1. |
Gonna Get It Right
04:03
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Never was no kind of answer
to all my mama's prayers
whatever it is that makes a
man go and choose to make himself a better man
well I guess I never got my fair share
I was headed out for somewhere
I had no reason to be
when you came out of nowhere just in time
to save me from my foolish sympathies
Gonna get it right this time
gonna get it right this time
well, it's the last time, baby,
and I've gotta get it right this time
Never see things black and white
don't really think about it much
but I've never been so sure I'm in the
right place at the right time
every time I feel the strength of your touch
it's so hard to keep a straight line
but you're still waiting to see
I'm hanging on to your sweet trust
'cause it's the only faith I have in me
Gonna get it right this time
gonna get it right this time
well, it's the last time, baby,
and I've gotta get it right this time
got a little light left shining
got a little light left shining
well, maybe it's too late, I swear
I'm gonna get it right this time
Don't let me down
don't let me down
don't let me down
yeah, don't let me down
Gonna get it right this time
gonna get it right this time
well, it's the last time, baby,
I've gotta get it right this time
got a little light left shining
got a little light left shining
well, maybe it's too late, I swear
I'm gonna get it right this time
well, maybe it's too late, I swear
I'm gonna get it right this time
(Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
October 2011
Jerry Chapman: bass, vocals, harmonica
Doug Davis: electric and acoustic guitars, vocals, tambourine
Steve Lindsley: piano, Hammond M3, acoustic, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
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2. |
The Dance
05:53
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She's high above the world
flying US Air
baby in her lap
she knows more than she lets on
of what awaits her when
she finally touches down
'cause there's a man at Gate 3
with flowers and a hope that fills his heart
it's been two long months since she left town
and his world was ripped apart
he's hoping there will be a chance to
have a fresh new start
this time, this time
He remembers how it was
back when everything
seemed to go so well
they danced the dance so long
that when both tried to lead
they never made it home
you know her daddy told her
that timing is the glue that makes it tight
'cause two roads have to merge as one
for things to work out right
and when she saw
the road they were dancing down
that's when she took to flight
away, far away
Life is what we live 'til our demise
between the new hello's and old goodbye's
and those we dance with
they can never die
'cause everyone's a part of us
everyone's a part of us
everyone's a part of us
she's high above the world
she's down now on the ground
she's walking through the gate
he hands her the bouquet
he reaches for his child
he smiles to celebrate
(Lindsley)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
January 2012
Jerry Chapman: bass, vocals
Doug Davis: guitars, percussion, vocals
Steve Lindsley: Hammond M3, acoustic guitar, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
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3. |
Carolina Sky
04:53
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she set herself on fire again
she twists and turns herself around
like a tire in the wind
now she's gone, gone, gone
my princess and the swan
she was born for better things
she was born for better things
she gave me all her very best
but we're as far from north and south
as east is to the west
they started shutting down the auction floors
and any fool could see
time was running out on me
time was running out on me
I will think of her when long night's moon is high
she's been hiding in the wind
I could have used a little Carolina sky
a long time lost is just pretend
a long time lost is just pretend
they're asking me if I know anything
how could I know where the wind blows
when the south wind starts to sing?
I can recall every sweet caress
she gave me dark delights
and I confess I don't know where she is tonight
don't know where she is tonight
I will think of her when long night's moon is high
she's been hiding in the wind
I could have used a little Carolina sky
a long time lost is just pretend
a long time lost is just pretend
she, tatter-edged and rough-shod torn apart
what she needed was the river's flow
to smooth her jagged heart
under long night's moon and shadow,
a kiss upon her lips
she was born for better things
she was born for better things
I will think of her when long night's moon is high
she's been hiding in the wind
I could have used a little Carolina sky
a long time lost is just pretend
a long time lost is just pretend
(Chapman/Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
March 2012
Jerry Chapman: bass
Doug Davis: acoustic guitars, shaker, vocals
Steve Lindsley: accordion
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
with:
Ricky Lee Nathey: pedal steel
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4. |
Get It Together
04:29
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I've got a pint glass of stout
I'm hanging out on my front porch
It's the middle of the day
I'd like to say what's mine is yours
As the sirens blare
I'm tempted to care
about the people that I don't know
you can say what you will
I'll sit up on my hill
and watch the world present its show
There's a crack on the wall
think it might fall into the porch swing
There's a crack on the wall
think it might fall into the street
I counted fourteen bikes
and I'm tempted to like
all those people that I don't know
you can say what you want
I can say that I don't
mind the day moving so slow
