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The L.G.’s ‘Want Too Much’ album is an eclectic journey through Nashville based Rock and Blues style music. Its genius lies in its ability to redefine genres and capture the uniquely independent East Nashville state of mind. The album is a journey that meanders like a Spider in the Vine through a progressive forest of foot tappin’, booty shakin’, grin generating sound waves. Over Time it leaves you philosophically liberated and metaphorically naked, standing at the edge of the woods, Howlin’. Listeners have experienced sudden bursts of STranGe euphoric emotions and feeling of relaxation and transcendence, like a trip down to the Corner Bar with friends. The album will change your blues to Purple. You will become stronger and more empowered to overcome your daily struggles against monotony and un-fun-itivity. Can’t Wait? Just Say Ok. The L.G.’s debut album is a musical journey that will leave you satisfied and refreshed with original songs of the past, present, and the future combined. No Foolin’! If you’re expecting something more, then you might just Want too Much.

You Want Too Much – Nathaniel Allen, Sidney Stephens, Joe Tyler © BMI

You got a big screen TV, DVD
Home computer, MP3
Microwave oven, Talkin bout’ a brand new car
A little bit ain’t nothin’ and enough is not enough
You want too much

I need you like the ocean needs the salt
need you like a drunk man need another malt
need you like the night time needs the stars in the sky
I want your smell, your taste, your touch, I want too much

I want too much

You spend all my money, You’re always on the town
And when I want you baby, you’re nowhere to be found
You’re going out and coming in and going out again
I want your smell, your taste, your touch, I want too much

I need you like the earth needs the sky
need you like a bird needs to fly
need you like a nutcracker needs to bust a nut
A little bit ain’t nothin’ and enough is not enough
I want your smell, your taste, your touch, I want too much

A little bit ain’t nothin baby
I want too much

Can’t Wait (Til’ Your Heads on Straight) – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

You better wake up before it’s too late
You been kicked around just like this too often, too often
You know something that you didn’t used to, and you,
you can’t wait til’ your heads on straight

You can’t wait til’ your heads on straight
You can’t wait, no- until your head is on…

You been knocked around by love
You’ve been made to believe in foolish things for your lovers sake
Love ain’t nothing but some dirty dishes
in a bed you used to make, that’s why I say

You can’t wait til’ your heads on straight
can’t wait, no-until your head is on

You can’t wait til’ your heads on straight
You just can’t wait until your head is on straight

Now you wake up every morning, before the break of day
Getting it on for the job sake, looking forward to your pay
Well the day job it ain’t no place for daydreaming
You got to make sure you ain’t falling behind
And the check’s already spent on beer, food, and rent
And you can’t afford the luxury of time

That’s why I say
You can’t wait til’ your heads on straight
You can’t wait, no-until your head is on
You can’t wait til’ your heads on straight
You just can’t wait until your head is on straight

StranGe – Sidney Stephens, Nathaniel Allen © BMI

Most of my friends think I’m a little strange
But if they only knew
Thoughts I have but would never say
They’d think I was stone crazy too
(Chorus)
But it’s alright to be strange
Cause’ we all live in a strange land
The world is just a stage
And the weird ones understand
It’s alright to be strange, oooooh

Mashed potatoes in the morning
Cold stew at noon
We can eat what we want to
Have a piece of the moon

Don’t have to try to be strange
It just comes naturally
It ain’t hard to explain
You got to be what you got to be

(Chorus) break it down

Flying to work on Tuesday
Riding a bike back at night
Roller skates on Wednesday
Nobody can’t say it ain’t right

I’ve got a little secret to tell you
Give me a piece of your ear
Come a little bit closer now
The secret ain’t nothin’ to fear
(Chorus)
You can be strange by nature
You can be strange by birth
You be estranged or a little deranged
At least being strange don’t hurt
…..It’s alright to be strange

Howlin’ – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

I been weak I been weary
I been sleeping on the floor
Cause’ I miss my sweet baby
She won’t see me no more

Baby left me cryin’
Baby left me cryin’
Baby left me cryin’
And howlin’

She been gone I been lonely
I been hanging by the phone
Cause I miss that sweet woman
And I wish she’d come home

Baby left me cryin’
Baby left me cryin’
Baby left me cryin’
And howlin’ x2
OOH OOH OOOOOO x2

And I wonder
How, how, how could she do this to me?
Who, who, who she trying to be?
I walk the floor, I lose my mind
All alone here howlin’ and cryin’
OOH OOH OOOOOO x2

