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"Does the notion of mixing the best of the Beatles and Bowie, a dash of X, Elvis Costello, and the Violent Femmes and a drop or two of chick-rock cool, with a good-sized chunk of that whole late twentieth century psychedelic jangly pop guitar thing whet your appetite yet? …pop music, managing to create the most monstrously delicious slabs of music out of a myriad of influences."  [Back Stage Pass Magazine]

  1. Loopy Jane
  2. Hi [Laissez-Vous Voler Babe']
  3. She Blows
  4. Down
  5. Hold My Breath
  6. Something Big
  7. Music Box
  8. Where You Are
  9. Saint Joan
  10. Hand in the Fire
  11. Monkey Boy
  12. Claudia
  13. Kid
  14. Love Will Save the Day

Loopy Jane

My girl Jane, she’s not so plain
You might say she’s a little bit strange
She’s got a fetish for sex in the kitchen
Turns her on by her own admission
Hot as an oven when she plays she cooks
Can I come and play cause I like to look
She’s baking me treats, something sweet, bon appétit.

My Loopy Jane she’s not so plain
In our sugar pop world she’s my cinnamon girl
Wanna eat her up, can’t get enough
Of my Jane, Loopy Jane

Smell the aroma drifting down the hall
It’s calling to me I’m bouncing off the wall
Mesmerized by her invention
To have a taste is my intention
Captivated by her pantry moves
She looks so fine in her birthday suit.
She’s baking me treats, something sweet, bon appétit

My Loopy Jane she’s not so plain
In our sugar pop world she’s my cinnamon girl
Wanna eat her up, can’t get enough
Of my Jane, Loopy Jane

Jane is the smile on my face
Butter cream girl in white lace
Jane is the smile on my face
I love my Loopy Jane.

Chorus Out…

Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2004 BMI
Stephen Dees - Vocal, Guitars, Bass, Tambourine
Patricia Ann Dees - Vocals, Keyboard
Alberto Cruz - Drums



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Hi [Laissez-Vous Voler Babe']

When I kick back, ready to unwind
In my secret place, among the knotty pine
There I loose myself, in another time
Man, I could go for days

Some prefer jackin’ up on liquor
Now I’ve hear it said, hoppin’ up is quicker
But that won’t do for me
I like getting’ mellow on the Waikiki

Fly Fly, don’t you want to fly high babe’
Hi Hi, Laissez-Vous Voler, .. babe’

As the name suggests, chocolate chunk is chunky
Solid indica, I’m a funky monkey in electric green
Deep hashy flavor with a touch of bitter sweet.
Buddha’s girl, she’s a friend of mine a cherry candy tart; a silky leggy vine.
When she does her dance for me, sensi makes sense it’s the logic of the tea.

Fly Fly, don’t you want to fly high babe’
Hi Hi, Laissez-Vous Voler, .. babe’
Get high with me. Don’t cha wanna get. Everybody wanna get. Hello!

When she does her dance for me, sensi makes sense it’s the logic of the tea.
Fly Fly, don’t you want to fly high babe’
Hi Hi, Laissez-Vous Voler, .. babe’
Fly Fly, don’t you want to fly high babe’
Hi Hi, Laissez-Vous Voler, .. babe’
Don’t you wanna fly high. Now let’s kiss the sky. Get gone goodbye. Bye bye.


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2005 BMI
Stephen - Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Piano Bass
Patricia - Vocals, Saxophone Alberto - Drums
Greg Gumpel - Lead Guitar
Victor Wainwright - Organ
Helena Yates & Tj Evans - the Hi Flyers



 

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She Blows

My girlfriend looks so sweet.
With big blue eyes; tiny little feet
How was I to know? I couldn’t tell…
Beneath the shiny glow, a psycho bitch from hell.
Is it my plight to live my life on the edge of a knife?
There she goes, ready to explode.

Look out lay low, when she blows she blows {there she goes}
Everybody knows, bitch is out of control. {oh no they know}
There she goes, when she blows she blows.