Gotta get it together, keep it together, get it together now
gotta get it together, keep it together, get it together now
We can't all sound like Emmylou and Gram
we can't all be like Linda and Eagles singing at Disneyland
I've got a hot cup of tea
between you and me,
I prefer the pint glass
it was a pint glass of stout
and I figured out
that it would not last
sometimes I've had enough
but I'm tempted to love
all you people that I don't know
I say stupid things
again and again
but I'll try to do better tomorrow
Gotta get it together, keep it together, get it together now
gotta get it together, keep it together, get it together now
(Chapman)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
September 2011
Jerry Chapman: bass, harmony vocals
Doug Davis: acoustic guitar, 12-string acoustic, electric guitar, harmony vocals
Steve Lindsley: piano, organ
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums, percussion, harmony vocals
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5. |
Diamonds
03:59
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you've got everything you've ever wanted
but your eyes are in the sky
you've got everything you've ever needed
but your eyes are in the sky
the trees are changing, rearranging
you've just got to look around
you're running faster, nothing matters
with your feet above the ground
I'm disappearing, when I think of you
and I might vanish, through and through
I'm disbelieving when I think of leaving
this place
I've got all the diamonds in the world
but they don't mean a thing to me
the winds and waves, they will not save me
but I'm trying to believe
I'm disappearing, when I think of you
and I might vanish, through and through
I'm disbelieving when I think of leaving
this place
you've got everything you've ever wanted
but your eyes are in the sky
you've got everything you've ever needed
but your eyes are in the sky
I'm disappearing, when I think of you
and I might vanish, through and through
I'm disbelieving when I think of leaving
this place
(Chapman)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
February 2012
Jerry Chapman: bass, acoustic guitars, suitcase, vocals
Doug Davis: guitar, percussion
Steve Lindsley: accordion
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
with:
Ricky Lee Nathey: pedal steel
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I didn't know she worked so hard
to keep my feet upon the ground
to keep my dreaming head from spinning 'round
she worked so hard
to make it seem like it was all about my dreams
and not about her own
she worked so hard
losing my old friend, losing my old friend
is like falling off the edge of the world
falling off the edge of the world
my own mirage, a trick of light
she seemed so close in angels' cloaks
but always was so far away
but I was wrong
when the song was sung
she was the one still standing there
and it was me who stood and stared
she was the one
losing my old friend, losing my old friend
is like falling off the edge of the world
falling off the edge of the world
(Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
Jerry Chapman: mandolins
Doug Davis: acoustic guitars, EBow guitar, keyboards, hi-hat
Steve Lindsley: piano, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals
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7. |
Cold Comfort
06:47
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When I was a child
I spoke like an old man
when I was older
I lived like a child
should my heart give praise
I will spend my days
making amends
fifteen years in a heartbeat
slips through my hands
it's those dreams I remember
and the diamond wedding band
good Lord help me now
can't be helped, anyhow
I still see her face
take these treasures in store
all this ransom, and more
I will give you my word
but it's cold comfort now
wish I'd never gotten lost
in a shoebox full of letters
all I see fades to black
as the past comes into focus
deep as words can weigh
there are no words to say
to make it up to you
I have tried to make
a home with you here
but you can't make forget
the dreams disappear
should my heart give praise
I will spend my days
making amends
take these treasures in store
all this ransom, and more
I will give you my word
but it's cold comfort now
credits
from The B-Sides, track released 15 June 2012
(Davis/Lindsley)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
Jerry Chapman: bass, vocals
Doug Davis: guitars, vocals
Steve Lindsley: organ, piano, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
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8. |
Home on a Spare
04:13
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Come on back inside
the fire's growing cold
And i can't say i'm sorry all night
My judgment is clouded
I meant to be true
But the truth is, i'm high as a kite
You and me don't always
Get what we want
Sometimes we don't get
Nothing at all
And I'm well aware I ain't
All you deserve
And maybe we aren't built for the long haul
But i thought we were building something good
You'll have to forgive me
If i don't open up and share
Honey i'm just trying to
Make it home on a spare
When I was a young man
I read about love
Bout the thunder and lightning inside
Daggers and poisons and ships lost at sea
And kingdoms destroyed over pride
But the love that I found never looked like those
It was colder and meaner and harder to break
Sometimes it warms you and fills you inside
Sometimes it strikes like a snake
But i'm holding on i'm holding on to you
I'm sorry for the lean years
And I'm sorry for the cold
For all i couldn't put on the shelf
Told myself you never needed those things
But i was just fooling myself
And maybe you had a few lovers before
Hell, maybe you had a few since
But come on back inside and i'll do what i can
Try to be your brokedown prince