I been weak I been weary
I been sleeping with the phone
And I miss my sweet baby
I wish she’d come home

Baby left me cryin’
Baby left me cryin’
Baby left me cryin’
And howlin’ x2
OOH OOH OOOOOO x2

Down in the Bayou – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

I can’t compete with the lure of the city lights
Yeah and I’m tired of wondering where your going at night
I heard the news this morning before I even got out of bed
It’s on the street child, your out your head

You been running wild baby- trying to take it slow
You your Momma’s crazy child honey I’m gonna’ have to let you go
Cause I’m going down in the bayou’s, lawd ,lawd
down in the bayou’s

You got the message and the number but you won’t pick up the phone
Yeah, had your friends tell me that you ain’t at home
I heard em’ talking about you down at the liquor store
What they had to say child, I didn’t want to know

You been running wild baby-in and out of doors
You your Momma’s crazy child honey I’m gonna’ have to let you go
Cause I’m going down in the bayou’s, lawd ,lawd
down in the bayou’s

You been running wild baby- I’m trying to take it slow
You your Momma’s crazy child honey I’m gonna’ have to let you go
Cause I’m going down in the bayou’s, lawd ,lawd
down in the bayou’s, whoa yeah

Goin’ down….

Purple – Sidney Stephens © BMI

I got a friend
He goes by the name of Tom
He don’t know everything
He’s Purple

And he came up with this understanding
About people all around us
Some have unlimited knowledge
Some of us missed the bus

Now those people know the answers
And all of life’s mysteries
And all the questions that have boggled mankind
For centuries

[Chorus]
Wouldn’t want to be any other way
If I was not purple, life would not be the same
If you don’t know all there is to know
It ain’t no big deal…you’re purple

They know who the others are
And they can talk amongst themselves
If you were to arrive
They’d shut their mouths

You see, they can’t tell you anything if your purple
It’s just an unspoken law
But if you are purple, baby
It just means you don’t know it all

[Chorus]

Cochino – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

I know whats your problem
You been drinking all night
You got dirt in the face
she will bark and she will bite
She ain’t got no money
And she ain’t doing no time
She throw a chair out the window and stole a 12 dollar bottle of wine

Don’t know where she’s going
and you don’t really mind
Forget her clothes and her hair and her face
You might think she’s fine
You might think she’s fine
You might think she’s fine
Cochino

Shakin’ her bootie
Keep on drinkin you’ll swear she’s just a hard little tatooed cutie
She come to your party, roll around on your floor
She’ll drink all your liquor and beer and leave her clothes outside your door
Go tell your momma, your doctor, your lawyer
Won’t do you no good, no
She’s got the neighbors complainin’ spread eagle out on top of your hood
You know she aint no good
Yeah, she lookin’ kinda’ good
Cochino

She’s nobodys baby
But don’t you call her no whore
Don’t give a damn about your money
She just wants to party just a little bit more
She wants some love and don’t care what you do
You better run while you can now buddy
She’s got a thing for you
She’s got a thing for you
I think she’s got a thing for you
Cochino

Oh, lord what a libido
You better watch your amigo
Forget her clothes and her face and her hair
She’ll make you feel allright
She’ll make you feel allright
She’ll make you feel allright
Cochino

Foolin’ – Sidney Stephens © BMI

Well I fooled myself into thinking
I’m in touch with the world around me
But all this time I been running blind
Within the walls that surround me

I’m foolin’
Yeah, I’m foolin
Foolin’ myself

Well I think today I’ll run away
Down the first highway I see
But I ain’t learned that highway turns
Right back around to me

I’m foolin’
Yeah, I’m foolin
Foolin’ myself

And all my questions will be answered
Just as soon as I’m set free
From this calloused life where I’ve become
An endless catastrophe

Or am I foolin’
Am I foolin
Foolin’ myself

I’m foolin’
I’m foolin
Foolin’ myself

Time – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

You could live like a monk on a mountain top
You could live like a king or a queen
Have what you want, do what you want
And get everything you need
If you only had time

Life is but a struggle so we struggle through life
Trying to patch up broken hearts, knowing time could make it right
Too deep to understand, too tight to mention
A universal constant or the fourth dimension?
A universal constant or the fourth dimension?

