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White Sands (2015)

Dusty Wayne and Mr Pete:
              White Sands (2015)

All songs written by Dusty Wayne and Mr Pete (Wayne Parshley and Peter Fuerst)
. . . except "Paintbrush" - words by J. Dann

Peter Fuerst - vocals, guitar, harmonica
Wayne Parshley - vocals, bass, slide bass

1. White Sands
2. Snake in the Grass
3. Penny
4. Paintbrush
5. Nothing Up But Down
6. Brian's Lament
7. Cracked 2
8. Shake and Shoot
9. Black Bunny


White Sands
Sun is exploitation
Safe and warm in a very, very fine way
Safe and secure in reputation
Have yourself just a very, very nice day
Just blow those blues away . . . Ah!

White glove situation
Like(?) the crime of the city just far away
Pretty salutation
Looks to be another bright, bright sunny day
Hope your blue skies never turn grey

Well need not my town if you please, you know
Nowhere here to plant your seed
Call it fate, call it greed(?)
White beaches are in a deed(?), yes indeed
No they’re in a deed(?)

Well, not in my town, if you please
You got no place for to plant your seed
Call it fate, babe, call it ???
Whites beaches are in a deed(?)
Yes they’re in a deed(?)

?????????????


Snake in the Grass
I’m the one who called him out
Told you what he’s all about
So telling you now
In the back, with a knife
That’s the way he likes to fight
Doin’ it proud

Lower than low
How low can you go
Belly on down
Writhin’ around

Looking for a leg up when given a chance
Bites your toes, your ankles
Leaves a poisonous gash
Before you take another step
You better watch your ass
Cause he’s a snake in the grass

In the garden of Eden everybody was getting along
Peace and harmony to Adam and Eve, just a simple song
Comes along a creature with the need to take the whole place down
Satisfaction guaranteed to the salesman, the snake in the ground

I told you once, told you twice
I told you 'bout a slice and dice
Still telling’ it now
In the back, with a knife
That’s the way he likes to fight
Doin’ it proud

Lower than low
How low can you go
Belly on down
Just writhin’ around
Just writhin’ around


Penny
When I was just a little boy
Playing in the playground
There was this little girl
Comin’ around

All of the other girls
Playing on the merry-go-round
But she likes the monkey bars
Just swingin’ foolin’ around
It was Penny, Penny, Penny
Oh yeah, Penny!

Her hair, golden
Like an angel to me
Her hair was golden
Oh she’s like an angel to me

Oh, Penny! Penny!

I’m in a different world
Dreaming in a little town
And there’s this party girl
Always comin’ around
Penny! Yeah, Penny!
That’s right Penny! That’s her name

All of the other girls
In and out searching for fun
But Penny’s alway party-on
Dancing till the music is done
Oh that’s Penny!
That’s her name, Penny!
Penny!

Her hair, golden
She’s like an angel to me
Her hair, golden
She’s like an angel to me

Penny! Penny!


Paintbrush
She shut her door
Turned off her lights
Turned up her music
And held herself tight

She let her tears flow freely
Tried not to make a sound
She felt her hand touch something cold
And it was her paintbrush she had found

She picked it up
Began to draw
Painted with ease
She did one line for every flaw

She was finally finished
The paper was crimson red
She had picture, painted that picture so many time before
She wondered how many more times until she was finally dead

She shut her door
Turned off her lights
Turned up her music
And held herself tight


Nothing Up But Down
Well you know why I know me some money
I know me some fame
I know me some pretty lady
But I don’t remember her name

Been down so many roads
As I came back into this town
One thing I come to know
Nothin’ up but down
In this town
In this old factory town
There’s nothin’ up but down

Well I come back town via Greyhound
Done my three to five
I went downtown and I walked around
You know there’s nothing but that bingo jive
Well my mama said "What’ch ya doin’ boy
Frozen in bingo time?"
Well I’m stuck in town, you know, without no dime
It all seems such a crime
I’m just looking for a good time
Looking for a good time
Just looking for a good time

In this town
In this old factory town
There’s gotta be a good time!

