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An American Landscape – Scared of America Volume Two

by 'Les Paul's' (The Paul's)

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Washington's Blues 05:17
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Washington’s Blues An albatross flew over this town No one tried to shoot it down It tried to blow up the hill We had to swallow such a bitter pill Whore’s and President’s along the way Which was which, I really couldn’t say I’m watching TV, tryna find what’s true Well you won’t find it on the TV news! George is turning over in his grave Once in motion they couldn’t be saved Will we ever know what’s true We’ll forever suffer from Washington’s Blues The whistling Saints turned their backs Don’t be surprised, you don’t know Jack They feed you with lies and with banality It’s a world of screwed up reality In the House screaming for war No one knows what they’re screaming for They sat down and estimated the costs It’s all about profit and loss ‘We’ll lose a few but what the hell For we’ll ring the victory bell We’ll bring new wealth into the land Only people like us can understand’ And George turning over in his grave Crying for the home of the brave Will we ever learn what’s true We’ll forever suffer from Washington’s Blues Whore’s and President’s along the way Which was which, I couldn’t say I’m watching TV, tryna find what’s true Well you won’t find it on the TV news! George is turning over in his grave Full of anger, full of rage Will we ever learn what’s true We’ll forever suffer from Washington’s Blues We’ll forever suffer from Washington’s Blues We’ll forever suffer from Washington’s Blues We’ll forever suffer from Washington’s Blues Forever suffer from Washington’s Blues Washington’s Blues Washington’s Blues Washington’s Blues Washington’s Blues Washington’s Blues Paul Robert Thomas
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Golf On The Moon 05:10
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Golf on the Moon Floods and earthquakes everywhere Sea's rising and the burning air So many souls taken from us Who can save us who can we trust We look to you to be wise and strong If God is on your side then you can't be wrong What's your solution To this global pollution? As you sit in your room Like some crazy loon In a twisted cartoon Sending men to play golf on the moon On the moon, on the moon And to raise the flag on the moon While your rocket journeys far Poor children look up to the stars You look at them straight in the eyes And say that you're cruel to be wise 'We spent a lot of money to go to the moon But we'll send you some grain and extra rice soon It's our donations That keeps alive poor nations' As you sit in your room Like some crazy loon In a twisted cartoon Sending men to play golf on the moon On the moon, on the moon And to raise the flag on the moon Send TV's to the starving nations Beam pictures back from the Space Station As natives scrape in the dust For a bite to eat for a crust Send them coke to rot their guts Or to build the walls of their mud huts They can't vote what good are they? They'll always be poor anyway As you sit in your room Like some crazy loon In a twisted cartoon Sending men to play golf on the moon On the moon, on the moon And to raise the flag on the moon Your great country's helping stance Aids starving and gives them a chance You can waste money it's yours Some say 'First you should help your poor' You have the power of life and death You can give or take away a baby's breath It's your decision You can take the derision As you sit in your room Like some crazy loon In a twisted cartoon Sending men to play golf on the moon On the moon, on the moon And to raise the flag on the moon Paul Robert Thomas
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The Undertakers Ball 04:22
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The Undertakers Ball lyrics Welcome specially invited one and all Welcome indeed to The Undertakers Ball Guests arrive in darkened limousines And are escorted in quick and unseen Bodyguards stand rigid outside the door Everyone knows what they’ve come here for Everyone is there from big to small They all come to The Undertakers Ball No matter what their size or their age They’ll all be found at this masquerade There’s cheese pizza as much as you can take And stuff to keep you up and awake The Grand Master with his Southern drawl Presiding over The Undertakers Ball Everyone’s in disguise with a mask You wonder who they are, don’t dare ask They’ll snuff you out like a naked flame If you come here, you must play the game There’s Jeff, he’s the Wall Street king He’s good at fixing rings And George with the orphaned kids Can never recall what he did Soon the darkened buses arrive Full of innocent faces inside Soon the sharks start their feeding frenzy And have their meat two for a penny The rich and powerful having fun If you knew what they did you’d be stunned Hoping for that day when they will fall But it won’t help those at The Undertakers Ball Some have pleasure some have pain Some will never be seen again All is hidden behind white walls So many mourners at The Undertakers Ball So many mourners at The Undertakers Ball Paul Robert Thomas
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An American Landscape 06:04
