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Nightmare In The Promised Land ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2013

It's a nightmare in the promised land
It's a god damned crying shame
There's evil in the holy cave
And they say it's religion that is to blame

Lines in the sand
Fighting in the land
I'm just playing in my band
But it's getting so out of hand

So I bought a train ticket to Tekoa
I was gonna make aliyah
but they transplanted Minnesota
So now I'm just back here in this bar

Cuz it's just crazy in Jerusalem
You can feel it on Mount Zion
I could here the roar of the lion
In that religious insane asylum

Cuz it's a bitch now in Babylon
It's a travesty in Tel Aviv
It's biblical Armageddon
And it's getting to tough to live

They got Arab and Christian quarters 
Damascus and Jaffe gate
Where there all waitin for the messiah
But it's ah looking like he's a little late

Cuz it's a nightmare in the promised land 
It's a god damned crying shame
There's evil in the holy cave
And I think every one is to blame

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Nightmare In The Promised Land  ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2012

HEAT ... pre master "final mix"  

Gary Ratoff © all rights 2014

 In the heat of the night   
 I went walkin around
 In the heat of the night
 I stumbled downtown
 
 In the heat of the moment
 I lost my head
 In the wink of an eye 
 There were fortyeight dead
 
 Aaaaaaaaah   aaaaah ... cuz, I was mad as hell 
 
 Piss was red
 Blood in my stool
 I wet the bed
 You know I poisoned the pool 
 
 Skin was burning 
 Bike broke the chain
 It’s a fact
 I went completly insane
 
 Aaaaaaaaaaah   aaaaah ... cuz I was mad as hell 
 
 Aaaaaaaaaaaaah  mmm  aaaaaaaah ...  yeah I was mad as hell
 
 
 Fluoride in the faucet ... mmm
 Rat poison pills
 Mercury fillings 
 Nothin but bills ... mmm

 
 Bean bags and tazers ... heh
 Barium in the air ... heh
 Radar and lazers ... heh
 Valium for your fears ... yeah
 
 My balls were breakin 
 It had gotten to tough
 My whole body twas shakin 
 Enough was enough 

 ooooaaaaaaah   aaaaah ... I was mad as hell ... mmm
 
 Cuz the oil men killed Kennedy ... yeah yeah
 And crack was their remedy ... yeah yeah
 ATF burned Waco ... yeah yeah 
 No Oklahoma ... No Nato ... yeah yeah

  Pain in the pelvis
  Fever high
  Drug wars and Elvis
  You know ... the big lie 
 
  Evil mama    
  The Marlboro Man  
  MK - Ultra
  You know the shit hit the fan
 
  Aaaaaaaaaaaah   aaaaah ... I was mad as hell 

  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah  aaaaaaah huh ... I was mad as hell

  And I saw the sun shine ... yeah yeah
  And I felt the rain ... yeah yeah
  And I heard  the mountains ... yeah yeah
  Scream out in pain  ... yeah yeah

  Snakes in my head
  Dogs on the roof
  Bugs in my bed
  The girl with the split tooth
 
   Bodies stained the street
   Where the victims fell 
   Me I'm a liar and a cheat
   Doin life in this cell
 
   Aaaaaaaaaaah  aaaaaah  ... and I´m as mad as hell 

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Songwriter/Lyrics - Gary Ratoff 
Executive Producer - Gary Ratoff 
Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Jim Wirt
 @ Crushtone Music Studios
Cleveland, Ohio USA 2014

Gary Ratoff - Guitar, and Lead Vocals
Jim Wirt - Base Guitar, Drums, Keyboards, and Backing Vocals
Brian Peters - Horns 
Arrangement - Gary Ratoff and Jim Wirt

Heat ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2014

GIRLS ... with horns ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2007

This one´s ... for the girls ... aaah mmm ... who rock my world mmm ah ha yeah ha ... I said this one´s ... for the girls, yeah girls ... girls ... mmm da da

