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1. LSD (Lake Shore Drive)

LSD (Lake Shore Drive)

A homage to the famed lakefront highway in Chicago, the song was originally performed by Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah and written by one of its members. Here it is performed with a bit of a more upbeat pace and with an added touch of the voice of Chicago baseball icon Harry Caray. BB changed the original line of "rats on up to riches" to "rags on up to riches", also exemplifying the diversity of LSDs population, as he thought rats had no part in this awesome song from his beloved hometown Chicago. Musical credits Lead and backing vocals – Bob Borealis Duo vocals – Richard Scobie Guitars and programming – Mats Ymell Piano, keyboards – Magnus Eklund Bass – Gunnar Nordén Drums – Magnus Sjölander Harmony vocals – Mats Ymell, Magnus Eklund LSD (Lake Shore Drive) There's a road I'd like to tell you about, lives in my home town Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it'll take you up or down From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five Sometimes you can feel the green if your mind is feeling fine There ain't no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive And there's no peace of mind, or a place that you see, than running on Lake Shore Drive And there ain't no road just like it anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound And it's Friday night and you're looking clean, too early to start the rounds A ten minute drive from the Gold Coast back make sure you're pleasure bound And it's four o'clock in the morning and all of the people have gone away Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day And the sunshine's fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day And there ain't no road just like it anywhere I found Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town Just snaking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound Music & Lyrics written by Skip Haynes Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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2. Speedball Tucker

Speedball Tucker

A song that was recorded during "Seasons in the Heartland" sessions but wound up here instead on the album "Winds of the Circle". Originally a song that was written & performed by Jim Croce, it was a favourite of BB:s when he was a youngster in Chicago and him and his brother Per always played it to get psyched up before playing hockey games. Cause they never did "know how to take it slow". SPEEDBALL TUCKER I drive a broke down rig on 'May-Pop' tires Forty foot of overload A lot of people say that I'm crazy Because I don't know how to take it slow I got a broomstick on the throttle I got her opened up and head right down Nonstop back to Dallas Poppin' them West Coast turn-arounds And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that You know the rain may blow The snow may snow And the turnpikes, they may freeze But they don't bother ol' Speedball He goin' any damn way he please He got a broomstick on the throttle To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round With a cupful of cold black coffee And a pocketful of West Coast turn-arounds And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that One day I looked into my rear view mirror And a-comin' up from behind There was a Georgia State policeman And a hundred dollar fine Well, he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up And said, "Driver, you've been flyin' And ninety five was the route you were on It was not the speed limit sign" And they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that Yeah, they call me Speedball Speedball Tucker Terror of the highways And all them other truckers Will tell you that the boy is mad To be drivin' in a rig like that Songwriter Jim Croce Published by Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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3. Left her in America

Left her in America

The songs from the 2nd album "Winds of the Circle" recorded by BB & The Medicine Men in 1998/1999 at c90 Music and produced by c90 with BB assisting the production. The 15th Song (Speedball Tucker - Jim Croce) was recorded in 1996 at Sandkvie Studios with BB & The Medicine Men playing and produced by Johan Dereborn & BB. The 16th song (The Real Enemy) was recorded & produced by BB & Stefan Söderberg in 1993 at Lagret, Tumba.

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4. McMurphy Made Me Do It

McMurphy Made Me Do It

A weird little up-the-country tune from "The Winds of the Circle" album. Put the ball in the basket!

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5. Finnish Dressing

Finnish Dressing

Something very strange and very short from "The Seasons in the Heartland" production by BB and The Medicine Men. Bob was in Finland some years back and picked up a bottle of salad dressing he thought he might use for dinner. When he read the tongue-twisting name that was written in consecutive lettering on the label "valkosipulintuoksuinenviinietikkasalaattikastike" - well then he knew right then & there that there was a particular need for this spectacular word to be used in a song somewhere, somehow, sometime. Does it make any sense? Nope... it does not. Music by Bob Borealis, Jussi Riihelä, Johan Dereborn, Mats Ymell, Peter Damin Word by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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6. The Gnome

The Gnome

A cover of some early Pink Floyd (Syd Barret) recorded with the band "Small Mistakes" in 2007 after a rock n roll session worthy of the term Rockstar in every way... THE GNOME I want to tell you a story About a little man If I can. A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes. Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine. He wore a scarlet tunic, A blue green hood, It looked quite good. He had a big adventure Amidst the grass Fresh air at last. Wining, dining, biding his time. And then one day - hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Look at the sky, look at the river Isn't it good? Look at the sky, look at the river Isn't it good? Winding, finding places to go. And then one day - hooray! Another way for gnomes to say Hoooooooooray. Hooooooooooooooray. Written by Syd Barrett Copyright by Essex Music Inc.

