LYRICS:

Aint got no money, but it’s food up in my pantry though
I see you, brunette boo, just staring with them pantyhose
And the blondie too with the jeans so tight you can see the camel-toe
Come back to my place, we can see how much that fanny hold
Cause aint no time like the present, that’s what granny told me
That’s what granny told me, babe, that’s what granny told me
So take my hand and hold it

Nobody told me I would feel this way
My body’s older but I’m still the same
See I stay in altered states all damn day
Don’t tell me its too late for me to put it down
Oh to put it down

I’m watching Netflix with the best chicks
They got the breasts big, and the rest thick
Red lips, like a death kiss, I get reckless when them legs split
And she beg me “Eat that breakfast”, so I go down, ship-wreckage
See I don’t discriminate, no shape, shade, race, waist-size, or weight
If you got a pretty face and conversate with style and grace
Then I’m amazed, take me away cause I need a taste lady

Nobody told me I would feel this way
My body’s older but I’m still the same
See I stay in altered states all damn day
Don’t tell me it’s too late for me to put it down
Oh to put it down

Well I gotta put it down pretty mama in more ways than one
And woah woah woah, take it off for me slow before you drop it girl
Cause foreplay is fun, dig it?
And uh, hey you look a little pale we should get some more rays of sun
Maybe take a boat-plane to some place where them runways don’t run, but…

I aint got no money, aint got no, aint got no
Cause I spent it all on weed and alcohol
So give me a call, babe, and we can smoke it all, smoke it all
I said we could smoke it all, baby
I said smoke, we could smoke it all
If you just give me a call

We could go to the park and talk until it gets dark, then
Go back to my place, I’ll fix us a nice plate but
Oooooooooh I aint got no money baby
Said I aint got no……

No Money

Well howdy there folks, this here's the tale  
of man who helped a land called Israel  
rain hot hell down upon their neighbors for the crime of casting off their yoke. 
And since history has a way of washing sins clean,  
especially for old white men if you know what I mean,  
I felt a song was in order regarding the legacy of Genocide Joe. 

See since right before 1948 
there's been a US-backed apartheid state  
in the middle of the Middle East  
in a land they once called Canaan. 
And the playbook they've been using is tried and true,  
force out the natives and then take their land too,  
I mean after all that's how the USA became the land of freedom.  

But now they wanna try to call this thing a war  
when its really something I don't think we’ve ever even seen before,  
I mean mass, mass murder of innocent civilians and children.   
And yet, through it all, 
Ol Joe never thought it might be prudent to call his partners  
and say, “Hey we gotta rethink strategy here, y'all are doin too much killin!” 

Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe  
There'll be another child dead by the end of this song  
There's a list of war crimes like the day is long 
But don't let that stop you Genocide Joe 

Now I've been asking myself, Just who does peace threaten?  
and the war profiteering manufacturers of weapons have gotta be high on that list,  
so you know they're about as happy as a pig in shit.  
Cause now Ol Joe don't even bother with Congress,  
just writes a blank check for more bombs,  
accomplice to the most depraved crimes against humanity in recent history,  
you son of a bitch.  

Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe 
Blood in the streets for the oil in the sea  
We ain’t never gonna see another lick of peace  
with leaders like Ol Genocide Joe 

Now Big Oil and Big Gun ain't the only ones  
who wanna see these wars won. 
The whole fortune 500 wants access to new markets  
and new masses of that sweet cheap labor.  
And that's why they spend so much goddamn money 
getting guys like joe to keep pouring on the honey,  
and when he finishes building the Gaza Strip Mall they'll thank him kindly for the favor.   

Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe 
He wouldn't get hired as a Walmart greeter,   
how the hell’s this old man supposed to be a world leader?  
I seen better eyes on an old potato  
Elders might be wise but they're also usually like kinda racist,  
So who elected Genocide Joe? 