This one´s for the one´s ... that paved ... paved ... the way
From New York, Detroit and Boston ... and ya know ... then on to LA
Like Tinas, and Annie's ... and Emmy Lou's ... yeah ah
Like Ms. Smith and Ettas ... who could belt out the blues ... yeah ... mmm mmm ... thats right ...
Yeah this ones for the girls ... yeah ... mmm mmm .. who rock my whole world ... ta cha

This one´s for the girls ... eh who rock my world ... mmm
I said ... this one´s, for, the girls, yeah ...  yeah  ... girls, girls girls

I said, I said ... this one´s for the one´s that got you ... mmm ... you know, mmm ... yeah ... mmm mmm .. in, in the mood ... ah
The funky junkie ones ... that knew just how to shake ... ah ... yeah mmm
boy they knew how to shake mmm mmm ...  shimmy ... and move

Yeah this ones ... ah for the girls ... who rock my world ... cha cha
Yeah ... said ... this ones for the girls, girls girls ... yeah ah

I said ... this ones ... for Patti Smith ...  mmm ... the punk poet, priestess ... queen uh yeah ... je bone
She was one dark goddess, aah ah when she burst out ... onto the scene 
She ruled at CBJBz ... yeah ... and you know and she packed the whole g-d damned room 
She just ... she just went ... aah ... BOOM BOOM BOOM ... taaaah ... che che ... bump bump

Yeah ... this ones for the girls ... yeah mmm mmm ... who rock my world ... aah that´s right ... ah  ...I said  ... this ones for the ... girls, girls girls

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Songwriter/Lyrics - Gary Ratoff
Executive Producer - Gary Ratoff 
Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by 
Jim Wirt @ Fourth Street Recording, 
Los Angeles CA 2012
and Crushtone Music Studios, Cleveland, Ohio USA 2013 and 2014

Gary Ratoff - Lead Vocal 
Gary Ratoff - Rhythm and Lead Guitars 
Jim Wirt - Base Guitar, and Keyboards 
Tom Demers - Electric Lead and Rhythm Guitars  
Drums - Chris Roberts 
Horns - Brian Peters 
Arrangement - Gary Ratoff with Jim Wirt

Girls  ... with horns ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2014

Riding That Train ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2013

Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah  
Aaaaah 
Aaaah 

I was born in a storm
In a hail of debris 
I'm ridin that train
Livin life ... I am free

Cuz my soul won't be bought
I aint payin that price
I don't care that you fought
I too aint that nice

So I'll be ridin that train
I'll be fukin with your brain
You did me wrong
You did me wrong

Aaaaaaaah Aaaaah ... You know you did

So like a bat outta hell
A renegade priest 
At the bottom of the well
I made a deal with the beast

But my spirit will soar
Is that understood
Just like legend and lore
I'm really that good

So I'll be ridin that train
I'll be fukin with your brain
You did me wrong
You did me wrong

mmmmm mmm mmm ah 
Ridin that train
Ah ridin that train

Oooooooooh ah
Ridin that train
Ridin that train

Oooooooh
Ridin that train
Ridin that train

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Ridin That Train ... final mix ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2014

WHO KNOWS ... Gary Ratoff ... © all rights 2013

Who knows ... if he's coming
Who knows ... if they're here
Who knows ... what I'm strumming
You Know  ... I'm not sure I even care
You Know  ... I'm not sure I even care
You Know  ... I'm not sure I even care

Do you know ... where you're going
Do you know ... where you've been
Ah what seeds ... we´re sowing
And where the hell ... we should begin .. ah
And where the hell ... we should begin .. ah
And where the hell ... we should begin

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows

So I could see you tommorrow
Or I could see you today
Or ow bout next week
Or I could see you in a different way
Or I could see you in a different way
Or I could see you in a different way

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows .. eh ... yeah

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows ... yeah


Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows


Who Knows

Who Knows .... Who Knows .... Who Knows ... yeah


So I could see you tommorrow
Or I could see you today
How bout next week
Or I could see you in a different way


Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows .. oh .. ya

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows ... yeah

Who Knows
Who Knows
Who Knows

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Produced by Gary Ratoff and Jim Wirt @ Crushtone Music Studios ... Cleveland, Ohio ... USA

Who Knows ... long intro ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2014

Dawn ... final mix ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2007

From my mother I was born ... in the wee hours, of the morn ... mmm
But I never, thanked, her enough ... yeah
Ah trouble has arrived ... in the hour, of this dawn ... yah
And there´s very few people ... left ... to bluff

I´ve done many ah pertinence ... for the hour, at hand 
And reached out, with the other ... in trust 
But I never did see, what it was all about 
While the acid rain ... was ah turnin the states ... to rust

Well I grew up well ... umm ... on the white side of them tracks ... yeah
But I never, I never, stayed ... for very long
I´ve seen mountains of troubles, and lies ... piling up ... yeah
And ... been a witness ... to atrocities, so wrong

So when will the leaders, of every political walk
Sit down at the table ... with your enemies break bread ... and talk
But all you get are thieves ... with their weapons of choice 
So you hide down a well ... or ... under some rock 

So if you see me coming ... with a frown so ... long
And a hammer, sickle, lantern ... in robes ... umm
Don´t fret for very long ... it´s the hour of a new dawn ... mmm
And we´ve reached the end of this road

So come all you people, who have ... hate, in your hearts
It´s time ... we made a new start
And let the past sleep forever in it´s grave
Where you and I, will surely be laid

Where you and I ... shall surely ... be ... laid

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Produced by Gary Ratoff and Jim Wirt @ Fourth Street Recording, Los Angeles CA ... and Crushtone Music Studios, Cleveland, Ohio ... USA

Dawn - Final Crushtone Mix

Joey ... final mix ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2007

Said once you get your faith ... you get your wings
One of the final steps ... before you sing
With the angels ... with the angels 

Said ... once you get your faith ... you get your wings
One of the final steps ... before you sing
With the angels ... with the angels 

Joey ... you took a piece of me
Joey ... I was blind ... couldn't see

But they say you should have a path
I say it's the one I'm on

Cuz once you get your faith ... you get your wings
One of the final steps ... before you sing
With the angels ... ah with the angels

So now as I look up around the bend
I long to talk to my long lost friend
But she's with the angels ... 
She's with the angels

Joey ... you took a piece of me
Joey ... I was blind ... couldn't see

But they say you should have a path ... la la la la
I say it's ... the one I'm on ... la la la la
They say you're gonna feel Gods wrath .. la la la la
I say don't go giving me a spiritual ultimatum  ... la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la ... hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la 

Once ya get your faith
You get your wings
One of the final steps
Before you sing
With the angels
She's with the angels

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Produced by Gary Ratoff, (Memo Andres, pre-production Guadalajara) and Jim Wirt @ Crushtone Music Studios ... Cleveland, Ohio ... USA

Joey ... final mix ... Gary Ratoff © all rights 2007

Paradise - Gary Ratoff © all rights 2013

Oh Señorita
Mi Mamacita
Mi Floricita
I want to meet you in paradise

It won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
My little girl

Oh Mamacita
My sweet chiquita
Dulce Gordita
I want to meet you in paradise 

It won't be long
It won't be long
It won't be long
My little girl

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Produced by Gary Ratoff and Jim Wirt @ Crushtone Music Studios ... Cleveland, Ohio ... USA

Paradise  Gary B. Ratoff all rights 2013

BURN ... Gary Ratoff 
© all rights 2007

If you invaded my country, stole my land, infected my people, with a tyrants last stand, if you rounded them up, mmm ... and put them some where, your life wouldn't be worth a nickel, and, you'd be livin it in fear ... cuz, I'd burn the white house down ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... burn that bitch to the ground ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... and I would bring on the cold dark night ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... put you in shock ... umm ... you'd die of fright 

