I see the nad moon a-rising
I see trouble on my nether regions
I feel earthquakes and lightnin’…
I see nadz everywhere today
Don’t take them out tonight!!
Well you’re bound to show your wife
There’s a nad moon on my thighs!!!
There’s a nad moon on my thighz, all right
Hope you got your thighs together!!
Hope you are quite prepared to have sexy time,
Looks like we’re in for nasty leather!!
One eye is covered, a patch, a pirate
Well don’t come around no more
Well you’ve done bound up your wife
There’s a nad moon between your…
The Call, a little Christian Alternative band from the late 80’s, early 9’s. It’s funny because you go back and listen to it now and it just sounds like straight up rock with some little underground late 80’s college radio cool thrown in there. But I loved that band… and still do. From Oklahoma, as coincidentally is the real CCR. Yeah those are some Okies as well. Seems like they come booming out of the musical gates, get ahead of the musical trend… much Sooner than you’d think. Then the Texans just copy what the okies created and call it their own. Texas Red Dirt Country anyone?? Yeah, y’all agree. Sounds all about square.
This CCR and Cody Canada’s Band from OK. I won’t even mention the other cuz y’all knew who I be talking about. Not this band… they never seen the rain!!!
Nope, not that CCR but this one below that freaking rocks the body that rocks the bod-day!!!!
But the real CCR loved throwing parties for Stillwater OSU kids because everyone know the Ag Land Grant Schools party harder and work harder than the state liberal arts kids. I’d put the OSU Cowboy Aggies up against some Longhorn kid taking some fancy multi Media move to Hollywood and become a casting director any damn day!!!! Luke Swinney much??
Now where were we before we got off on that tangent? Oh yeah the other Oklahoma band worth talking about… today, at least. The Call and Their Calling… and letting the day freaking begin already shall we???
Here’s to the winners of the human race
Here’s to the losers in the game
Here’s to the soldiers of the bitter war
Here’s to the wall that bears their names
Here’s to the babies in a brand new world
Here’s to the beauty of the stars
Here’s to the travellers on the open road
Here’s to the dreamers in the bars
Here’s to the teachers in the crowded rooms
Here’s to the workers in the fields
Here’s to the preachers of the sacred words
Here’s to the drivers at the wheel
Here’s to the doctors and their healing work
Here’s to the loved ones in their care
Here’s to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here’s to the lonely everywhere
Here’s to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here’s to the lions in the cage
Here’s to the struggles of the silent war
Here’s to the closing of the age.
Here’s to you my little peeps cuz rock n roll don’t sleeps,