Well I think somewhere in the back of his mind  
Ol Joe knows he probably doesn't have too much time left among us living,  
and won't have to face the consequences of his aggression.  
So I've decided to take it upon myself  
to make sure we remember Joe was happy to help  
murder thousands of children in the name of good ol’ fashioned colonial oppression   

Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe 
Bombing churches, families, hospitals, and schools  
and if the bombing weren't enough you got ‘em starving there too 
You don't give a damn because they’re brown and poor.  
I know if Russia tried this shit we’d have another World War  
Tell me what's the difference Genocide Joe?  

So if y'all mean to tell me that you can't find  
a better candidate than a racist, deaf, dumb and blind octogenarian  
Then buddy, I've decided I ain't voting.  
And if all that means that Don wins again  
and starts getting in on the killing I'll write a song about him,  
but til then someone please stop this senile fucking maniac Genocide Joe  

Genocide Joe, Genocide Joe  
We seen the dead children with our own damn eyes   
And we heard the mothers' sorrow in her heart broke cries  
You're the one to blame for all these children's pain  
And I pray that some way you’ll have your day in the Hague   
But won’t nothing stop Ol Genocide Joe  
No ain’t no stopping Genocide Joe 

The USA loves Genocide Joe 
And Canda   
And Germany love Genocide Joe  
And Australia  
And the UK all love Genocide Joe  
and the EU  
And the papers all love Genocide Joe  
So this one's for you 
We won't forget you Genocide Joe

Genocide Joe

Hope. 
Hope to be loved. 
Hope to be held at night, 
when all the storms are over. 
Oh hope, hope to be loved. 
Hope that a rainy spring 
means sunshine’s on its way. 

Hold, 
hold tight 
cause it may not seem so now, 
but soon we’ll be getting older. 
Oh hold, hold onto everyone, 
cause there’s not a single sign 
our savior’s on his way. 

It’s so easy to intellectualize 
what love means.  
You can get lost in the thought, 
caught up, open eyes in bed, 
or you can go back 
to the things themselves. 

To the bodies, 
to the sensory perception 
above and underneath,
to the feelings on the tongues and tips 
of fingers against lusted lips, 
to the five-act play of night and day, 
to the waves of light and sound. 
In the material love abounds.

Hope. 
Hope to be loved. 
Hope to be held at night, 
when all the storms are over. 
Oh hope, hope to be loved. 
Hope that a rainy spring 
means sunshine’s on its way.

It’s so easy to intellectualize 
what love means.  
You can get lost in the thought, 
caught up, open eyes in bed, 
or you can go back 
to the things themselves. 

To the bodies, 
to the sensory perception 
above and underneath,
to the feelings on the tongues and tips 
of fingers against lusted lips, 
to the five-act play of night and day, 
to the waves of light and sound. 
In the material love abounds.

Hope To Be Loved

Unreleased Mastered tracks from The Atkins Tent Revival's new EP "Getting Older"

Baby Says (She's Gonna Be A Pornstar)

Every step I take, 
I’m bumping into myself, isn’t that strange? 
Isn’t that strange? 
Every face I see 
is one I’ve already passed on this street. 
The ones I never meet. 
Every mistake I make, 
it feels like one that I’ve already made, 
and I’m afraid to make. 
Every word I speak, 
I spoke before, I told this joke last week. 
Everything that’s gonna happen 
has already happened, don’t you believe me? 
Don’t you believe me?  
Everything that’s gonna happen 
has already happened, 
you’ll see when you leave me. 
Every flash of light 
has passed as fast as it came into sight.  
Off to that eternal night. 
Everything alive 
already died out there some point in time. 
It’s just a matter of time. 
Everything that’s gonna happen
has already happened, don’t you believe me? 
Don’t you believe me?  
Everything that’s gonna happen 
has already happened, 
you’ll see when you leave me. 
And in a dream angels came and sang, 
“The ocean’s reflecting the sky is reflecting the ocean.” 
They said, “The ocean’s reflecting the sky is reflecting the ocean.”
They said, “The ocean’s reflecting the sky is reflecting the ocean.” 
And they told me when I die,
 all the oceans and skies 
they’ll enfold me.  
Yes they told me when I die, 
all the oceans and skies 
they’ll enfold me.
Yes they told me when I die, 
all the oceans and skies 
they’ll enfold me. 
Everything that’s gonna happen 
has already happened, don’t you believe me? 
Don’t you believe me?  
Everything that’s gonna happen 
has already happened, 
you’ll see when you leave me.

