Que Calor !

Que Calor ! (Nova Materia Cover)

On A Wave / Don't Let Love Be A Stranger

On A Wave

GarciaLive Volume 21: February 13th, 1976 Keystone Berkeley

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) (Live at Sophie’s, 2/15/76) [feat. Jerry Garcia]

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Some of Sugar Hill's best and newest artists.

Chris Thile - Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground

Beach Song

Written/Produced by Theo Katzman and Tyler Duncan 
Mixed by Tyler Duncan 
Mastered by Devin Kerr 

Theo Katzman: Drums, Guitars, Lead Vocals, Percussion 
Joe Dart: Fender Bass 
Lee Pardini: Wurlitzer Electric Piano 
Mike G & Laura Mace: Omni Backing Vocals

Hard Work

I imagine Saint Valentine had a phenomonal body.

Gregory Alan Isakov - Saint Valentine

When I wake up, I don’t wake up
Until I crawl inside a coffee mug full of speed and powder drugs and coffee

When I get to work, I don’t get to work
Until I give my brain another jerk
With a couple keep-me-goin’s and a calm-me-down

Some folks roll automatic
They rise and fall just like God would have it
And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going
Well, I wish I could, but I spent alotta years
Trading the tides for coffee and beers
Now, I gotta shift my own busted gears
I’m a manual

When it’s happy hour, it ain’t happy hour
Until a couple rounds, tall, strong and sour
Get to shining up my smile for you see

When it’s time to chill, I don’t got time to chill
Until I get my watch to start standing still
And I know how, but that sure will be expensive

Some folks roll automatic
They rise and fall just like God would have it
And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going
Well, I wish I could, but I spent alotta years
Trading the tides for coffee and beers
Now, I gotta shift my own busted gears
I’m a manual 

I need my chemicals
To keep this vehicle
On the road

When she’s ready for sex, I ain’t ready for sex
Until I sneak a pill from my bedside chest
And, man, I’m far too young for this, I’m a manual

When it’s time to sleep, I don’t go to sleep
Until I smoke a big ol bowl of weed
And wash it down with cold and flu relief, I’m talking bout the good stuff

Some folks roll automatic
They rise and fall just like God would have it
And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going
Well, I wish I could, but I spent alotta years
Trading the tides for coffee and beers
Now, I gotta shift my own busted gears
I’m a manual 

I need my chemicals
To keep this vehicle
On the road

I’m a manual
I need my chemicals
To keep this vehicle
On the road

Darkness and the Light

Trampled by Turtles

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