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A Collection of Rock & Roll Tunes from Phosphorous Bill's Psychedelic Bubblegum Factory

by Lovebuckles

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1.
I sat up straight When they called my name I guess I'll have to do it all Again and again Well it's not soul But how would I know? I guess I'll have to be The patron saint of rock n roll Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me I was too old Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me I was too old She kicked me out, but I understand Everybody has their own idea of a man And breakfast for me was a smoke and a jack And the lady and the bottle shop will know I'll be back Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me I was too old Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me, Nobody told me, Nobody told me that I was too old And I sat up straight When they called my name I guess I'll have to do it all Again and again Well it's not soul But how would I know? I guess I'll have to be The patron saint of rock n roll Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me I was too old Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me, Nobody told me, Nobody told me that I was too old That's a fact Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me I was too old Well I don't know, but I've been told And nobody told me, Nobody told me, Nobody told me that I was too old And I sat... And I sat up straight When they called my name I guess I'll have to do it all Again and again Well it's not soul But how would I know? I guess I'll have to be The patron saint of rock n roll I guess I'll have to be the patron saint of rock n roll
2.
Dave Grohl 04:03
Jack of all trades, master as well Turning all hands and splitting the cell Ready to wield any weapon you choose Only revealed to the person in you Say hello before we go Just make sure that we'll be at the show Just begun in a supernova On the run, gonna run them over Forgive the ones who were having their fun Because I sold my soul to Dave Grohl Mischief is all that you seek week to week and yes, I sold my soul to Dave Grohl I've got time on my side And it's no crime to go a little wild Monday through to Sunday, don't stop: repeat And the bebop said to me, until I'm dead I'm free Forgive the ones who were having their fun Because I sold my soul to Dave Grohl Mischief is all that you seek week to week and yes, I sold my soul to Dave Grohl It's the same feeling that everybody has each day It's just for you so don't you take a feeling that is misconstrued It's the same feeling that everybody has each day It's just for you so don't you take a feeling that is misconstrued Let's not saddle the sun, let's not saddle the sun for a gun Let's not saddle the sun, let's not saddle the sun for a gun Forgive the ones who were having their fun Because I sold my soul to Dave Grohl Mischief is all that you seek week to week and yes, I sold my soul to Dave Grohl Forgive the ones who were having their fun Because I sold my soul to Dave Grohl Mischief is all that you seek week to week and yes, I sold my soul to Dave Grohl
3.
Party 03:02
A snare drum Ample rum An amplifier's steady hum A face gone numb And kissing chums My party is a heavy one I can't see In front of me Under the bridge in key of D A poison V And she's with she And cat's that try to crash on me Sex on cars and lesbians A party at the Menesches' A violent buzz and then the fuzz I can't remember what it was Broken glass stashed in the grass Just make sure you don't get slashed Guitar effects and a chance for sex A party at the Menesches' Go attentive See what you give Not too far from where you live Qualitative Don't bring a shiv The law will get aggressive Sex on cars and lesbians A party at the Menesches' A violent buzz and then the fuzz I can't remember what it was Broken glass stashed in the grass Just make sure you don't get slashed Guitar effects and a chance for sex A party at the Menesches' It's getting slow So out you go To try to fight the guys I know This was quite a show The crashers blow Let's sleep off some hangovers Sex on cars and lesbians A party at the Menesches' A violent buzz and then the fuzz I can't remember what it was Broken glass stashed in the grass Just make sure you don't get slashed Guitar effects and a chance for sex A party at the Menesches' Sex on cars and lesbians A party at the Menesches' A violent buzz and then the fuzz I can't remember what it was Broken glass stashed in the grass Just make sure you don't get slashed Guitar effects and a chance for sex A party at the Menesches'
4.
Maybe People 03:46
Maybe people dream of something better than this Maybe people dream of something better than this Maybe people dream of flyin' While other peoples' dreams are dyin' Maybe people dream of something better than this There's a sense of satisfaction Deviating from the script Put all of your plans to action Just as hollow if you'd quit There's more sense in mass distraction Than most people will admit Close your eyes and fade to black and See just what you call it Hey, now, people scream, there's nothing better than this A shame to waste your youth but that's all that there is Maybe people want what's coming To be the lives they dream of running Hey, now, there's no hope, there's nothing better than this There's a sense of satisfaction Deviating from the script Put all of your plans to action Just as hollow if you'd quit There's more sense in mass distraction Than most people will admit Close your eyes and fade to black and See just what you call it Play your hand of god and win The knowledge that your dream's not taken Your dream's not taken away From you Joy is knowing that Your dream's not taken Your dream's not taken Your dream's not taken Maybe people dream of flyin' While other peoples' dreams are dyin' Maybe people dream of something better than this
5.
Red Baron 03:37