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7. Killing Trout

Killing Trout

The opening track from BB & the Medicine Mens album "Winds of the Circle" is a fictional story that relates to BB:s dramatic time and experience as a fish farmer during the years 1985 - 1997. KILLING TROUT I remember back in ´76 Spent the summer out in Idaho Got sent away for pulling dirty tricks To the trout ponds of my Uncle Joe He had a dog named "Satan" That was said to be part wolf We worked real hard from dusk until dawn While Joe mostly slept on the lawn The feed it would smell like sewage But the fish they would eat it all Some of them were real big lunkers But others were deformed and small The "Khmer Green" showed up one day And claimed there was too much fish So them government boys shut mean Joe down And we left that Hillbilly Town We were killing trout We were killing trout We were killing trout And learning what life was about... Never will forget that summer When blood made a boy into a man Now Joe´s sinking slowly on a liquid diet And I´m a vegetarian We were killing trout We were killing trout We were killing trout And learning what life was about... Make that river red Slit them throats C´mon boyz - them city folks gotta eat Kill them trouts Written by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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8. What really matters?

What really matters?

Hillbilly tune from Winds of the Circle by BB & The Medicine Men WHAT REALLY MATTERS? Yeah my name is Billy Hill I live outside Aintryville Got no use for haste And the everyday drill I like watching Scooby Doo He knows more than me or you When the talkshows come on You know where my eyes are glued I eat my fast food real slow I had a job long ago I sit inside all day With my dreams in stereo What really Matters? What really Matters? What really Matters? What really Matters at all? And everywhere that I roam I see the people in their homes Wishing they had more stuff Maybe a facelift or a gnome Sometimes I call my Candy up She´s my little buttercup Ten minutes down the line I am done and I hang up It ain´t easy to be good Sometimes I that I could Then I mess things up And nose the floor made of wood What really Matters? What really Matters? What really Matters? What really Matters at all? What really Matters? What really Matters? What really Matters? What really Matters at all? NOTHING... Music by Jussi Riihelä & Bob Borealis Words by Bob Borealis Copyright BBQ Music

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9. Pyromania(c)

Pyromania(c)

Wild song about a FREAK (yes - a real person that once even buried a bunch of chickens alive with only their heads sticking up in the sand and then ran over them - whilst smiling - with a lawnmower) here performed by BB & The Medicine Men from the album "Seasons in the Heartland". PYROMANIA(c) You are not an ordinary man They say your mind has run out through the sands But there are things that no one else knows Like where the chickens that cross the roads go, into the: Fire Fire Burn in front of me Fire Fire Cauldron of heat Fire Fire Burn in front of me Fire Fire Gotta set you free The glow, the light you discover how to tame Like prehistoric man you learn to stalk your game The faceless tormenters calling you deranged Will now be taught how to fear the flames Fire Fire Burn in front of me Fire Fire Cauldron of heat Fire Fire Burn in front of me Fire Fire Gotta set you free Fire Fire Fire Fire Times will come, times will pass Watch your back, because nothing lasts Fire Fire Burn in front of me Fire Fire Cauldron of heat Fire Fire Burn in front of me Fire Fire Make love to me Words by Bob Borealis Music by Jussi Riihelä/Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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10. White Mans Blues

