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Well it was just last night I was out on the street
Lookin' for somethin' that was good to eat
I saw you up there baby in your bare feet
I'm making love to you baby to the birdland beat
Love to you baby to the birdland beat
Your daddy just died when he came off the street
He really hated my guts something about that beat
But dancin' with you baby it was oh so sweet
I'm making love to you baby to the birdland beat
Love to you baby to the birdland beat
Oh you know I'm right on time
I even love you in the summer time
If I had money I would buy you a ring
I love the way that you shake that thing
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I am came out on a cloud and I looked up to see
You were standin' on a pedestal lookin down at me
Well honey how the hell, how the hell did you get up there?
Since then I realized what I always had suspected
That all my feelings were bein' neglected
No honey how the hell, how the hell did you get up there
Now I'm laughin at you - Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't it kinda funny baby, yeah
Well I remember when you was down here
I thought it was love but you made it quite clear
Well honey get off my back, you ain't goin' nowhere
Yeah I remember yeah, I won't forget
How you can roll and tumble with the best
But I can I find me a piece of ass on the street
Now I'm laughin at you - Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ain't it kinda funny baby, yeah
Ain't it kinda funny how
You are the one who I thought was so strong
You are the one who I was even gonna lean on
You are who was so sincere
I lost all my illusions, I think its quite clear
ha ha
Ain't it kinda funny baby, yeah
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You belong to me
Don't wanna hear about
You belong to me
It's true
You belong to me
don't wanna talk about it
Now honey, what you wanna do?
You belong to me
Don't wanna talk about it
You belong to me
Oh it's true
You belong to me
Don't wanna hear about it
Now honey what you wanna do
I know youy're gettin lonely and you want to be on me
So come on and do what you wanna do
I know you got that money but you still been talkin funny baby
Come on and do what you wanna do
Now you belong to me
Don't wanna hear about it
You belong it to me
Oh it's true
You belong to me
Don't wanna talk about it
Now honey what you wanna do
I know you're gettin lonely and you want to be on me
So come on and do what you wanna do
I know you got a lover but you say he's just another baby
Come on and do what you wanna do
Now you belong to me
Don't wanna hear about it
You belong it to me
Oh it's true
You belong to me
Don't wanna talk about it
Now honey what you wanna do
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Sick of death of living this way
Fighting the world off every day
All I wanna do is run away
Sick to death of life's little surprises
like finding the one you idolize
is here today and then gone tomorrow
So break for the disco girls
she means as much to me as anybody left in this world
My friends call me Speedo but you can call me Mr. Earl
So break for the disco girl
I think disco stinks
Say what? Buy you a drink?
Not at a dollar a beer
Give me half of your quaaludes
And a pair of dancing shoes
and then watch me wait, honey
So break for the disco girls
she means as much to me as anybody left in this world
I can see you dancin, spinnin' round and round the world
Break for the disco girl
Aw honey, I'm from the streets
can't you feel my tongue in your cheek
Open your eyes honey, take a peak
So break for the disco girls
she means as much to me as anybody left in this world
I can see you dancin to the disco version of Duke of Earl
Break for the disco girl
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I know that you're out there
I can feel your breath right on my face
Well I'm all alone now
I can move through the night without a trace
This is the job that I was made for
This is the work that I got trained for
Jungle Fighter, Can't go home
Jungle Fighter, I Won't go home
Jungle Fighter, Home alone
So here are the rules now
I get paid to kill and not to die
And you can't find what I got
Ledgeman peace of mind
This is the job that I was made for
This is the work that I got trained for
Jungle Fighter, Can't go home
Jungle Fighter, I Won't go home
Jungle Fighter, Home alone
Don't wanna go and fight for color TV
cars and clothes and women I just want to stay here
stay and fight to be free
You can't take it back now, because you're dead
You can't take it back now, because you're dead
This is the job that I was made for
This is the work that I got trained for
Jungle Fighter, Can't go home
Jungle Fighter, I Won't go home
Jungle Fighter, Home alone
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Well I'm the waste product of the great American dream
You're standing there with your little girl eyes
and a lot of your mama's ideas
Marie
Some people fall in love with love
others don't even try
Well we're lookin at each other trying to discover
What it is that ain't right
You must know as well as I do
how it hurts getting caught in between
What it is that want to do and what you think that they want to see
Well it's damn near impossible,
Marie
Some people fall in love with love
others don't even try
Well we're lookin at each other trying to discover
What it is that ain't right
You worry about people watching us
You worry about gettin' hurt
I worry about where this night will end and I hope that it ain't for the worse
But it's damn near impossible
Some people fall in love with love
others don't even try
Well we're lookin at each other trying to discover
What it is that ain't right
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Well me and my shadow is all I've got now that you're gone
Well me and my shadow is all I've got, and I've got to carry on
And I try, yeah I try, and I try because I love you babe, I do
I tried and I tried now, well I tried every single trick that I know
I tried and I tried now, I've got nothin left for me to let you go
And I try, yeah I try, and I try because I love you babe, I do
Well me and my shadow is that I've got now that you're gone
Well me and my shadow is all I've got, and I've got to carry on
And I try, yeah I try, and I try because I love you babe, I do
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You, I think you love me and you know that that scares me so
