All Lyrics Written By: Brian J. Conner
Speakers Bumpin'
Step back y'all
Get back get back y'all
Bout to have myself a heart attack y'all
So stressed out I'm bout to snap y'all
Say another word and I'll smash your glass jaw
It's time to take my guitar off the rack y'all
Rock that thing from front to backward
Let me see you shake it straight up on the dance floor
Shake that thang 'til you make it hurt
Time to put that backside to work
I got my speakers bumpin' from block to block y'all
Gotta keep this feelin' alive I got y'all
Fever buck wild tonight
Ain't gonna call you to apologize
Got the fever I got the fever
I love this freedom
Forget these nay-sayers I don't need 'em
Don't forget
Ain't gonna stop until I'm through with it
There's only so much you can take
Before you just start to break
There's one thing left to contemplate
What do you feel at the end of the day?
Is it discontent, contempt, and rage
Do you feel like you're about to suffocate
If you feel like you're about to suffocate
Here's a fresh breath to resuscitate
I got a bass drum bumpin' through the floor
'Bout to tear the neck off of my guitar
Sometimes a cut song can be your best friend
So tell somebody you'll be home tomorrow mornin'…
CHORUS
Slade Stone
Slade Stone was a rebel from the back wood
Raising hell since the day he was born
His mama raised him listening to country
Introduced to the new record store
Later on he started getting into music
Formed a true hellfire blues band
He was smooth, he was loose, he was true to his roots
You never heard a better sounding slow hand
He got his bags packed up and the van gassed up
A Stratocaster and his tapes tracked up
Said it's time it's time to warn ya
Movin South Carolina to California
Record labels are paper chasing debating to break him and some are
makin mistakes and just daily turn him away
He won't give up he keeps his head up
he's damn near fed up until one day
People pick up the paper and take a look at the head lines and
Can't even believe it seeing it their own eyes
Reading it from left to right "a country boy can survive"
Rockabilly belt buckle brass knuckle punch singer single handedly
Manages to change the whole industry livin life for the
Rock-n-Roll endlessly comin up with the top the charts chemistry
This is what I was born to be
I've never wanted something so badly
This is what I was born to do
Now get out of my way and watch my dreams come true
One day she walked right through the door
Bass drum bumped right thru the floor
Fresh tight packed straight out the box
Way too punk for punk rock
She got a toned up body covered by a dress that was
Black and violet dark painted eyes that were so hypnotic
He could not explain her ways
He said hello there and told her
my name is Slade Stone and now you know that supposed to
be on my way now to California
where I can stomp up on the stage like a soldier
My Calling
You could write your story down
Words straight from your mouth
Publish them out
Publish them and get a grip on mortality
You could study therapy
You could learn to free humanity
From everyday stress and monotony
Cuz' I've already found my calling
I've already found my calling
And they might say I'm crazy just for living
Like I do but I will follow you
You could watch a child be born
Call it all your own
Keep him from harm
Watch him become a version of you
You could start an enterprise with your family ties
You realize nobody wants to fail in their father's eyes
There's not a single past day I would ever trade for anything
Looking back now some of my favorite days
I can't believe I ever said I want it to end
I'm sorry for the things I said back then
I'm so blessed to have a brother and a best friend
You could sing a southern song stringing love along with your guitar into The country hall of fame where you belong
You could sing a melody and so easily capture the thing that lies in the Hearts of the main stream