Master Of Disaster
Lyrics
Close some air Choking in clean underwear Bleeding tongue 8-Ball pounding in my lungsfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
basic rock song structurescountry influences
intricate melodic phrasing
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
electric rhythm guitars
an emotional male lead vocal performance
brass instrument solos
a gravelly male vocalist
acoustic rhythm guitars
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Now he's just a mean ole bastard When the master of disaster Gets tangled in his telecaster Close some air I can't see the coastline anymore Now he's just a mean ole bastard Sidewalks of white 8-Ball pounding in my lungs Choking in clean underwear Publishers: OVAL TRACK TUNES, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS Now he's just a mean ole bastard Chinatown When he plays the blues I never paid before I go Ship to shore When he had the heart to ask her Though we may be miles apart When he had the heart to ask her Gets tangled in his telecaster But the master of disaster You're in my heart Where the L.A. sun beat out the night Hand me down my walkin' shoes When he plays the blues I'll see you in another joint My last transmission down the drain Bleeding tongue I'm chasin' that old dragon down Gets tangled in his telecaster I thought, I made that loud and clear When he plays the blues I shouldn't be here When he had the heart to ask her There's my point And every note just shook the plaster Oh, when he plays the blues When he plays the blues And every note just shook the plaster We play the blues with the curtains drawn There's a debt I owe When he plays the blues Pounding brain So I sing the blues And the master of disaster He can't play it any faster Songwriter: John Hiatt I don't [Incomprehensible] And every note just shook the plaster When he plays the blues Now he's just a mean ole bastard He can't play it any faster He can't play it any faster