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An American Landscape Lyrics I look out on an American Landscape And see the past that you can’t escape Built on blood and toil On internal wars and turmoil You cannot escape From this American Landscape I see the stars and stripes draped on graves Over the souls of the once brave Who fought for freedom and for slaves And for all those downtrodden Now forgotten in these times called ‘modern’ In the ‘Land of the Free’ You introduced slavery And took the black man’s liberty For a life of misery For a life of misery You cannot escape From this American Landscape People killed for the colour of their skin From then till now ‘the bell of hate’ rings In your land ‘the rule of the gun’ Affects the lives of everyone You killed Presidents and men of peace The fighting and killing doesn’t cease Fought wars of brothers against brothers There will always be another You cannot escape From this American Landscape There is a little house built on land Now occupied by the White Man On the plains Buffalo once roamed That was once the Indian’s home But that was such a long time ago This land it is their land This land it isn’t your land It belongs to the Indians And not to the White Man This land belongs to them You cannot escape From this American Landscape You stole it over generations And you put them on reservations From Osagie to Alona And from Rosebud to Yakoma The First Nation evicted and suppressed And ridiculed and oppressed Erased from the history books Rewritten by politicians and crooks You cannot escape From this American Landscape The past is gone And the future goes on You can make good what’s wrong You are a nation that is strong Your obligations you can’t escape You must fix this American Landscape You must fix this American Landscape You must fix this American Landscape Paul Robert Thomas
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Will We Ever Overcome 04:06
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Will We Ever Overcome Lyrics Jane Fonda’s on Radio Hanoi Disrespecting our patriotic boys From Kent to Jackson State The National Guard’s full of hate Shooting students who disagree Who have different views from you and me Hear believers sing ‘We Shall Overcome’ But can the battle ever be won? The new religion is the rule of the gun Will we ever overcome? Will we ever overcome? Shame in Selma, Birmingham and Montgomery King fighting Jim Crow in the debris Segregation in the Land of the Free When will this people ever be free? When will they overcome? When will they overcome? White Presidents with their whores All ignoring the cries of the black poor All profiting from the spoils of war The war machine always demanding more There’s nothing new under the sun Greed will never be overcome American rock stars buying their thrills Forgetting that uncontrolled pleasure kills And Bobby the ‘Folk-Protest’ singer Singing the praises of gangsters and killers Like Billy, Joey and Jesse James While forgetting his own people’s 6 million names His American Dream’s been well done At the end of the line will he overcome? There’s a road that I’ve been told Will lead you to that pot of gold Called the American Freedom Road But the sign says ‘Under Repair – Road Closed’ Will we ever overcome? Will we ever overcome? Paul Robert Thomas
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One Wish Country Blues 05:46
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One Wish Country Blues Lyrics That old Kentucky moon is hounding me bad That soft Tupelo sun is making me sad Came rising like a great white wonder And shook the world with blazing thunder The brightest star in the sky ceased to shine Left us stranded in the desert to cry But when I was young, I had one wish I just had one wish, one wish I wanted to be bigger than Elvis Just seems to me that heroes are born to die Like their destiny’s wrote high above the sky He carried the world on his shoulders Now he’s gone the world’s growing colder Some laughed and said ‘The king died on his throne’ What makes me sad is that he died alone For when I was young, I had one wish I just had one wish, one wish I wanted to be bigger than Elvis That’s oh such-a-hard act to follow you know It’s a road filled with so much trouble and woe You’re climbing that steep hill to the top You just can’t let the wheel ever stop You forget you’re part of the human race That town called ‘fame’ is such a lonely place It’s made so many others fall Jimmy, Janis, Judy and all They just couldn’t fit They took hit after hit Till they could take no more Till they left through that door They just couldn’t play that game And it’s a crying shame Such a crying shame Coz when I was young, I had one wish (I just had one wish, one wish) I wanted to be bigger than Elvis But his memory lives forever with me Like it’s yesterday in Memphis Tennessee The flowers bloom and the birds fly high The air waves play songs from a G.I. Sent away to foreign and distant shores We’ll welcome him back with a lions roar For when I was young, I had one wish (I just had one wish, one wish) I wanted to be bigger than Elvis Paul Robert Thomas
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There Ain’t No Angels There 05:31