You could go underwater all around the world
See the seven wonders
Take a trip down to Egypt, put your hand in the nile
Fly to the moon
If you only had time

If you only had…
If you only had time
Yeah, yeah

Time keeps ticking in the back of your mind
Is it human nature, or something more divine?
The biological clock, born to someday stop
But does the mind have to die when the body drops?
Forever living, forever giving, forever knowing, forever growing
And through life you’re forever learning,
Forever earning love and respect for one another
Forever lying, forever trying, forever, forever
If you only had time

Time…
A universal constant or construct of the mind?
If you only had time

Yeah I never was one for drinkin’ too much
During the daylight hours
Never was one for thinkin’ too much
Bout’ life’s little showers

That was yesterday
Things could change
Yeah, things could change

But once you get your time in
Take a ride down to your
Corner bar

Some places in America, you know
People like to put you down
Just cause’ of the color of your clothes
Well people don’t like to see you round’
And they call it the great melting pot
But tell me what happens when your cooking gets too hot
You got to take it off the stove

Go down slow
Down to your corner bar

You Bitch – Sidney Stephens © BMI

So, there I was
You know I was stuck in the middle of nowhere
I hear she was coming
You know I had to get myself on out of there

If it ain’t one thing
You can bet damn sure it’s another
Hard words she was speaking
Pretty soon she said something about my Mother

You Bitch
Sittin’ there throwing yourself a fit
You Bitch

Now I’m sitting there trying to watch my television
And drink myself a cold beer
She’s having a complication of some kind
I said, Baby, there ain’t nothin’ I can do from here

Next thing you know, I’m out on the street
What did I say, baby?
Dirty laundry accumulated all around my feet
And she said, someday you gon’ pay

You Bitch
Sittin’ there throwing yourself a fit
You Bitch

So now I’m driving down the road in my car
And to my right what do I see?
Little blonde honey walkin’ towards my favorite bar
You know she could be just the thing I need

I said, Hey there, honey ginger
Why don’t you take a little ride with me
She communicated with just one finger
Now I know, I know it ain’t just me

You Bitch
Sittin’ there throwing yourself a fit
You Bitch

Last thing I need
Is a Woman tryin’ to tell me how I got to be
Maybe I should live my life a little more carefully
But you know, so far I been alright just being me

You Bitch
Sittin’ there throwing yourself a fit
You Bitch

Spider in the Vine – Sidney Stephens © BMI

There’s a spider in the vine
It’s messing with my mind
And there’s bees and wasps and they’re flying

Don’t want to get too close
Don’t want to be a host
Don’t want to get stung and start crying

There’s a spider in the vine
Messing with my mind
That spider in the vine

I’m really not afraid
To touch the web it made
But I’ll holler if that spider comes my way

I may look like food
From my hat to my hat to my shoes
But I won’t fit in its mouth-no way

There’s a spider in the vine
Messing with my mind
Spider in the vine
Messing with my mind
That spider in the vine

It’s big and long and colorful
Orange, black, green, and white
It scares me to think it’s out there
When I’m in my bed at night

Spider in the vine
Messing with my mind
That spider in the vine

You Say OK – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

You say O.K.
Everytime I see you
You say O.K.
When I want to talk to you
You say O.K.
When I want to dance with you
You say O.K.
What I want to do to you baby

Every time you say O.K., O.K.
You say O.K.
I say O.K.
O.K.

You say O.K.
If I’m coming at you
You say O.K.
When I want to love with you
You say O.K.
When I want a sammich
You say O.K.
What I want to do to you baby

Every time you say O.K., O.K.
You say O.K.
I say O.K.
O.K.

What you say?
You say O.K.
You say O.K.
You say O.K.
You say O.K.
You say O..K.
You say O.K.
O.K., O.K.

Can’t Tell You Nothin’ – Nathaniel Allen © BMI

Maybe later on I will tell you-but I won’t tell you now
They keep talking to you-but you don’t hear a word somehow
They can’t tell you nothin’
You got to find out for yourself, child
Can’t nobody tell you
You got to find out for yourself

Well you wouldn’t listen-to not a word they say
Say they only talk-it only gets in your way

They can’t tell you nothin’
You got to find out for yourself
Can’t nobody tell you, You got to find out for yourself, child

They can’t tell you nothin’
You got to find out for yourself
They can’t tell you nothin’
You got to find out for yourself, child yeah

Just a little warning-someone to show you the sign
Just listen-might’ve saved you some time

They can’t tell you nothin’
You got to find out for yourself
They can’t tell you nothin’
You got to find out for yourself, child yeah