White Mans Blues

A track from the "Winds of the Circle" record. WHITE MANS BLUES I wish I was an Indian Living free on the plains I´d ride my horse and count my coups And learn how to love the rain And when the Wasichus would say That plenty for our earth they will pay I´d fight proud with honor Cuz death by resistance Sure beats The Reservation Way I wish I was an aborigine Under The Southern Crosses glow I´d try to find my own little Dreamland Get on by no worries where to go Anglo prisoners from far away They would come to us and stay I´d share with them And try to be a friend But watch as their dreams decayed I wish I was a Shaman On the tundras of the north I´d live with what I had and still be glad Make them hidden spirits come forth And when all the bottomless greed Had swallowed their every need I´d watch as great wide cultures Would come to an End With a plead I wish I was a Masai On the Serengeti Lands I´d hold my spear without any fear Let the rhythm flow from my hands When Missionaries spoke of freedom And new Gods implied that we were dumb Then one hot day They´d learn with dismay That from Rift Valley we all come I wish I was an Eskimo In the Land of the Cold I´d stay away from hungry polar bears And wouldn´t eat the yellow snow And when for oil they would drill And infest our soil with their spills I´d lie back chewing jerky in my igloo And wait for some time to kill I wish I was a head hunting cannibal In the jungles of New Guinea I´d make my own spicy suppers But wouldn´t eat the old or the skinny And when Big Birds would land Their faces spoke of big plans I´d fire up the stew And decide what to do About the dinner so close at hand But I am just a white man Yet I feel no personal blame But maybe its the lone individual That should learn how to feel the shame Of turning our only sphere Into lands dead, barren and shear The suicidal way And the failure of today Is that we choose not to interfere I wish I was an Indian... Words & Music by Bob Borealis Published by BBQ Music

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11. The Egg or the hen

The Egg or the hen

THE EGG OR THE HEN? All of us here Have got a passion And got a fear They may seem small Sometimes we don´t Feel them at all But who is to say That anyones sees things your way Under our skin Our feelings mix Our thoughts begin Heroic smile Rescued him for a little while He tried to find what lies Beyond the ordinary mind Who, what, where, why, if and when? I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle The Egg or The Hen? I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle The Egg or The Hen? River runs free Tears from the mountains Running endlessly Then came the flood Flowing through the valleys Like rushing blood Who, what, where, why, if and when? I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle The Egg or The Hen? I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle The Egg or The Hen? So far far away - yet so close to me Can we live through this painlessly Come to me! Don´t you bogart that joint Pedro Days they went on When he looked back they were gone gone gone I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle The Egg or The Hen? I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle I´d really like to know the answer to the riddle The Egg or The Hen? ...the Rooster... Words & Music by Bob Borealis Published by BBQ Music

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12. Grandpas Wonderland

Grandpas Wonderland

A song with Midwest vibes from "The Winds of the Mill" record performed by BB and The Medicine Men. GRANDPAs WONDERLAND My Grandpa took service on the losing side Long before I was ever born He sent lovely letters, but he never made it back A "Red´s" bullet hole through his brain had been torn No Christmas lights No birthday cakes No family photos And no memories Just a heavy silence in our frigid home To forgive & forget all the atrocities Standing alone I looked up to the skies And saw millions of years passing on by Watching the stars ignite and die Confronted with "The Great Big Why"? Ghosts of the past floating on through Ignore simple thoughts that we pursue The "this part is bigger so its gotta be mine And this little piece must belong to you" Maybe the answer is closer at hand Then the condemners will ever will understand Maybe the questions remain in minds Of the damned lost in Wonderland Wonderland Wonderland Take me away help me understand The moment has come to take a stand In Grandpas Wonderland Out of time Out of reason Out of opportunities On a blue-green sphere Plummeting aimlessly somewhere out in space But a curious childs thoughts were aroused And exposure was close at hand Escaping the the burden of realities gloom Slipping away into Wonderland Wonderland Wonderland Take me away help me understand The moment of truth to take a stand To Grandpas Wonderland Grandpas Wonderland Grandpas Wonderland Grandpas Wonderland Music by Jussi Riihelä & Bob Borealis Words by Bob Borealis Copyright by BBQ Music

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13. So close to paradise

So close to paradise

An eerie premonition of what was in store for "The Big Easy" by BB & The Medicine Men on "Winds of the Circle". Written in 1999. SO CLOSE TO PARADISE Tommy come down from an Ozark town Running from trouble to the Dixieland sound Bourbon Street, the Cajun beat The Big Easy way to make life sweet From the shadows outside, where darkness can hide Things going down, borders are tried The morning light, ignites the sky The Mississippi delta going dry So close to paradise So close to hell We got so much to sacrifice We got so much to sell Youth is a bank But the balance is slank Dreams of a future Are all going blank John Doe, his seeds unsown His final wish was not to die alone But it could be over before you know it Like a flick of a light From dark to night From a shack in Eastport, Maine To a yacht off San Diego From hoboing in Key West To that mansion off Peugot Sound we are all - So close to paradise So close to hell We got so much to sacrifice We got so much to sell Music by Jussi Riihelä & Bob Borealis Words by Bob Borealis Published by BBQ Music