Jealousy, possession, her worst traits
When she’s insecure, I tell her that she’s great.
Questions where I’m going; where I’ve been.
I’ve become a prisoner in the wolves den.
When I see red in her eyes; I run for cover and hide.
There she goes; ready to explode.

Look out lay low, when she blows she blows {there she goes}
Everybody knows, bitch is out of control. {oh no they know}
There she goes, when she blows she blows.

Sometimes she can be so sweet; especially when she’s talking in her sleep.
But then she starts to wake; that’s when the dam will break
There she goes; ready to explode.

Look out lay low, when she blows she blows {there she goes}
Everybody knows, bitch is out of control. {oh no they know}
There she goes, when she blows she blows.

Words and music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2007 BMI
Stephen – Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tambourine, Claps
Patricia – Vocals, Keyboards, Claps
Alberto – Drums
Tj Evans – Guitar

 

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Down

Action cameras rolling TV nation, Extreme reality is such a drag
Complacent zombies sucking up the lime light,
Have another chip it’s in the bag.

Channel surfing, Paris burning, fade to black, I’m going down.

Goofy gumshoe seeks a sacred dolphin, Jilted newlywed goes raving mad
Psychopathic auto-magnet monsters, Suffer from amnesia when they’re bad

Clouded vision, mind collision, fade to black, I’m going down.

Conspiracy is everywhere, I’ve been had but I don’t care
Freedom in my easy chair, Luminescence, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down.

Hello kitty, sugar pie is watching, Huggy bear is plastered on the ground
There’s the King he’s chatting up the fat girl, Hey Bo peep just gained another pound

Bad connection, crass deception, fade to black I’m going down>>>

Conspiracy is everywhere, I’ve been had but I don’t care
Freedom in my easy chair, Luminescence, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down

Mr. Green’s not so serene I’m sure, A junky for the screen is there a cure
Maximum exposure for the masses, Can’t you see the plot? Then get your glasses

Clouded vision, mind collision, fade to black, I’m going down.
Channel surfing Paris burning, fade to black I’m going down.


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2006 BMI
Stephen - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tambourine
Patricia - Vocals
Alberto - Drums
Brian Kelly - Shakers






 

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Hold My Breath

I hold my breath, did I hear a sound of a memory at my back door weeping
There’s no one there, it’s just my fear; of a bad time left far behind me.
Still I hold my breath. Hold my breath…

In a dark and lonely place
I hear a whisper, see your face
I must leave before I bleed
Wake me from this bitter dream
When words are false, reactions worse
The pledge of love becomes a curse

I hold my breath, did I hear a sound of a memory at my back door screaming
There’s no one there, it’s just my fear; of a bad time left far behind me.
Still I hold my breath. Hold my breath…

Break the glass, bend the spoon
Sadness hangs thick in a desperate room
No more tears, no more rage
Time to heal the wounds, turn the page
He’s not coming round here no more
Close the curtain, lock the door

I hold my breath, did I hear a sound of a memory at my back door pleading
There’s no one there, it’s just my fear; of a bad time left far behind me.
I hold my breath. Hold my breath…

No matter what it takes, I’ll look for better days
The sun will shine somehow
I’ll learn from my mistakes, no matter what it takes.
The sun will shine somehow
I’ll survive somehow, I hold my breath. Hold my breath…

I hold my breath, did I hear a sound of a memory at my back door bleeding
There’s no one there, it’s just my fear; of a bad time left so far behind me.
Still I hold my breath. Hold my breath….

Words and music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2005 BMI
Patricia - Vocals, Oboe
Stephen - Guitars, Bass
Alberto – Drums

 

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Something Big

Handle with care Mrs. Hibdon said.
Stephen is sleeping in his bed.
He’ll be surprised when he sees what we did.
This looks like Something BIG.