Baby, I'm a little shellshocked. Not just from you, but all the times before
Well, I ain't sayin that you ain't the one
But I don't know just what it is, just what it is that you want
And it scares me to death
You, you are a phone call you are a letter, you might as well be on the moon
Baby, I wanna be there with you but I'm so tired of all this doom and gloom
I ain't sayin that I doubt your word but
You keep sayin things I already heard - already heard before
And it scares me to death
I never let on how I cried when you went away
I've been livin alone for a long time
I'm just conditioned this way
You, you are a phone call you are a letter, you might as well be on the moon
Baby, I wanna be there with you but I'm so tired of all this doom and gloom
I ain't sayin that you ain't the one but
I don't know just what it is, just what is that you want
And it scares me to death
I wake up soakin wet
And it scares me to death
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With your East Coast accent and plain girl good looks
With all your hard drinkin' friends and english books
You're so authentic make me wanna laugh
You never get caught up in tourist traps
You're a collector, you're always genuine
Stole my heart baby, and you did it right before my eyes
I'm a crybaby kid with my box guitar
I'm ringin your bell, wanna ride in your car
You come around, wanna study me
You fill up your book and then let me be
You're a collector, you're always genuine
Stole my heart baby, and you did it right before my eyes
Well you're an East Coast with a cowboy hat
Said the Midwest is where it's at
You come around, wanna take a look
So that one day we might end up in your book
You're a collector, you're always genuine
Stole my heart baby, and you did it right before my eyes
With that look in your eyes
You keep on tellin' me lies
With that look in your eyes
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Well hey you up on the third floor,
I hate to be such a bore but
Me and the boys are gonna get real big
We're gonna sell records and everything
And when the big money comes
I'll have so much I'll give you some
Buckets of cocaine for all of my friends
I'm droppin quarters in the jukebox
Just to hear my record again
Hey you up on the third floor,
I ain't smokin' at home alone
But if you'll just be my friend
you might be the only one in this condition again
And when the big money comes
I'll have so much I'll give you some
Buckets of cocaine for all of my friends
I'm droppin quarters in the jukebox
Just to hear my record again
Can you hear me on the third floor?
I ain't talkin to you anymore
Fill her up now you decide but
You might as well come along for the ride
And when the big money comes
I'll have so much I'll give you some
Buckets of cocaine for all of my friends
I'm droppin quarters in the jukebox
Just to hear my record again
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With everybody selling somethin'
it don't seem like she's sellin nothin'
Just understand if I cannot persuade
My tired eyes to look away
Yes I know there's things that I can't yet know
and I know there comes a time when I'm ready to go but
I can't look away
I can't look away
I can't look away
Not now
Cause I'm a bad man out on the borderline
like a blind boy lost in a diamond mind
I cannot be sure just what it is but I can't get this girl off my mind
And I know there's things that I can't yet know
and I know there'll come a time when I'm ready to go but
I can't look away
I can't look away
I can't look away
Not now
Remove this madness from my side
if you can't tell I just might get somethin' right this time
I restrain myself till I need a rest
She's sitting alone smoking cigarettes
and the running passion gaze cannot disguise
all the loneliness in your eyes
And I know there's things that I can't yet know
and I know there'll come a time when I'm ready to go but
I can't look away
I can't look away
I can't look away
Not now
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Bob Reuter passed away 2013 in an accident that was tragic for innumerable reasons. One of those reasons was that his drive and his spark had a renewed power. Before Bob's passing, his next album was being planned. He had already been rehearsing and partially performing the songs with his band of road warriors, Bob Reuter's Alley Ghost.
This album shows the well-oiled machine that Bob’s band had become. After Bob passed, the band continued to tour with guitarists Brice Baricevic and Mat Wilson handling vocal duties. By the time the band entered the studio, 80% of this album was mapped out and ready to go (In fact, the band had tracked several songs onto tape when the reel-to-reel malfunctioned. They had to re-track everything and I have to say we scarcely lost time, all credit due to the preparedness of this band and professionalism of the engineers).
There is a spirit Bob carried that gives his music an extra layer of life. You can’t touch it or name it, but good songs are a living scripture. And Bob Reuter was filled with good songs. But there was something else happening that weekend.
Bob’s backing bands through the years had a recurring pattern of South City diamonds who celebrated his unique energy. People who were able to capture and reflect that energy back to him. Alley Ghost did this better than any band Bob ever had. They shared a connection with a special part of Bob, a side of him that was primal, cut-throat and unapologetic. The sweat and intensity that is rock & roll. When Bob left, his energy stayed, and Bob Reuter's Alley Ghost brought that energy into the studio.
This album is the result.
released October 29, 2021
Brice Baricevic - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
Mat Wilson - Vocals, Electric Guitar, Backing Vocals
Bassamp - Drums, Vocals, Backing Vocals
Dan Lawless - Bass, Backing Vocals
Adam Hesed - Organ
Kristo - Electric Guitar, Piano, Backing Vocals
Ryan Koenig - Vocals, Backing Vocals, Harmonica, Fiddle
Chris Powers - Upright Bass, Backing Vocals
With Special Guests:
Irene Allen - Backing Vocals
Dresden - Count-in (Jungle Fighter) and "Problem" Vocals (Frankie is a Killer)
Engineered by Mario Viele and David Beaman at Native Sound in September 2014 in St. Louis, MO.
Mixed and Mastered by Mario Viele at Cowboy Technical in Brooklyn, NY.
Produced by Kristo, Mario & Alley Ghost
Dedicated to Bob Reuter