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Red River
04:05
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Red River, send me to my hallowed grave
Reverse the tide, move me as I sail away
Bring on the storm and pound the rain,
Curse the tide, no mercy comes this way
And may the moon make malice waves,
To wash my sins, wash my sins away
Red Morning, see the sails within your gaze,
Let skies glow red, and sirens sing
Their tempting songs bring certainty
Take these bones on the ground and leave,
For my soul rests in the songs you sing
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High Roller
02:56
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Hey there high roller, with your crocodile tears
Look over your shoulder, time to listen am I clear?
Oh your wicked smile and vicious games
and baby blues can kill with just a gaze
Say goodbye at the firing line
Aces and 8’s have sealed your fate this time
Hey there, high roller, don’t you play your games with me
Your reign is over, leave your crown and make your plea
Say goodbye at the firing line,
Aces and 8’s have sealed your fate
Load ‘em up and flood the gates,
Your time has come nowhere to run!
Hey there high roller!
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The Voices
04:05
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My palms are sweaty and I can’t play pretend
Hurts so much when will all this end
I’m pissed off, I’m scared, I hate to be alone
Leave me with my demons
Their stories never get old
Hit me with the truth, but let me say the words
This wounded flesh, a heart attack, shaken not stirred
Won’t you let me go? But be there when I call?
Say the word, I’ll be there when the time comes
I can’t catch my breath and all I hear is sound
The voices in my head can’t seem to calm the fuck down
Won’t you let me go?
But catch me when I fall?
Say the word
I’ll be there when the time comes
My palms are sweaty
And I can’t play pretend
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Slapjack
02:57
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Ghost Inside A Frame
04:01
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I went to grab that picture, two faces in a frame,
and as I turned it over, saw that I look just the same.
You’re telling all my jokes just to hear somebody laugh,
Guess the silence is too lonesome, and I’m not coming back
No stories to be written, no memories to make,
Now I’m just a picture of a ghost inside a frame
One day we’ll all be thrift store ghosts,
Photos just tossed into a bin,
The spinning wheel of time, so cruel to pay no mind,
Stories simply scattered to the wind
No stories to be written, no memories to make,
Now I’m just a picture of a ghost without a name
No songs left to sing, or adventures left to take,
Nothing but a picture of a ghost inside a frame
I guess it was my timeline, a train without its tracks
Nowhere left to go, nowhere to turn back
No stories to be written, no memories to make,
Now I’m just a thrift store ghost who doesn’t have a name
No songs for us to sing, or stages left to play,
Now I’m just a picture of a ghost inside a frame
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Angela Petrilli & The Players Los Angeles, California
Founded in 2020, Angela Petrilli & The Players made their debut in Los Angeles, CA. In 2023, they released their debut EP, "The Voices". The band has opened for The Immediate Family, Billy Bob Thornton & The Boxmasters, and Joe Bonamassa's Stream-a-thon. Angela was featured in the July 2023 issue of Guitar Player Magazine. The song "Ghost Inside A Frame" was recently featured in Rolling Stone. ... more
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