G.i. Blues
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
They give us a room
With a view of the beautiful rhine
They give us a room
With a view of the beautiful rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
In texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
And black pumpernickel for chow
I'd blow my next month's pay
For a slice of texas cow
We'd like to be heroes,
But all we do here is march
We'd like to be heroes,
But all we do here is march
And they don't give the purple heart
For a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can't make a pass
Cause they're all wearin' signs saying:
"keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four
Occupation g.i. blues
From my g.i. hair to the heels of my g.i. shoes
And if i don't go stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Millionaire Blues
I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldnt work
Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? jerk!
Must have been my artistic temperament he couldnt take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
Ive got the blues right down, mean and low
Im as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.
Oh, I swear Id kill that little weasel if I could
I checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, but
I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low
As low as the heels on my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Get down!
Well, so much for breakfast, I couldnt face lunch
I thought Id raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.
I take the lamborghini, the flunkie parks the car
Can you believe it, man, this other monkey wont let me in the bar!
I said, I said, dont you know who I am, man? and he says, no.
No! can you believe it?
Im as low as the heels of these alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,
Millionaire blues
Bad, bad!
Thats bad! yeah
So hard,
Its hard sometimes for a boy
Ah, I like that
Thats good
Get down!
Youre making a very big mistake, man
Oh yeah
Youll never work in this town again!
All right
song performed by by Dire Straits
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(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues
This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...
they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...
no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without
red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.
She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.
She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...
But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...
red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.
poem by Janice Windle
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Wearin Out Your Walkin Shoes
Writer, hank williams demo rec. 1950?
(c) well, you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Yes, theres something mighty necessary (c7) bout em,
A (f) woman will give you the (c) blues, shell have you (g7) pullin
Out your hair, and (f) wearin out your (g7) walkin (c) shoes.
Well they just keep naggin, until your head is saggin,
There aint a wink a-sleepin, when they start in weepin,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you bitein off
Your nails, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Its a losin gamble, when you start to ramble,
Oh lordy, how you miss em, and you long to kiss em,
cause a woman will give you the blues, shell have you
Tossin in your sleep, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Well you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Its better to talk with em, than to talk about em,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you talkin to
Yourself, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Dead Car Battery Blues
One, two, a-one, two, three, four
Well i, cant go to the park
I cant go to work
I cant do nothin
I gotta stay in my house like a jerk
How come I always lose
My car has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
You know, cant visit my girlfriend
I cant go to school
I cant go anywhere
Gotta stay in my room like a fool
cause I got grease in my hair
My belvederes in disrepair
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
So i, went to see my mechanic
He said, okay, now what is wrong
I told him my car wouldnt start
He said, this shouldnt take very long
So he replaced all my plugs and my points
And he looked at my carburetor
He took out my engine and turned it around
And then seventeen hours later
He looked at my headlights and said
Son, how long have these things been on
I told him, oh, about three or four weeks
He said, buddy, I know whats wrong
But I hate to be the one to give you the news
You got the dead car battery blues
So now i, cant go to my office
Cant work on my job
I might as well lock myself up in my room
And live my life like a slob
How come I always lose
My belvedere has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Tropical Depression
I thought some time in the sun
Would help me get over you
But I could tell from day one
This is a place meant for two
Now here I sit on the beach
Watching the tide ebb and flow
I booked my room for a week
But now Im ready to go
Im in a tropical depression
Ive got the blue water blues
Cant shake this loving you obsession
Cant stand this sand in my shoes
This forgetting you vacation
Is just a fools holiday
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
This should be paradise
Heaven down by the sea without you here by my side
It feels like hell to me
Chorus
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
If I cant get over you
This tropical depressions gonna
Blow me away
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Credit Crunch Blues
Well i woke up this morning
I swear the sun just wouldn't shine
When the day took to dawning
My woman laid it on the line
'Ain't buying you no more whiskey'
And you ain't buying no more time.
I got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna blow the bank away
I got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna say my piece today
I gave you all my money
You gone and turned your head away.
Well I'm hiding from the rent man
There ain't a bill that i can pay
I'll be living in a tent man
I hardly eat from day to day
Some pig give me the swine flu honey
The 'doc' he said 'just stay away'.
