Purgatory Hill
02/02/13 | 28m 59s | Rating: TV-G
From the Holiday Music Motel Sessions, recorded Feb. 2, 2013 in Sturgeon Bay. The name of pop-music pioneer (and Holiday Music Motel co-owner) pat mAcdonald’s duo refers to the mythical location where cigar box guitars are made. Yes, his electric guitar is made from a cigar box. A Grammy nominee writer of the 1980s hit, “The Future’s So Bright” mAcdonald was the first artist to appear on 30-MMH.
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>> Another cup of coffee, please Teresa. >> Sure. >> Fill it up! Thank you so much. You brew the best coffee, Teresa! Teresa at the Holiday Music Motel in Sturgeon Bay on a cold night. What's going on it here? I can hear something in here. I hear something in here. What is it? It's Purgatory Hill at the Holiday Music Motel!
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You live fast, die young You live fast, die young One lover to the next one You live fast, die young You play dead, play dead You play dead in your head Take the dagger in your hand And you twist it In your bed Drink your whiskey And I'll drink my rye Before I let you Dog me around I'll watch you die You live fast, die young Live fast, die young One lover to the next one Live Fast, die Young You're dead wrong Dead wrong You're dead wrong Baby, you know You wanna go And kiss the gun You're dead wrong Baby, dead wrong Well, you drink your whiskey And I'll drink my rye Before I let you Dog me around I'll watch you die Live fast, die young You live fast, die young One lover to the next one You live fast, die young You live fast, die young You live fast, die young One lover to the next one
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How big is our love? How tough, how strong? How bright The brightest star I've wished upon? How dark, the darkest dark Before the dawn? How many invisible pistols Have been Pointed in this place? How many times Was my risky business Saved by heaven's grace? How many miles of whiskers Have I shaved from my face? I don't know...
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I don't know...
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I don't know...
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I don't know...
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How big is our love? How tough, how strong? How bright The brightest star I've wished upon? How dark, the darkest dark Before the dawn? How will I know it When your love is gone? How many invisible pistols Have been Pointed at my face? How many times Was my risky business Saved by heaven's grace? How many gallons Of your tears Have come and disappeared Without a trace? I don't know...
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You never know You never know You never know What's on the line When tempers are flyin' You never know You never know You never know When it's the time For givin' up tryin'
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How many invisible pistols Have been pointed In this place? How many times Was my risky business Saved by heaven's grace? How many miles of whiskers Have I shaved from my face? How many gallons Of your tears Have come and disappeared Without a trace? I don't know
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You got the will And I'm willing to testify Come on, check it out We got the thrills The chills That you wanna try Come on, check it out We're gonna satisfy Your curiosity Come on, check it out And when you get too high We got the remedy Come on, check it out We got lizards We got snakes Come on, check it out You wanna slither We got what it takes Come on, check it out We do deliver If you meet us halfway Come on, check it out You come up the river We'll go down the bay Come on, check it out Check it out Check it out You got the will And we got the desire Come on, check it out We wanna set Your sexy britches on fire Come on, check it out We wanna singe you Down past your Pettibone Come on, check it out We wanna make Your black snake moan Come on, check it out Check it out Check it out We got your number And you know you're curious Come on, check it out We hope you're ready To spend A little time with us Come on, check it out You got the hunger We got the thirst Come on, check it out You want heaven Well, first things first Come on, check it out Check it out Check it out
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I pray It never comes to this I pray It never comes to this Where silence is golden And ignorance is bliss I pray It never comes to this If ever comes a time Of decline and decay Where all My greatest moments Are way back in the day Please shoot me If I start to reminisce Or pray it Never comes to this Where all I have Are things that were Never meant to last Where the view From my porch swing's Overlooking the past And all I love Is everything I miss I pray It never comes to this
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I pray It never comes to this I pray It never comes to this Embracing a slowly Fading memory of a kiss I pray It never comes to this I pray It never comes to this
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Walkin' tall, I got my pass
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Alcohol, a full tank of gas
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What I got, everybody knows
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Can't hide it In these clothes
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I take a ride The man's on my ### Ain't no place To hide In a suit of glass
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Can't hide, it ain't no joke
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Can't hide In the billowing smoke
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Can't hide 'Cause I'm in the fire
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I can't hide My voice in the choir
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You hear me howlin' At midnight mass Ain't no place To hide In a suit of glass
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You think I'm vain You think I'm proud
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'Cause I can't Blend into the crowd
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People talk And that ain't all
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Everybody's tryin' To bust my balls
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How I wish They were made out of brass To bust me out Of this suit of glass
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Can't hide I'm tired of this ###
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Can't make no sense of it
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Can't get a break Except when I fall
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Can't get away With nothin' at all
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People point Every time I pass Can't even hide a joint In a suit of glass
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Tougher than A Bakelite platter Cooler than a minus degree Stubborn and sleek Like a feline Cyborg up in a tree Man, I wanna get it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down Get it down? A siren song Venus Fly Trap Texture like Martian wax Micro-fine grooves On the A-side Tiny soft spikes on the back Man, I wanna pet it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down Get it down? Someone call The fire department Get em out here on the lawn Just a little water pressure Fresh fruit Falls to the ground Man, I wanna get it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down Get it down? The fire chief And some new flame Are campin' out In my back yard Says your kitty cash Is garbage Says he'll take A plastic card But I got no credit How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down Down, down Get it down? Down, down Get it down Get it down Now sometimes It moves like a fire Or a lion runnin' free Sometimes when it's hungry I call it and it comes to me But I already fed it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Get it down Down Get it down? Down, down Get it down Get it down
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I already fed it How am I gonna get it Down, down, down Down, down, down Down, down, down Get it down Get it down?
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You're a good Bad influence on me Such a good Bad influence on me All the things You have me do Are the ones I wanted to You're such a good Bad influence on me Such a good Bad influence on me If this is wrong I can't tell Because you do it So well You're such a good Bad influence on me You're such a good Bad influence on me Such a good Bad influence on me You got me spending All my money Got me givin' up my honey You're such a good Bad influence on me Champagne and caviar On the back seat of my car You're such a good Bad influence on me You're such a good Bad influence on me Such a good Bad influence on me You're a blessing And a curse You're the best Of the worst You're such a good Bad influence on me Such a good Bad influence on me Such a good Bad influence on me
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I'm runnin' down the road With a rusty bucket In my hand Yeah, runnin' down the road With a rusty bucket In my hand Pickin' up The broken pieces Of a broke down man I want to get 'em to you Just as fast as I can I'm highway dust Dead leaves Blowin' in the wind I'm highway dust Dead leaves Blowin' in the wind I'm a ghost on fire Dead spirit With a living hand I want to get back to you Just as fast as I can
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I'm runnin' down the road With a rusty bucket In my hand Yeah, runnin' down the road With a rusty bucket In my hand Pickin' up The broken pieces Of a broke down man Tryin' to get 'em Back to you Just as fast as I can Fast as I can
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>> Thanks for joining us at the Holiday Music Motel, Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. >> Yeah!
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Thanks so much.
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