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Live at Cafe Au Go Go 1971

by Buzzy Linhart

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I burned my fingers on the coffee pot Toast was cold and the orange juice was hot. I should start over but you know I'd rather not. Same thing gonna happen again Cause that's the bag I'm in. Last night as I was walking down the street, Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet, Some jive crank called the cops on the beat. It'll happen every single time. Every morning when I get up, I miss my connection and I'm late for work again You know they'll probably drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in. I dasn't bet a nickle cause I'd get paid off in yen. Sometimes you just can't win cause that's the bag I'm in. Jukebox playing the same old melody, Keep on bringing back those blue memories. This evil feeling's gonna be the death of me I think I'm going out of my mind. Every morning when I wake up, I burn my fingers on the pot, Toast is cold and the orange juice is hot, I should start over but you know I'd rather not Same thing gonna happen again, Cause that's the bag I'm in.
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(Buzzy Linhart) And I'm so high I can't go on Oh but I Can sing this song Because the love's still growing And the love's still growing Some folk say That all hope is gone But today, the world is one Because the love's still growing And the love's still growing It's time to say It's time to know that it's O.K., that some must go.
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Songwriters: Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr. Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes, the strong gets more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money, you've got lots of friends Crowding round the door When you're gone, and spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own He just don't worry 'bout nothin' 'Cause he's got his own
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Rollin On 03:49
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Friends 03:55
Songwriters: Buzzy Linhart / Mark Klingman And I am all alone. There is no one here beside me. And my problems have all gone, There is no one to deride me. But you got to have friends the feeling's of so strong. You got to have friends to make the day last long. I got some friends but they're gone Someone came and took them away And from the dusk till the dawn here is where I'll stay. Standing at the end of the world boys Waiting for my new friends to come. I don't care if I'm hungry or poor, I'm gonna get some of them. 'Cause you got to have friends. 'Cause you got to have friends

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released April 8, 2014

Buzzy Linhart, lead vocals, guitar, vibraphone
Luther Rix, drums, backing vocals
Bill Takas, bass

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Buzzy Linhart Berkeley, California

Singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist cut his teeth 1963-68 Greenwich Village leading Seventh Sons; known for backing Fred Neil live & fusion of Indian raga-folk/rock/blues. Managed by their drummer Serge Katzen; notable members were Max Ochs on guitar, Steve DeNaut (bass 63-64) and James Rock on bass, 1964-1968. But before they could release a full album they broke up and Buzzy went solo. ... more

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