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14. Billy broke some heart

Billy broke some heart

A tune from "Winds of the Circle" by BB & The Medicine Men. The song was written by BB in South Florida on a loft in 1991 (after he bought a "hot guitar at a pawnshop by Lake Okeechobee"), and it describes bittersweet love in a most personal way. BILLY BROKE SOME HEART Well I, I looked into your eyes At last, I saw through your disguise But you, you fooled me once or twice With your games, your tricks and all your lies What´s more to say than you can stay And meet the coming day Men kill for this, a burning kiss So close yet far away Sexual and sensual gone blind What did we hope to find? But Billy you really broke my heart Girl you really broke my heart Billy you really broke my heart Loves been shot left to rot And my heart´s been torn apart So I tried, tried again to find love Tried everything - even praying to the skies above But I know, I know it won´t be found Cause there ain´t, ain´t another woman like you around The clouds are gone and I´m hanging on As the sun bursts into dawn To find out I was just a pawn On a board without squares Expendable, dependable and used Or I guess you´re just amused But Billy you really broke my heart Girl you really broke my heart Billy you really broke my heart Loves been shot left to rot And my heart´s been torn apart The clouds are back and the sky turns back And the rain keeps pouring down Through the river of tears in this valley of fear I´m stuck in this Border Town Exceptional, emotional, obsessed You wouldn´t settle for second best But Billy you really broke my heart Girl you really broke my heart Billy you really broke my heart Loves been shot left to rot And my heart´s been torn apart Words & Music by Bob Borealis Published by BBQ Music

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15. Middle of the tracks

Middle of the tracks

Song from "Wild and Wired" by BB & the Medicine Men. MIDDLE OF THE TRACKS Lazy days and Hurricanes Crazy Dames and Pink Champagne What did you think Would it never end? Firm handshakes and business suits Tumbling down in your parachutes It felt so nice To have real friends... (But) Harry loved Tracy And Tracy loved Drew Drew dug Karen That had a crush on you Then you´re caught in the middle of the tracks You can´t move on but you can´t go back Then you´re caught in the middle of the tracks A lot of gray between the white and the black Tracy married Drew but the spark was gone Lawyers saw money, the kids were pawns What could you do Just watch them go bad? A promise so bright in a crown of gold But hallow vows just won´t hold Then you´re caught in the middle of the tracks You can´t move on but you can´t go back Then you´re caught in the middle of the tracks A lot of gray between the white and the black Think you got it Think you found something Think about it Think you´re a man Think you want it Think you´ve found it all Then you drop it And it slips through your hands Then you´re caught in the middle of the tracks You can´t move on but you can´t go back Then you´re caught in the middle of the tracks A lot of gray between the white and the black Harrys inventions never would sell And Tracy got stuck in suburban hell Karen sits by the line and bakes pie She gets on by with a Prozac sigh And Drew - well he was a swinger He got the Big A... Music by Jussi Riihelä & Bob Borealis Words by Bob Borealis Published by BBQ Music

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16. Dangerous Dan

Dangerous Dan

Rocking antiwar song from the "Seasons in the Heartland" album by BB & the Medicine Men. DANGEROUS DAN (Congratulations, it´s a healthy little boy) A lot of truth´s been put to stake My allegiance to The Perfect State So bake me a pretty cake And put it on a paper plate Take me to the parlor Shave off all my hair Nullify my will Make me not give a care Teach me the strategy Inform me of the new technique Feed me the energy That entices me to maim the weak All the young boys and their cold metal toys It´s time to become a real man So don´t call me "Son" if you don´t wear a gun Just call me Dangerous Dan Send me to the jungle Send me to the desert sands Give me a black bag With a zipper and a pretty flag Gonna be a hero Gonna make a real show When they carve my name On a wall made of cold stone All the young boys and their cold metal toys It´s time to become a real man So don´t call me "Son" if you don´t wear a gun Just call me Dangerous Dan My country tis of thee Oh say can you see Sweet land of liberty Land of the brave Home of the free There´s a bullet heading out for me (Look Mommy look. Look at the big birds flying up in the sky... Run Son, Run! Run, Son, Run!) Bake me another cake The minister was an hour late Break the lid on the frozen lake Cause churches worms are their favourite bait Words & music by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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17. Like Hollywood

