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Bobby Abbott – Softest Kiss

Release Date: October 24, 2015
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Produced by Bob Abbott | © & Ⓟ 2015 Their Records | All Rights Reserved

Notes

Guitars, piano, Hammond B3, vocals – Bobby Abbott
Additional guitars – Often Bathes
Drums/percussion – Jack Brown

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Abbsong Studio, Albuquerque, NM 2015.
Piano Tuning by Alexander D’Von Boggs
Album photography by Kathy Abbott

Lyrics

Softest Kiss - by Bob Abbott | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI

Verse
she’s flower petals, morning light, pastel hair and lovin’ eyes
Golden bangles on her wrist, atom split, softest kiss

Chorus
gentle curves of innocence, soft caress of elegance
Golden bangles on her wrist, atom split, softest kiss

Verse
born again, eternal faith, flaxen hair across her face
jangle bangle passion rush, double take, unbridled lust…

Chorus
gentle curves of innocence, soft caress of elegance
Golden bangles on her wrist, atom split, softest kiss, softest kiss

Chorus
gentle curves of innocence, soft caress of elegance
Golden bangles on her wrist, atom split, softest kiss
born again, eternal faith, flaxen hair across her face
jangle bangle passion rush, double take, unbridled lust…


Rude Awakening - by Bob Abbott and Mitchell Field | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI

Verse
Well it rained today, it made me think of you
And the things we did before we said “I do”
Well that was then and baby this is now
I feel like cryin’ but I don’t know how
For guys like me, it’s not allowed

Chorus
My heart’s breakin’ I can carry this torch but it’s fadin’
How long ’til I face reality and this rude awakening

Verse
Well she was twenty-three, the music meant everything
Sharing feelin’s on our first official date
Well baby that was then so many yesterdays
And now I know the reason why
No words describe, lovin’ so fine

Chorus
My heart’s breakin’ I can carry this torch but it’s fadin’
How long ’til I face reality and this rude awakening


I'm Afraid Of You - by Bob Abbott | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI

Verse
Why does this feeling of dread creep over me
Are your eyes blinded, why you cannot see
Surrounded by fools and the parasites
The truth will never leak out
Round and round as we circle the drain
And the endless lies spew from your mouth

Chorus
I’m afraid of you, I’m afraid of you, I’m afraid of you…

Verse
Not much of a stretch connect the dots
cause everyone get screwed the haves and have not’s
yeah I’m takin’ my wife gonna bug out of here
get caught up in the clouds
but you saps that are left behind
you better run you better watch out

Chorus
I’m afraid of you, I’m afraid of you, I’m afraid of you…

Verse
Trillions in debt and civil unrest
hardened hearts are all that is left
chaos and bedlam looters and thieves
kiss goodbye utopian dreams
when good is bad and bad is good
in a twinkling of an eye the trumpet sings

Chorus
I’m afraid of you…


Garage Band - by Bob Abbott | Published by Abbsong Music, BMI

Verse
Just another car in the freeway traffic
just another garage band in a city full of two-car garages, garages
Just another light in a city full of lights
Just another kite in a sky dotted with kites a flyin’, a flyin’

Chorus
You don’t need no four eyed loud mouth a calling your name
you don’t need no stick of butter to get your way

Verse
Everyone’s a skeptic that knows what I can do
but they’d never bite down on what I can chew and spit out on you
Just another lover with something to say
just another garage band that’s ready to play while you get loose

Chorus
You don’t need no shiney uptown microphone
you don’t need no patty cake séance to get you known
you don’t need no daytime shit job to get you paid
you don’t need no Rainbow witches to get you laid

Verse
I don’t lay down the heat so I can live in Malibu
I don’t play and not eat to satisfy you only me, only me
Many nights of pain written in every line
just a lost in the crowd garage band in a city full of two-car garages

Chorus
You don’t need no five thousand dollars to buy a P.A.
you don’t need no five hundred miles of recordin’ tape


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