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You may purchase the new CD, "Rub Some Funk on 'Dat!", here. Just email us your address and indicate how many copies you'd like. CD's are $15 each plus $2 shipping/handling. Checks can be made to Voodoo BBQ. Buy in bulk and save! OR...you may also purchase it thru CD Baby (http://www.cdbaby.com/voodoobbq) for the same price- $15.00! OR...go to iTunes , search for Voodoo BBQ and there you go- of course you don't get the linernotes or the sleeve & stuff...your choice! Enjoy, and thx for the support! |
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"WALK ON MARS" ©2005 Mark Bosnian
I don’t want lots of money I don’t need the fame I don’t care if no one remembers my name I wanna walk on Mars Feel that red earth beneath my feet I want to stand in open spaces Before they turn to houses and streets It won’t be too much longer There’s no place left to grow Out of time and out of space with nowhere to go I wanna walk on Mars Feel that red earth beneath my feet See canals and polar ice caps Before they bring the serious heat Don’t talk of slowing progress Can’t stop the forward march Ignore a distant shore and risk not leaving your mark I wanna walk on Mars Feel that red earth beneath my feet A new frontier is calling All I want is a front row seat |
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"RUb SOMe FUNk On 'DAt" Lyrics ©2005 Mark Bosnian
It starts out late at night With a pain like a rattlesnake bite And then you can’t remember what you were gonna do It never feels like much at first Then comes the hunger and the thirst You got a serious cravin’ for some Voodo B-B-Que You been bitten by a wicked bug Hard to shake when it’s in the blood You gonna start a-movin, Gris-gris gumbo groovin’ Losin’ it all over the place You gonna start to scream and shout You gonna end up wiggin’ out The line between what’s real and what’s not Goes slippin’ out the back CHORUS: You better rub some funk on 'dat It’s gonna get nasty if you don’t You can’t fight this kinda thing all by yourself You better rub some funk on 'dat Before it seeps into your bones There’s only one thing that will help-- Rub some funk on 'dat Crazy rhythm in your feet Hard to walk this one way street The full moon fever’s wrapped you in a shroud Too late to turn around Once you hear that sound Ain’t no doctor in the world can save you now You been infected with a serious bout Disected from the inside out You gonna start a-movin, Gris-gris gumbo groovin’ Losin’ it all over the place You gonna feel your mouth go dry Gonna gasp for breath, gonna howl at the sky A black cat crossed your trail and now The monkey’s on your back CHORUS I know You can see Mystical visions happening in your head And now you Found out you can fly When you come Down You are gonna Need an Extra shot of Good ol’ Mother Nature’s little Helper |
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“Don’t Go Outside” Lyrics ©2004 Mark Bosnian
I don’t mind--if you can’t see through the windows anymore It don’t really matter--if nobody ever comes up on the porch Let’s stay here inside--we can hold out for a long, long time If we close our eyes real tight--we may never be the victim of a crime CHORUS: Don’t go outside Don’t open the door Don’t go outside You don’t know what you’ll find Don’t go outside Do you really want to go there? Don’t go outside It may not be the place to be Don’t go outside You won’t like what you see Don’t go outside Don’t want to be too disappointed You don’t want to go outside I don’t know--but I heard a noise and think I saw a light Check those locks again--we don’t want someone to take us by surprise Change the message on the phone--in case somebody calls to see if we left town Turn the music up real loud--try to scare off anybody hangin’ ‘round CHORUS I can see--there is definitely someone in the street Step away from the door--I don’t think it’s anybody we should meet Turn on all the lights--there is still a chance that they’ll leave us alone If we play our cards just right--we will never have to leave our happy home CHORUS |
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