I got the credit crunch blues
The man he say he got no work
I got the credit crunch blues
A weaker man would steal or shirk
But i just pray to Jesus
'Lord send it down for one more jerk'
Yeah i got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna blow that bank away
I got the credit crunch blues
I'm gonna use my 'piece' today
You city boys took my money
Now sure as hell you're gonna pay!
-Oh yeah.
poem by Kevin East
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High Heels
Now, new york city on a friday night
A lot of things happenin, a lot of bright lights.
Saw a pretty woman all dressed in red
She turned to me and this is what she said
She said, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
Well, she took me to the corner that she called her home
Turned around and we were all alone.
Come on in, she said with a smile
Come on in and we can rest a while.
Well, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
I said, listen here, honey, I been around
You aint foolin me, cause I know what youve found.
She bent kinda low and then she tickled my lips.
She said, listen here, son. Im gonna give you a tip
Honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Slice Of Your Pie
Tattoo crawlin down her leg, so sexy
So young...ever get caught, theyll arrest me
School girl, studied up well on hoochie coochie
Lick lips, kitten with a whip so undress me, undress me
(chorus)
Hey, pretty pretty
With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another
Slice of your pie
Whiplash, I never looked at you in high school
Hot child, always walk behind you for the rear view, rear view
Good god, baby, baby blow my fuse when you walk this way
Nineteen, seductive ballerina, so trashy, trashy
(chorus)
Hey pretty pretty from across the room
Got something sticky sweet for you
Order me up another slice of you
Slice of you, yeah
(solo)
Hey pretty pretty from across the room
Got something sticky sweet for you (slice of my pie)
Hey pretty pretty with the sweet sweet eyes
Im guaranteed to satisy
Just one wish before I die...
Order me up another slice of your pie
Pretty, pretty
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Tombstone Blues
Tombstone blues
The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers theyre trying to endorse
The reincarnation of paul reveres horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
The ghost of belle starr she hands down her wits
To jezebel the nun who violently knits
A bald wig for jack the ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mamas in the factry
She aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley
Hes lookin for the fuse
Im in the streets
With the tombstone blues
The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, Ive just been made
Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, my advice is to not let the boys in
Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, its not poison
Mamas in the factry
She aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley
Hes lookin for the fuse
Im in the streets
With the tombstone blues
Well, john the baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up to his hero the commander-in-chief
Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
Commander-in-chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, death to all those who would whimper and cry
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, the sun is not yellow it is chicken
Mamas in the factry
She aint got no shoes
Daddys in the alley
Hes lookin for the fuse
Im in the streets
With the tombstone blues
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Frankfort Special
(words & music by wayne - edwards)
Is this train the frankfort special
Now aint this outfit something special
Well, we heard rumors from the bases
Frankfort girls got pretty faces
Go, special go. blow whistle, blow
Frankfort specials got a special way to go
Whao - oh - oh
Now when we get to our headquarters
Well be good boys and follow orders
Now dont take girls from one another
No! no! no! no! no!
Well treat a sailor like a brother
Go, special go. blow whistle, blow
Frankfort specials got a special way to go
Whao - oh - oh
Round wheels singin on a long flat track
Boiler bustin to blow its stack
Towns and villages flyin by
Farewell frauleins, dont you cry
Youll soon get another g.i.
Come on, train, and get the lead out
Well, one more day we gotta sweat out
Frantic frauleins at the station
Theyre ready for a celebration
Go, special go. blow whistle, blow
Frankfort specials got a special way to go
Go, special go. blow whistle, blow
Frankfort specials got a special way to go
Whao - oh - oh
Come on, train, and get the lead out
Well, one more day we gotta sweat out
Frantic frauleins at the station
Theyre ready for a celebration
Go, special go. blow whistle, blow
Frankfort specials got a special way to go
Whao - oh - oh
Whao - oh
Whao - oh, whao - oh, whao - oh, whao - oh, whao - oh,
Whao - oh, whao - oh, whao - oh
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Satellite Blues
She makes the place a jumpin'
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin'
That's when she get it out
And when she start a rockin'
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin'
The dish is runnin' hot
The box is set for pumpin'
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
She's gettin' set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Can't get nothin' on the dial
The frigin' thing gone wild
All I get's the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This thing's nothing but a load of crap
I'm gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
song performed by by AC/DC from Stiff Upper Lip
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The Blues
Hes gonna tell you bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in springfield, mass.