Just don't ask so much of me
(Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
March 2014
Jerry Chapman: bass
Doug Davis: guitars, Hammond M3, vocals
Corky McClellan: acoustic guitar
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
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9. |
Virginia, Virginia
03:08
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she's running off at the mouth again
I swear it's a miracle
she gets away with treason
she gets away with me
she's walking out on the boardwalk
she swears she'll disappear
she's been looking for headlights
they don't shine this time of year
Virginia, Virginia
the summertime's in you
it's where I wanna be
it's where I wanna belong
she says that April brings her down
it's the promise that keeps her sane
February's a ghost town
we just try to stay entertained
Monday night, she wanders in
she wears her wedding gown
she's dancing up on the bar again
so buy another round
Virginia, Virginia
got the summertime in you
it's where I wanna be
it's where I wanna belong
trading in a normal life
for a televised charade
all the normal lies
and a pole position in a fool's parade
Monday night, she wanders in
she wears her wedding gown
she's dancing up on the bar again
so buy another round
Virginia, Virginia
the summertime's in you
it's where I wanna be
it's where I wanna be
it's where I wanna belong
it's where I wanna be
(Chapman/Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
Jerry Chapman: bass, vocals
Doug Davis: guitars, tambourine, vocals
Steve Lindsley: acoustic guitar, keyboards, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
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10. |
Turpentine
03:46
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(Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
March 2014
Jerry Chapman: bass, vocals
Doug Davis: guitars, vocals
Corky McClellan: acoustic guitars, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums, harmony vocals
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11. |
Coming Home
03:27
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I had enough
sometimes a man can only take
a dose of truth about himself
and you never bluffed
so I turned myself to stone and
dreamed my flesh to bone
I had enough
saints will preserve
the lost and troubled souls in love,
the mystified and merely lost
or so I heard
even saints would come to sin
to find the fix I'm in
ain't no coming back
or so I believed
in my fog of rancor
chains of anger bound
did you ever learn?
I thought I saw you in my dreams
wore your hospital greens
and I start to burn
I was feverin' out so mean
and sipping kerosene
and your laugh was like a match
and when the flames died down
and I looked around the wreck
of what was left and all I saw
was a broken crown
no queen to bear the name
no king, no fool to blame
and I realized
there was one thing in this world
gold and pearl
for any king still means a thing
so if there's gas in the tank
and a star in the sky
and a single salted tear still
swimming in your eye
if this old heart can race me faster than the
sun's pale morning light
then raise the latch,
I'm coming home tonight
coming home tonight
tonight
polish up this steel and chrome,
I'm coming home
I ask you true:
is there common ground enough
to build a highway brings me
running back to you?
don't you think you can recall
the days before the fall,
how your heartbeat used to sound
those gunpowder days and torch nights
when I first was coming round
so if there's gas in the tank
and a star in the sky
and a single salted tear still
swimming in your eye
if this old heart can race me faster than the
sun's pale morning light
then raise the latch,
I'm coming home tonight
coming home tonight
tonight
polish up this steel and chrome,
I'm coming home
(Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
Jerry Chapman: bass, mandolin, harmony vocals
Doug Davis: acoustic guitar, harmony vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums, banjo, harmony vocals
with:
Ricky Lee Nathey: pedal steel
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12. |
How Did I Get Here
04:53
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couldn't sleep if I had to
come a long way to see you
I don't know what you're thinking
but I'm staying this time
some of us find the good things
some of us ride the slipstream
and some of us lose a fortune
without spending a dime
they can help themselves
how did I get here
before I came undone
how did get here again
how did I get here
I thought that you might run
how did I get here again
I've waited so long
don't know where you came from
it's fine with me if you wanna play dumb
thirsty man didn't ask
when the well had run dry
this is no high school prom dance
should've said no when you had the chance
been in trouble from time to time
but my hopes are still high
they can help themselves
how did I get here
before I came undone
how did get here again
how did I get here
I thought that you might run
how did I get here again
I've waited so long
(Chapman/Davis)
Produced by Doug Davis and MBG
Mixed and engineered by Doug Davis
November 2011
Jerry Chapman: bass, vocals, tambourine
Doug Davis: guitars, acoustic guitar, vocals
Steve Lindsley: piano, Hammond M3, acoustic guitar, vocals
Les Slate: lead vocals, drums
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Mediocre Bad Guys Mt Airy, North Carolina
Mediocre Bad Guys are a group of veteran musicians from the Triad and Mt. Airy music scenes that originally got together for informal jams and small club gigs. Over the last few years, the band has focused their attention on songwriting and have recorded a growing number of singles, all of which are available to stream here. ... more
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