Like Hollywood

An upbeat track by BB & The Medicine Men on Winds of the Circle LIKE HOLLYWOOD Bonny is a "sit-in" on the open plains Her eating habits drove her husband insane She sits all day watching her color TV She feels so alone but she´s proud to be free And it feels so good Like Hollywood Terry is an inmate in Sam´s custody He killed an night clerk back in ´93 His parents made millions on a video game But they felt so ashamed so they changed their names And it feels so good Like Hollywood Billy´s a kid, his Moms´ wine has made him sick "The Duke" killed his Grandpa in an old cowboy flick He knows that his people are hurting deep down So he takes a trip to The Hunting Grounds And it feels so good feels so good I said it feels so good Like Hollywood And it feels so good It feels so damned good Waive those flags Like Hollywood Like Hollywood So you can laugh, you can smile You can have fun for a while You can rob, you can steal You can wheel and deal You can sell, you can buy You can live a good lie But never look beyond the glory of today Just live The American Way Music by Jussi Riihelä and Bob Borealis Words by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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18. Twilite

Twilite

A dreamy song from the "Wild & Wired" album by BB & the Medicine Men unfortunately inspired by somebody close passing. TWILITE The river cuts the valleys path Her waters fast and clear The salmon stranded on the stones So far and yet so near A shooting star ignites the sky The kiddies wish and pray Shadows casting towards the East As brightness slips away Twilite is beautiful Twilite is clear Twilite is beautiful And twilite is here The dusty road that leads us home We hold and walk so dear May old worn feet guide us through From sorrows hidden tear Cold and dark and oh so deep Yet absolutely clear You realize the bright of day Has nothing left to fear Twilite is beautiful Twilite is clear Twilite is beautiful And twilite is here Twilite is beautiful Twilite is clear Twilite is beautiful And twilite is here Don´t be afraid Twilite is here Music by Jussi Riihelä & Bob Borealis Words by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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19. The Real Enemy

The Real Enemy

Acoustic song with an "up the creek Jambalaya feel" taken from BB & The Medicine Men:s debut album Seasons in the Heartland from 1997. Originally written as a pure acoustic song in 1992, it grew a bit here and evolved with the full bands instrumentation a la Mellancamp. The song is about the sad state of the world at that time and unfortunately much of the negatives still apply in todays´ precarious global situation. THE REAL ENEMY A country full of selfish pride, yet one out of five can´t even spell a STOP sign, that´s Education A hidden street where people meet, soon to release it between the dirty sheets, that´s Temptation I seen a baby stuffed into a garbage can, you can kill the pain but can you make them understand, the Frustration They say the-times-are-changing, and man it´s going fast How can we meet the future if we just forgot about the past? A monument without a face, a tank turned pink and a time erased, that´s Liberation I seen a land on fire in the stench of fires, a Noble Prize in an African myre, that´s Segregation Dirty deeds and secret pacts, you better watch out before they stab you in the back, that´s Revelation Hollywood scandals and politicians sex, what were once role models have been turned into wrecks - for a Sensation They say the-times-are-changing, and man it´s going fast How can we meet the future when we just forgot about the past? Two young lovers on the river bed, one´s shot through the heart and the other in the head, the Desperation A banner waived across the sky, for those who live and those who´ve died, that´s Celebration (yeah...) Cause we do whatever we want and we screw up the rest Cause we see whatever we want and we tune out the mess When we´re young we´re taught how to bleed for the love that we need Then we grow and we learn how to sow and to feed the seeds Maybe baby it felt good to be free then came the age of uncertainty Baby baby baby can´t you see in the shadows hide The Real Enemy Maybe baby it felt good to be free but behind the smiles lies hypocrisy Baby baby baby can´t you see in the shadows hide The Real Enemy A pine wooden box on a cold stone floor, somebody´s heart ain´t gonna beat no more - Last Destination Words and Music by Bob Borealis Published by Misty Music/BBQ Music

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