Can't you see we're meant to be like the ghosts in the radio?
Tesla's floating signals going places no one else will go
'cause they say they care but they don't mean it.
They're only there when it's convenient.
Soon as asphalt turns to gravel they can't be found.
But all we've tried to do is stick around and hold this rhythm down.
Twiddley-dee! It's like money in the bank when you strike that chord
and sound on sound the reels go 'round. They are Les Paul and Mary Ford!
Then my hardest labour is a pleasure.
A trip down a trail to a treasure.
The featherweights flew when they found out it's all up hill.
But all i've tried to do is keep the will
when every jackpot's nil
'cause twiddley-dee-daw
it gives me a thrill
still.
credits
from Bunny Brown In Flames,
released December 4, 2012
Bunny Brown: Vocals & Piano
Victor Bateman: Double Bass/Bowed Bass
Ben Bowen: Trumpet Solo & Horn Section
Al Cross: Drums
Michael D'Amico: Mandolin, Banjo & Percussion
*this track was recorded with partial assistance by the Ontario Arts Council.
(photo: Les Paul and Mary Ford)
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