Hes gonna tell you bout his baby brother
Hustlin down the city streets
And selling his ass for a dollar bag
Hes gonna tell you bout his uncle neddy
Locked up in a prison out in oregon
Hes gonna tell you bout his best friend eddie
Killed in a bar fight with a pair of marines
And a sailor
Oh
Hes got the blues, this boy
Hes got the blues
You can hear it in his music
Hes got the blues, this boy
Hes got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
When I was nine years old
My daddy ran away
With a woman he met on a train, oh
His little boy
Ran to the room
Where his piano
Lay in wait for him
He played and he played
He played and he played
Hes got the blues, this boy
Hes got the blues
You can hear it, you can hear it
Hes got the blues, this boy
Hes got the blues
A year ago, I met a girl
I thought wed hit a massive groove
But she dumped me
And all wed hit were the blues
Hes got the blues, this boy
Hes got the blues
You can hear it in his music
Hes got the blues, this boy
Hes really got the blues
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Canned Heat Radio Edit
Written by jay kay and toby smith
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then a chance to get too heaven sent
I used to worry about the future
But then Ill throw my caution to the wi-i-i-ind
I had no reason to be carefree
No no no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town
Yeah yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm (hey!)
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down
Dance.whooo!
Nothing left for me to do but
Dance
All these bad times Im going through, just
Dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby...
Whoooooo ohhh
I feel the thunder,
See the lightning
I know this angers heaven sent
So Ive got to hang out on my hang-ups
Cos on the boogie I feel so hell-bent
(hey, hey)
Its just an instant gut reaction, that I get
I know Ive never ever felt like this before
I dont know what to do
But then thats nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water
Me Ill kill to make it through (hey!)
Danceyeah
Nothing left for me to do but
Dance
All these bad times Im going through, just
Danceyeah
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby...
You know I got canned heat in my heels
You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when Im asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples talk can be so cheap
Yeah yeah
I got this voodoo child inveined on me
Im gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes theres no way to lose
I was born to run
And built to last
Youve never seen my feet
They can go so fast
Danceyeah, hey!
Nothing left for me to do but
Dance
All these bad times Im going through just
Dancehey
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby
Whoooooo ohhh
Dance!
Hey dj
Let the music play
Im gonna live this party live
Hey dj
Throw my cares away
Im gonna live this party live
Hey dj
Let the music play
Im gonna this live this party live
Hey dj
Throw my cares away
Im gonna live this party live
You know, you know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
Whoooooooo!
You know, you know this boogie
This boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat
Canned heat in my heels.
You know Im gonna dance my blues away tonight
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Satellite Blues
(young - young)
She makes the place a jumpin
The way she moves around
She like a rump and rollin
Thats when she get it out
And when she start a rockin
She bring me to the boil
She like to give it out some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
A picture clear for watchin
The dish is runnin hot
The box is set for pumpin
She gonna take the lot
The way she get the butt in
Shes gettin set to ball
I like to chew it up some
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues), yeah yeah
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
Cant get nothin on the dial
The frigin thing gone wild
All I gets the dumbed down news
New satellite blues
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
I got the satellite blues (new satellite blues)
New satellite blues (new satellite blues)
This things nothing but a load of crap
Im gonna send it right back
You can stick it where it hurts...
Mac!
I got the satellite blues
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Dance
Come on, baby, while the moon is high
Kick up your heels and dance
Dont be nervous, dont be shy
And give yourself a chance
You can dance
Kick off your shoes and lose your blues
Pick em up, lord, put em back down
And around, and around, and around, and around.
Come on, baby, it must be fun
To be dancin in the clear moonlight
Otherwise, would everyone be out on
Such a cold and windy night?
We can dance.
Throw yourself away
Holy month of may
You can dance.