Just a good time!
Lookin’ for that good time!


Brian's Lament
Well, now, I never took to no nine to five
Just tryin’ to keep alive
These dreams and passions that are in my heart
Earn no honest dollar, baby
Why now start?
Baby, why now start?

You know I’m not an "A" personality
What you get, babe, is what you see
But I never do nothin’ to force your hand
Look to be a victim, baby, I’m your man

Baby don’t you need me
I’m the salt of the earth
Standing at your door
Maybe just a little bit crazy
Nobody needs you more
Nobody needs you more

Well, now, lock me up
You can lock me down
Nothin’s lost that can’t be found
Never forgive me for the things I’ve done
Forgotten heroes all unsung

Baby don’t you need me
I’m the salt of the earth
Standing at your feet
Maybe just a little bit lazy
All I need
Baby you’re all I need
You’re all I need

Cracked 2
I got an upset
I got a new bet
Puttin’ all my money down on the one
Winner take all, and have me some fun

Got a new hook
Out of a new book
Trading on the
Buyin’ it low and sellin’ it high

I got a new tune
Got a new moon
I been waning on a personal doubt
Putting’ to rest and pullin’ it out

I got a new bass
I got a new face
I’m the one and only (soley unknown)
(Given) of hope forgiven of soul

Cracked, cracked, I’m cracked!

I got a new way
I got a new play
I’m gonna take it to the edge of the night
Pitchin’ the darkness into the light

I got new lead
Got a new creed
I’m takin’ message from the old and unsaved
You never go quietly unto your grave

Cracked, cracked, cracked, cracked!


Shake and Shoot
All the young ladies
Oh, they so want to dance
Come out for the asking
Or they come out for romance
So early in the evenin’
Showing what is on their minds
Crankin’ up the juke box
It’s shake, shake, shake and shoot

The wood is sittin’ on the pile
The stove is amber red
Yeah, to pick up a piece, yeah
Cause the fire will be fed
Come on all you cowboys
Don’t be watching from the rear
Crank up that juke box
It’s shake, shake, shake, shake and shoot
Shake, shake, shake and shoot

Let me tell you a story
About the blind leadin’ the blind
(Hand in hand) they seeks to command
Some sweetness out of the night
???? Call them America
Let their poor souls see the sight
Let there be love, love, let there be love

Oh young ladies
Oh, they so love to dance
Out there for the askin’
Just lookin’ for romance
Then later in the evenin’
When they’re pounding for the beat
Of that cranked up juke box
It’s shake, shake, shake, shake and shoot
Shake, shake, shake and shoot


Black Bunny
Well he’s an egg scramblin’ felon alone
Ridin’ about in that misty morn
Diane says "What’ya doin’ man
You gotta put those eggs back on the lawn
Before dawn and the kiddies arrive
And ole grandma starts to cry

Here’s an egg scramblin’ broken lawn
Ridin’ about in that misty morn
Diane scolds "What’s you doin’ with those legs
You know little children know they’re going to bed"
And you know grandma will cry
Yes you know grandma will cry
Lord almighty grandma’s gonna cry
When the black, black bunny arrives
Oh, they tell me that he’s on the loose
Snatching up them eggs laid by that golden goose
With them long black, long black ears
And a tail made of fleece
But don’t can to hear
And there’s nothin’ left
For those children to retrieve
Here’s an egg scramblin’ broken lawn
Ridin’ about in that misty morn
Diane scolds, "They’re be casualties
Put them eggs back if you please
You know the children are gonna cry
And you know grandma will sigh
The black bunny’s been to town, you see
Hope he never come back here again
Hope he never come back here again
Hope he never come back here again
The black bunny’s on the loose
He’s hidin’ there behind the booth
And black bunny’s on the loose
Lord almighty the black bunny’s on the loose
. . . (more to come)


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