Greetings we send in a rainbow hue
Katie in green and young Matthew in blue
Thank you for making our dreams come true.
This looks like Something BIG. Something VERY BIG, inside.. oh my.


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2007 BMI
Stephen – Vocal, Guitars
Patricia – Vocal, Bass
Alberto - Drums


 

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Music Box 

Fortunata Dan and the boys from Deland like to sit by the road and wave
At Max Silver Shack, hit the Hammer out back,
Bamma jamma down at Blue Jay Way
They sure can play, have you heard; tap the eternal nerve;
Pre-dominate the verb

Are B has a music box, they put notes in and songs pop out
We all dig his music box, they put love in, watch that lid pop off.

Piana’ and Six String walking down Beal Street, last stop Melody Drive
Chickie Baby, Cat Daddy, Gun on the drums, the Wildroots hit that jive
Twenty ‘O’ Five Holy Ground; the coolest band in town;
Kickin’ up retro sound.

Daddy has a music box, they put notes in and songs pop out
Root boys dig that music box, they put love in, watch that lid pop off,

Ah… Music Box, we love our music box, gonna get our rocks off!

Happy tones, cool sounds, when the Bandees Fly Around;
it’s the Butterfly’s Big Day
Sugar pop non-stop, let’s rock til we drop,
gonna chase your blues away;
it’s ok bird has flown, medallion’s coming home, regenerate the tone.

Bandees have a music box, we put notes in and songs pop out
We all dig our music box, we put love in, Rock that lid right off.
And it’s a groovy thing!!


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2006 BMI
Patricia - Vocals Stephen - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keys,
Tambourine Alberto - Drums

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Where You Are

Tell me daughter, you sound bothered,
Desperate and blue
Searching, hoping, constantly coping
What will you do? I wonder too.

Come back, I know where you are
Meet me half way
Come back, I know where you are.

Running, chasing, my girl’s breaking
I’m breaking too.
Hard words spoken, drown in emotion
What can I do, I suffer you.

Come back, I know where you are
Don’t go that way
Come back, I know where you are
I know where you are.

Don’t be ashamed of who you are, you’re beautiful
You know I’ll always love you
Say you’ll stay, don’t turn away from your life; hold to loves light
Look up not down, come home, be found

Come back, I know where you are
Meet me half way
Come back, I know where you are
Say you will stay
Come back, I know where you are
I know where you are, where you are.


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2006 BMI
Patricia - Vocals
Stephen - Guitars, Bass
Alberto - Drums

 

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Saint Joan

Saint Joan was just twelve when her visions appeared
The saints and the angels told Joan to prepare
The task we present you; save Gods royal heir

King Charles said, “I like what’s in her head”
Angels sigh, the girl’s way on high, way high

Only heaven knows Saint Joan
Only heaven knows what she’s really like and on about
Heaven knows, Saint Joan

Now J’s dressed to kill, she has God on her side
A martyr should know that one day they must die.
Corrupt inquisition took Joan down with lies.

The judge decry, “The girl is gonna fry”
Angel’s sigh, Joan say goodbye, goodbye.

Only heaven knows Saint Joan
Only heaven knows what she’s really like and on about
Heaven know, Saint Joan

There’s nothing left to say, it’s time to fade away into the after life.
You’ve made the hall of fame; we all know your name.
Are you satisfied?
Standing on the shoulders of giants
Breaking down the walls of compliance.

Only heaven knows Saint Joan
Only heaven knows what she’s really like and on about
Heaven knows, Heaven knows… Saint Joan


Words and music: Stephen Leslie Dees Music
Copyright SLD Music © 2005 BMI
Stephen - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Tambourine
Patricia - Vocals, Keyboards
Alberto - Drums
Lauren Ellis - Slide Guitar
Roger Zimish - Ebo Guitar



 

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Hand in the Fire

Hey, Hey put your hand in the fire, put your hand in the fire and your hand gets burnt...