Every Thing

Day breaks on the treetops, 
tomorrow’s just begun.  
Mamma said every new day 
brings something good to come, 
but I’ve been waiting all night 
for these teardrops to dry, 
and you still ain’t come home.  

Sun sets on my garden, 
darkens yesterday. 
My phone ain’t rang one time 
since you went away. 
No, you’re gone, 
and I can’t stop thinkin of you.  

And the thought of sleep 
is just an empty sigh. 
My weary days 
turning into nights. 
And all I want 
is to hear your laughter 
one more time.  
I should move on, 
but baby I just 
can’t stop crying.  

Where you gone? 
And with who? 
Lord I’ve spent so long, 
yes so long, 
thinkin of you.
Oh, you’re gone,
and I can’t stop
thinkin of you.

Getting Older

Thinking Of You

I’ll make a home of that ocean, you’ll see. 
You’ve already lost. 
I’m not the kind of guy 
who wonders why the stars align at night. 
I don’t need to ask.  I don’t need to ask. 
You can’t keep the past, so don’t even ask.  

I’d do about anything to know just one truth, 
but I learned long ago 
the apples all got eaten.  
A sailor’s journey never truly ends, 
baptized but born of sin, 
condemned to always repeat the past, 
repeat the past, repeat the past, 
so don’t even ask,
 
Cause Shit Creek’s only hip-deep 
if your sea-legs are long enough, 
shit creek’s only hip-deep 
if your sea-legs are long enough, 
so hop on over the side, 
the water’s fine there where you are, 
hop on over the side, 
the water’s fine there where you are, 
hop on over the side, 
the water’s fine there where you are, 
hop on over the side, 
the water’s fine there where you are. 

Any time you want. 
All the time you need.  
Anything at all.  
Any time you want.  
All the time you need.  
Anything at all.

Sailor's Journey

I wish that my baby was waiting at home, 
sleeping in our bed with her nightgown on, 
but she’s not there, no 
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.  

Wake up in the morning and I work ’til night, 
want to love her long in the candle-light, 
but she’s not there, no, 
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.  

When she’s gone in the night the air turns thin and cold, 
like the little white diamonds of her long-lost soul. 
No she’s not there, no, 
Looks like I’m sleeping alone.  

She sailed across the ocean looking for herself.  
Who am I to blame her when I did as well, 
oh now she’s not there no, 
Looks like I’m sleeping alone. 

Lay awake and wonder with a worried mind, 
was it worth the heartache or just wasting time, 
oh now she’s not there no, 
looks like I’m sleeping alone.  

When she’s gone, in the night the air turns thin and cold, 
like the little white diamonds of her long-lost soul, 
no she’s not there no, 
looks like I’m sleeping alone.  

I wish that my baby was waiting at home, 
sleeping in our bed with her nightgown on, 
but she’s not there no, 
looks like I’m sleeping alone.

Little White Diamonds

The Atkins Tent Revival is Trondheim's newest Country/Rock/ Blues/Soul band, and they've come to spread the Gospel of Good Times!
Led by singer/songwriter and Texas-native Ben Atkins, the group combines influences from blues, country, soul, jazz, ranchera (Mexico), folk, R&B, hip-hop, gospel, and rock to wow audiences with a show unlike anything else in town. The new Trønder band line-up features Ulf Lundgren on lead guitar, Trude Heggstad on keyboard, Aasmund Sivertsen slappin' the bass, and Eirik Fagerslett on drums.
The songwriting is anecdotal and ranges from lighthearted comedy to existential heartbreak, with lyrics that seek to connect with the listener through universal experiences like love, loneliness, financial instability, and the basic human desire to have a good time. The ATR's performances bring these stories to life in a poetic confessional led by Atkins' nuclear vocals.

The Atkins Tent Revival

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