Just like the saracens I'm shit outta luck And just like the baron I'll strike when I'm struck And if I ever find myself alone I'll reassure myself Silver cups are good enough And if you see the pups, it's time to get rough If you ever climb above the clouds You'll only fear the sun The sands of time caused hearts to soften To Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen The sands of time caused hearts to soften To... The only thing to fear is the sun You've already lost the fight if you've decided to run To be buried like a hero by Your enemies is gold The sands of time caused hearts to soften To Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen The sands of time caused hearts to soften To... Chocolate chip and pussy whip Is not my kind of acid trip Chocolate chip and pussy whip Is not my kind of acid trip Chocolate chip and pussy whip Is not my kind of acid trip Chocolate chip and pussy whip Is so my kind of acid trip The sands of time caused hearts to soften To Manfred Freiherr von Richthofen The sands of time caused hearts to soften To...
6.
Page 1 03:48
One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough Present me checks of reality But I don't have time for banality Part ways with wise-ass insanity But don't forget the wise-ass profanity Tip me over and let me drain 'Cause for me the walker comes straight from a tea-strain I never felt a thing And when I first did, all it did was cause pain The law is geared against me, it seems, but It don't apply to me The law, it seems, against me, is geared, but It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me No... Too good to be assassinated Unpopular enough to be hated Nobody really could give a care Even though the signals are out there Ripped up and you're too slow 'Cause you don't have any talent to show Far be it from you to separate Your ghost has got more sores than Hemmingway's The law is geared against me, it seems, but It don't apply to me The law, it seems, against me, is geared, but It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me No... One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough One drop is too much and Too much is never enough Present me checks of reality But I don't have time for banality Part ways with wise-ass insanity But don't forget the wise-ass profanity Warum sind Sie so sinister Youthful luck, well I sure have missed her Treat one another like brothers and sisters Play until your fingers are blistered The law is geared against me, it seems, but It don't apply to me The law, it seems, against me, is geared, but It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me It don't apply to me
7.
Spit & Bone 02:41
Leave her alone She's a dog with a bone And she took a piece of my soul So she had her own And there's a hole in my head Where my heart used to be And there's a hole in my heart Where I used to love me Broken is the fruit of thy womb, she said And she's drinkin' from the bottle that shot me dead And everything she said to me was, in effect Go away, go away It's come to light That rather than fight We should abandon attitudes Of shoot-on-sight If there's a song to be sung It should be sung for the young Sing it hard and sing it loud 'Til there's no song in your lungs Broken is the fruit of thy womb, she said And she's drinkin' from the bottle that shot me dead And everything she said to me was, in effect Go away, go away Leave her alone She's a dog with a bone And she took a piece of my soul So she had her own And there's a hole in my head Where my heart used to be And there's a hole in my heart Where I used to love me Broken is the fruit of thy womb, she said And she's drinkin' from the bottle that shot me dead And everything she said to me was, in effect Go away, go away
8.
She wore her Red t-shirt and a green pair of shorts And she still looked as sexy as ever Fox hunting, they say, is a sport And everybody will tell you they're clever Get me out of this menagerie Where everybody can see my endeavour She wore her Red t-shirt and a green pair of shorts And she still looked as sexy as ever I spent the day thinking of you So I think I'll Take a walk outside But I don't know what that'll do I spent the day thinking of you So I think I'll Take a walk outside But I don't know what that'll do She wore her White suspenders with the lovehearts on Just to copy the style I sported Told the drummer that I wasn't her man When he asked just to get that sorted I sat upon her bed while she smoked a joint And her list of things to pack was recorded She wore her White suspenders with the lovehearts on Just to copy the style I sported I spent the day thinking of you So I think I'll Take a walk outside But I don't know what that'll do I spent the day thinking of you So I think I'll Take a walk outside But I don't know what that'll do

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What exactly is a 'Lovebuckle'?

After all this time we're more unsure than ever... We have, however, done our best to put down something which, perhaps, goes some way towards providing THE definitive answer.

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released August 15, 2014

All songs written by Lovebuckles and performed by some combination of Frank Menesch, Aaron Perkins, Brady Clarke, Matt Menesch and Brendan O'Grady.

(Excepting, of course, the album-only 'Creep', written by Edward John O'Brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Colin Charles Greenwood and Philip Selway (i.e. Radiohead), AND Mike Hazelwood and Albert Hammond (i.e. The Hollies), whose song 'The Air That I Breathe' had a remarkably similar bass line, verse chord structure and melody... Published by Warner Chappell Music, April Music.)

Recorded and mixed by Cam Smith at Incremental Records, Brisbane, where it was produced by Cam with the Lovebuckles. Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering, Montreal.

Art by Aaron Perkins.

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Lovebuckles Brisbane, Australia

Lovebuckles are the bottled essence of four guys playing music, in a garage, at a party, battling to be heard over the fifty-or-more drunkards stumbling about. To put it another way, they're a whole lot of loud fun chaos-funk-rock.

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