Listen to the music of the steel guitar
Dont it sound good
Hey now, nobody here tonight came to look at you,
No, no, no
Well I bet you five dollars that somebody starts a fire
Back in the woods, hey now
Everybody here tonight came to boogie
Have a good time, too
Come on, baby, while the moon is high
Kick up your heels and dance
Dont be nervous, dont be shy
And give yourself a chance
You can dance
Kick off your shoes and lose your blues
Pick em up, lord, put em back down
And around, and around, and around, and around
If I could lose my mind
If I could throw myself away.
song performed by by James Taylor
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Date With The Night
Album: Fever to tell
i got a date with the night
burnin down my finger
gonna catch the kids dry
gonna walk on water
buying out the fight we're sweatin in the winter
gonna catch ya squeeze tight
chow chow chow chow chow
chow chow chow chow chow
don tell me to fix her
don tell me to fix her
just take a bite
no hangin no picture flyin out my sight
droppin brides at the altar
gonna find ya squeeze tight
chow chow chow chow chow
chow chow chow chow chow
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
i'll set you i'll set it off
buying out the fight
gon walk on water
gon catcha sueeze dry
gonna bend my finger we're sweatin in the winter
grab squeeze tight
grab squeeze tight
song performed by by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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White Shoes
(jack tempchin)
I want em, I need em
And Im gonna go out and get em
White shoes
I know Ill feel better
When I slide down into the leather
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
I woke up from a dream
When I saw em in a magazine
White shoes
I said lou you gotta start new
And the first thing you gotta do
Is get some white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
You know he left me with the lonesome blues
Been hangin round too long with nothin to do
Yeah, he really made me pay those dues
But Im goin out on the town tonight in
White shoes
Well, I wanted em, I needed em
Yeah, and I went out and got em
White shoes
That new boy when I see him
Im gonna walk right up and meet him in
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes
Im goin out on the town tonight
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Blow Me A Kiss
Take one in the leg [Think about your baby]
Take one in the side [Think about your girl]
Take one in the head [Think about your mother]
Take one in the heart [It's the end of the world]
So blow me a kiss cuz I'm black
Blow me a kiss cuz I'm gay
Blow me a kiss cuz I'm shakin'
Say goodnight then blow me away
Blow me away
Blow me away
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me why
Blow me a kiss then blow me away
Take one in the face [Think about your life]
Take one in the eye [Think about your soul]
Take one in the mouth [Think about your savior]
Take one in the thigh [Are you ready to go]
So blow me a kiss cuz I'm lonely
Blow me a kiss cuz I'm afraid
Blow me a kiss cuz you don't know me
Say goodnight then blow me away
Blow me away
Blow me away
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me why
I'm in my room I'm Dr. Doom
Cuz I'm not me I'm someone else
Why should you die don't ask me why
You know it you know it you know it
Blow me away
I turn the page I am the rage
I'm coming from a darker place
A much darker place
So blow me away
Blow me away
Yeah blow me away
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me why
Blow me a kiss then blow me away
Yeah blow me away
C'mon and blow me away
Tell me what you're thinkin' tell me why
Blow me a kiss then blow me away
song performed by by Alice Cooper from Brutal Planet
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Wheels On My Heels
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Gotta do some livin, got the wanderlust
Better clear the highway cause Im gonna move some dust
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
Lots of pretty dollies try to fence me in
But I love em and leave em cause a tumbleweeds my kin
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
Why do I keep movin, never settlin down
Can it be Im looking for a dream I havent found
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
Oh I got wheels, wheels on my heels
And I gotta keep rollin, rolling along
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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You're No Good
(first releasejesse fuller)
Well i don't know why i love you like i do
Nobody in the world can get along with you.
You got the ways of a devil sleeping in a lion's den
I come home last night you wouldn't even let me in.
Well sometimes you're as sweet as anybody want to be
When you get a crazy notion of jumpin' all over me
Well you give me the blues i guess you're satisfied
An' you give me the blues i wanna lay down and die.
I helped you when you had no shoes on your feet, pretty mama
I helped you when you had no food to eat.
You're the kind of woman i just don't understand
You're takin' all my money and give it to another man.
Well you're the kinda woman makes a man lose his brain
You're the kinda woman drives a man insane
You give me the blues, i guess you're satisfied
You give me the blues, i wanna lay down and die
Well you give me the blues, i wanna lay down and die
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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