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There Ain’t No Angels There Lyrics Dumb blonde turn again Hollywood’s in flames Don’t sell your self Like a dog on the shelf There’s no gold in those hills Have you heard that fame kills? But no-one really cares Coz there ain’t no angels there The kings of the plot Doing deals in hotel rooms and parking lots And you’re giving it all that you’ve got You’ll get sucked dry and then left to rot That Hollywood kiss Sure ain’t on the lips Big fancy cars And champagne in dark bars Draws you in tight Like a moth to the light And no-one cares There ain’t no angels there There, God’s name ain’t said On that green hill far away the living dead All have such a pretty face Let’s cut the crap and get to the chase All the leaves are brown In Hollywood Town The sun always shines And behind closed blinds Plastic souls are sold For fists full of fools gold But no-one really cares There ain’t no angels there And the end of time Like a Cecil B De Mille film epic line Will explode on to the screen Turn down the sound so you won’t hear the screams It’s come down the wire The Valley’s on fire Idols are a-burning And the world keeps on turning And even though you’re gone This song will linger on For no-one really cares There ain’t no angels there Paul Robert Thomas
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A Piece Of Me 04:09
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A Piece of Me Lyrics The I.R.S. bled me dry They left me no tears to cry They laughed and said ‘What’s yours is mine’ Men in suits do legal crimes Worked my fingers to the bone To keep this house as a home The banker wants to take the keys My ex wants more alimony Everyone you see Wants a piece of me Everyone you see Wants a piece of me From the first day I was born I’ve been sailing through the storm Ship wreck me on some desert Isle No one near for mile after mile You come here and shake my hand You want my home you want my land And you think that I can’t see Your mask of false sincerity Everyone you see Wants a piece of me Everyone you see Wants a piece of me ‘Better to give than to receive’ Said some guy hung by a thief How much more can anyone give How do you expect me just to live? You want my mind you want my time You say ‘Come on write me a rhyme’ Well you ask so much of me But that is not my cup of tea Everyone you see Wants a piece of me Everyone you see Wants a piece of me Paul Robert Thomas
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New York Funky Lady 06:31
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New York Funky Lady Lyrics Funky Lady, Funky Lady, Funky Lady Funky Lady, Funky Lady, Funky Lady Funky Lady, Funky Lady, Funky Lady Funky Lady, Funky Lady, Funky Lady Funky Lady, Funky Lady, Funky Lady You’ve got that groove You’ve got the beat I love the way you move You look so neat Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the New York club dance floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us more From where I stand You look so good What do you say band? ‘She’s the best in our neighbourhood’ Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us some more The drinks are on me Go on have another I know I’m naughty Please don’t tell my mother Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us some more The song’s coming to a close I wish it went on and on and on The music’s starting to slow Soon it’ll be gone Oh don’t sit down Stay on your feet I’m starting to frown Ok band, let’s pick up the beat Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the New York club dance floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us some more Hey Funky Lady Hey Funky Lady, Funky Lady, Funky Lady Dancing on the New York club dance floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us some more You’ve got that groove You’ve got the beat I love the way you move You look so neat Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the New York club dance floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us more From where I stand You look so good What do you say band? ‘She’s the best in the neighbourhood’ Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the New York club dance floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us some more The drinks are on me Go on have another I know I’m naughty Please don’t tell my mother Hey Funky Lady Dancing on the floor Hey Funky Lady Don’t stop give us some more Don’t stop give us some more Don’t stop give us some more Standing there in the dark corner Like a bunch of bad mourners Rappers and Hip-Hoppers with their bitches Showing off their scars and stick-on-stitches A John at the bar hoping to score Says ‘Give me a shot, just one more’ The Funky Lady just dances on and on She’ll dance on long after they’re gone Paul Robert Thomas
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The Delta Blues 05:14