And if with one hand and fingers crossed, you gave to my mother, built your weapons of choice, and stole with the other, and you marched off to war, and killed my brother ... now you know what I'd do, cuz I done blown my cover ... I would burn the white house down ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... I would burn that bitch to the ground ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... yeah I would bring on the cold dark night, Amerikaka Amerikaka ... put you in shock ... ah ah you'd die of fright ... I would burn the white house down ... Amerikaka Amerikaka  ... yeah I would burn that bitch to the ground ... Amerikaka ... yeah ... Amerikaka

You walled off hope, infected minds, hung em rope, and then handed them stiff fines, when will you learn, when will you change, when your cities burn ... you'll remember that I sang ... yeah ... I would burn the white house down  ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... yeah ... I would burn that bitch to the ground ... yeah ... how bout them apples how do they sound ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... yeah I'd burn the white house down .... I would burn the white house down Amerikaka Amerikaka ... yeah ... I would burn that bitch to the ground Amerikaka Amerikaka ... and I would bring on the cold dark night ... Amerikaka Amerikaka ... put you in shock ... you'd die of fright ... yeah   

Where will you run, when that final day comes, ah where will you be, when freedoms finally free, and what will say on that fateful judgement day ...  what would you pay ... if you had no place to stay 

And if ya stole my money, and drugged my children, and slaughtered my brethren from ... Tripoli to Berlin ... and ya sold me on war, and tortured, my neighbors, and turned your back on the poor, like a bunch of ah corporate  raiders ... ha ... aaaaaaaah .... I would burn the white house down ... aaaaaaaah burn that bitch to the ground, aaaaaaaah ... how bout them apples how do they sound  ... yeah ... I would burn the white house down 

Amerikaka Amerikaka 

Amerikaka Amerikaka

Amerikaka Amerikaka

Amerikaka Amerikaka

Amerikaka Amerikaka

Amerikaka Amerikaka

Amerikaka Amerikaka

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Burn - Final Crushtone Shortened Mix

Stop Torturing Me ... Gary Ratoff © 2013

Had anyone ... come to my rescue
Had anyone ... been there to see
Had anyone ... been there to pull me through
Had anyone ... just let me be

Please stop torturing me
I'm as blind as a man can be
Please stop torturing me
Please just let me be

How many lies ... must I listen to
How many more of them ... must we endure
Isn't life for the living
Isn't that ... what's it's for

Please stop torturing me
I'm as blind as a man can be
Please stop torturing me
Please just let me be

Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaah

Oooooooh ...  Oooooooh ... Oooooooh ... Oooooooh ... Oooooooh
Oooooooh ...  Oooooooh ... Oooooooh ... Oooooooh ... Oooooooh

Please stop torturing me
I'm as blind as a man can be
Please stop torturing me
Please just let me be

Had anyone ... come to my rescue
Had anyone ... been there to see
Had anyone ... been there to pull me through
Had anyone ... just let me be

Please stop torturing me
I'm as blind as a man can be
Please stop torturing me
Won´t ya please ... just ... let ... me ... be

Produced by Gary Ratoff and Jim Wirt @ Crushtone Music Studios ... Cleveland, Ohio ... USA

You Melt In My Eyes - Gary Ratoff all rights 2010

New Blues - Late Rock - Globe Trotting Slam - with a Twist of Twang, a Dash of Dirge, a Pinch of Punk, a Goblet of Gospel, a Railroad of Roots, an Armada of Americana, a Satchel of Soul, a Fulcrum of Folk, a Filagree of Funk, a Dollop of Detective, a Pocket Full of Progressive, a Cupful of Country, a Hoodie of Hip Hop, an Inch of Industrial, a Rottweiler of Rap, a Hovel of House, a Tad of Techno 🤮 a Wee Bit of World and a Stream of Consciousness 

Classy Gary a.k.a. Gary Ratoff… is an original Singer-Songwriter Recording Artist/Poet/Impresario
exclusively For Amusement Only Records™, 
… all rights 2012

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