing fields, in the streets and on TV. Documents of governments make monuments and they squander your credit. We infidels want stem cells while imbeciles get rock-paper-scissors. Everything comes at too high a cost Everything might get lost. Everything is Everything they sent reinforcements, they are not replacements they are not you, they can't be true. Everything comes at too high a cost. Everything might get lost. Everything is Everything. They hardened your defenses but left you defenseless, you protect me, I protect you. In my weakest minutes I will second a chariot to impress you. Firebirds and firebrands beat old sedans when rotors turn. Owed her tender odes to aircraft aloft we go and embrace the sky. Valentines, x-ray spex, sea monkeys, send in the coupon. A skunk ape, great escape, Persephone Is collecting flowers. Everything comes at too high a cost Everything might get lost. Everything is Everything they sent reinforcements, they are not replacements they are not you, they can't be true. Everything comes at too high a cost. Everything might get lost. Everything is Everything. They hardened your defenses but left you defenseless, you protect me, I protect you. credits from Feathers and Wax, released July 16, 2012 lyrics, vocal, electric guitar: Eric Cavanaugh. music, arrangement, electric bass guitar, orchestrations: Maria Zaccaro. drum programming: Cavanaugh/Zaccaro license all rights reserved