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The Delta Blues Lyrics Woke up this morning with the Delta Blues This feeling I got is nothing new These Delta Blues are dragging me under The Mississippi sky is howlin’ angry thunder Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beg of you Take me far away from these Delta Blues Blues in the morning Blues at night If I don’t ever get away from these Delta Blues Nothing’s ever gonna be right Nothing’s ever gonna be right Hear all the Delta Dogs a-barkin’ mad All cryin’ for what they wish they’d had On Parcham Farm the inmates all singing Penitentiary times like hangman’s nooses swinging Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beg of you Take me away from these Delta Blues These Delta Blues Blues in the morning Blues at night If I don’t get ever get away from these Delta Blues Nothing’s ever gonna be right The line’s from Memphis to Vicksbury Town The levees won’t hold they’re breaking down The river’s up and soon will overflow So many people will be lost with no-where to go Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beg of you Take me far away from these Delta Blues From these Delta Blues Delta Blues, Delta Blues, Delta Blues Woke up this morning with the Delta Blues This feeling I got is nothing new I’m sitting here just waiting for relief The harmonica blows through fading ghetto belief Delta Blues Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beg of you Take me away from these Delta Blues Delta Blues, Delta Blues, Delta Blues, Delta Blues Delta Blues, Delta Blues, Delta Blues, Blues in the morning Blues at night If I don’t get ever get away from these Delta Blues Nothing’s ever gonna be right Nothing’s ever gonna be right Nothing’s ever gonna be right Delta Blues Delta Blues, Delta Blues, Delta Blues Paul Robert Thomas
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On Bourbon Street 04:08
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On Bourbon Street Lyrics The moon’s gone down over Bourbon Street The night girls are all in bed Fog whispers in from the Mississippi The day is here night time is dead From Saint Anne Street to the Velvet Line They’re getting ready for the show Through the mist a steamboat bell chimes The wind and rain starts to blow A church organ and saxophone plays Feet shuffle to a drum beat Harmonica sighs like a ghosts breath On the funeral on Bourbon Street Leadbelly, Satchmo and Johnson came Bobby made it all complete They all came down on the midnight train To the funeral on Bourbon Street They invited down the President Even prepared him a seat A black man says ‘knew he wouldn’t show’ At this funeral on Bourbon Street Well, they closed the bars and restaurants Some guy sells coke and cooked meats But this ain’t no festival It’s the funeral on Bourbon Street A marching jazz band playing Dixie The smoke in the air smells sweet Drifting down from the cemetery To the funeral on Bourbon Street A black Cadillac drives slowly by The widow’s in the back seat Everyone bows their heads down low At the funeral on Bourbon Street The rain falls down hard on Bourbon Street The streets are shiny and black And everyday it’s the same scene There’s a funeral on Bourbon Street The bones have already turned to dust Some say ‘Tradition is obsolete’ The age is gone but the spirit lives on From the funeral on Bourbon Street A marching jazz band playing Dixie The smoke in the air smells sweet Drifting down from the cemetery To the funeral on Bourbon Street A black Cadillac drives slowly by The widow’s in the back seat Everyone bows their heads down low At the funeral on Bourbon Street Paul Robert Thomas
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God Bless America 05:19
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God Bless America Lyrics God bless America God bless America May G-d bless and preserve you forever May your nation always stay together And love and care for one another In times of hardship and strife May your elected leaders guide you May you stay united, sincere and true And salute the flag of red, white and blue At all times along the pathways of life America, oh America Stand strong and true Stand strong and true America, America We owe our freedom to you Oh America, Oh America God bless America May you unite and always be as one May you always know and follow the sun And not live by the rule of the gun And learn that peace is the way Everyone is born to be free Not to be caged, to love liberty You know equality is the key Whether you’re black, white, straight or gay America, oh America You are our shield America, America To enemies you won’t yield No, no, to enemies you won’t yield God bless America God bless America God bless America, Amen God bless America May you become a guiding light that shines We long and pray for the coming of those times America, oh America America, God bless America America, oh America We owe our freedom to you We owe our freedom to you Oh America, Oh America Stand strong and true Oh America, God bless America Oh Lord America, God bless America Stand strong and true America, America We owe our freedom to you Oh America God bless America God bless America Paul Robert Thomas

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Our new and 11th album 'An American Landscape – Scared of America Volume Two' at bit.ly/2LDOkTp by ‘Les Paul’s’ (The Paul’s) at bit.ly/LesPaulsFacebook

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released July 28, 2018

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'Les Paul's' (The Paul's) are a prolific dynamic song writing duo of ex-Londoners, singer songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, composer and actor Paul Odiase and song lyricist Paul Robert Thomas. Check them out at www.facebook.com/LesPaulsThePauls and their new interview at realmusichype.com/interview-with-les-pauls-the-pauls

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