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2006 BMI
Stephen - Vocal, Guitars
Patricia - Vocal, Harmonica
Alberto - Cuban Washboard
Greg Gumpel - Mandolin
Mike Kaye - Upright Bass


 

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Monkey Boy

Trippin’ with the monkey, Jammin’ with the monkey
Freakin’ with the monkey, my baby loves her monkey boy
Laughin’ with the monkey, Twistin’ with the monkey
Goofin’ on the monkey, my baby loves her monkey boy

I will collide with a harsh loud noise
Completion of the vow I do embrace
Small exclusive moments, savoir-faire in my intent
Tenaciously you hold, I love it when you’re bold.

Trippin’ with the monkey, Jammin’ with the monkey
Freakin’ with the monkey, my baby loves her monkey boy
Laughin’ with the monkey, Twistin’ with the monkey
Goofin’ on the monkey, my baby loves her monkey boy

Hot flesh alive, when I feel your joy
Brain synapses, wrenching primal toy.
Courageous indignation overcomes me when I rage
Free in my primitive state, your number one primate.

I will collide with a harsh loud noise
Completion of the vow I do embrace
Small exclusive moments, savoir-faire in my intent
Tenaciously you hold; I love it when you’re bold.
Bless my soul, sure do love it honey when you’re bold.

Trippin’ with the monkey, Jammin’ with the monkey
Freakin’ with the monkey, my baby loves her monkey boy
Laughin’ with the monkey, Twistin’ with the monkey
Goofin’ on the monkey, my baby loves her monkey boy


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2006 BMI
Stephen - Vocal, Guitar, Bass, 1st Solo
Patricia - Vocal Alberto - Drums
Tj Evans - Guitar, 2nd solo
Roger Zimish - Guitar, Ebo


 

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Claudia

Part of what I am is gone; without you here it seems so wrong
Forever changed, forever gone; where are you now

There you sleep my little one; near the garden, in the sun
Dream of happy days to come, where there’s no pain
You will remain… Claudia

I can’t recall a kinder face; your countenance a state of grace
In my heart, remains a place; for all that we had
Still I am sad… Claudia

A hundred good words cannot change all the hurt
It’s so hard to get by
Won’t you please send a sign; let me know love sublime
It’s so hard to get by, it’s so hard but I’ll try…
Claudia

Part of what I am is gone…. Claudia


Music and Words: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2004 BMI
Stephen - Vocal, Guitars, Bass, Tambourine
Patricia - Vocal, Flute
Alberto - Drums
Brian Kelly - Shakers

  

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Kid

Kid what changed your mood
You've gone all sad so I feel sad too
I think I know some things we never outgrow
You think it's wrong
I can tell you do
How can I explain
When you don't want me to

Kid my only kid
You look so small you've gone so quiet
I know you know what I'm about
I won't deny it
But you forgive though you don't understand
You've turned your head
You've dropped by hand

All my sorrow, all my blues
All my sorrow

Shut the light, go away
Full of grace, you cover your face

Kid gracious kid
Your eyes are blue but you won't cry
I know angry tears are too dear
You won't let them go



Words and Music: Chrissy Hynde
Copyright © April Music/EMI
Patricia – Vocals
Stephen – Guitars, Bass
Alberto - Drums

 

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Love Will Save the Day

When the cruel misguided people, lead the world astray
When all hope fades, we must remember
Love will save the day

If your path grows dark and lonely, help is on the way
Don’t forget, you know the answer
Love will save the day

In loves pure light, our purpose shines bright
The essence of why we’re here
Hope not in vain, let love heal your pain
Love is all around you… for the taking.

When your head and heart are broken
Battered and betrayed
Don’t forget, you know the answer
Love will save the day

When all hope fades, we must remember
Love will save the day


Words and Music: Stephen Leslie Dees
Copyright SLD Music © 2006 BMI
Patricia - Vocals, Bass
Stephen - Vocals, Guitars, Tambourine Keyboard
Alberto - Percussion Ms. Hibdon’s 4th Grade Class - Voc
als

 

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