The Green Project - EP

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Self titled debut EP

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released January 24, 2017

All songs performed by The Green Project

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The Green Project Minneapolis, Minnesota

A Rock/Jam band based in Minneapolis, MN. The Green Project is a collaborative music adventure. TGP uses elements of rock, funk, pop, blues, jazz, reggae and country to create a wide pallet of musical ideas that are performed by professional musicians from the Twin Cities area. As music lovers and performers, TGP takes pride in mixing genres and sounds, allowing the music to "grow" organically. ... more

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Track Name: Larry's Going Down To The Methadone Clinic
Larry's going down to the methadone clinic.

Larry in his black hat pony tail scraggly and phat.
Patchy ol beard, can't grow a goatee.
Scraggly hair all up in a scrunchie.

Cruising with the fuzzy dice dangling. bass jangling.
Setting out lines, doing some angling.
Thinking he is sly in his green pimp jacket.
Smoking and doping he just can't hack it.

Sitting, sweating need a fix.
Arm slappin’ junkie. Larry takes a hit.
Smokin', dopin’ need a fix.
Arm slappin’ junkie. Larry gets his kicks.

Larry's going down to the methadone clinic.

Pitching all the fine lines taking ho bitches out for wine.
Wheeling and dealing or free loading.
Larry don't care, cause’ he be methadoning.
Looking scary, but I ain't hairy,
Hi, my name is Larry and I sure do carry.
Oh Larry is going down to the methadone clinic.

Sitting, sweating need a fix.
Arm slappin’ junkie. Larry takes a hit.
Smokin', dopin’ need a fix.
Arm slappin’ junkie. Larry gets his kicks.

Larry's going down to the methadone clinic.
Track Name: Kickstand
I gotta get home, before the last beer kicks in
And when we do this again, you know I'll be a lot better
And it ain't my fault, if it don't work for you
I'm just a man with a plan and a kickstand, there ain't a whole lot to it

It's your turn to call, cause I ain't no stalker
But I'm a real good talker, when that good shit kicks in
No matter how tall, how big or how old
If you're a little bit bold than I'm sold, when that good shit kicks in

I have a question, but it ain't for you
It's for the girl that I knew
Just a week ago, she was a whole lot better
Where did you go, what did you do
Did you up and find Jesus, or was it just no good?

It's your turn to call, cause I ain't no stalker
But I'm a real good talker, when that good shit kicks in
No matter how tall, how big or how old
If you're a little bit bold than I'm sold, when that good shit kicks in

I gotta get home, before the last beer kicks in
And when we do this again, you know I'll be a lot better
you know I'll be a lot better, you know I'll be a lot better
Track Name: Hippocratic
You can stand there in the kitchen making light of all the things I wanna be
You can send me on a mission while you sit there getting fat and drinking tea
You can pray for all your children, you can judge me by my size or morality
But I'm gonna make my own decisions, and I'm gonna fly in the face of your hypocrisy

Have you met my mother-in-law?
Biggest bitch you ever saw
She's Hippocratic, Hippocratic
Have you met Janine?
She's fucking mean
She's Hippocratic, she's a hippo....

You can go to church on Sunday if you think that's gonna help you get your way
You can even talk to Jesus, tell me all the things you think he's got to say
But don't be preaching your revival, I don't need no one to be forsakin me
I'm gonna make my own decisions, and I'm gonna fly in the face of your hypocrisy

I ain't no sinner, I ain't no saint
I aint gonna stand around while you decide my fate
You got your bible, you got your gun
What more do you need to just start judging everyone
You ain't my momma, you ain't gonna put me on your knee
You never had a chance in hell of paralyzing me
I'm gonna make my own decisions, and I'm gonna fly in the face of your hypocrisy
Track Name: Guido The Car
You see the grill coming down the road tires squealing shrill.
It’s the car call called Guido driven with such skill.
Red with t-tops, 50’s all around.
It’s a 4-barrel of that I will expound.

Guido, Guido
Guido is a car
Guido is a car

Cruising down the road cranking that 8-track stereo.
Baby in my arms listening to REO
Speedwagon on the radio.
What could be better with the car called Guido

Guido, Guido
Guido is a car
Guido is a car

Camaros and Malibus whichever one you choose.
It’s the posi-traction, cylinders been infused.
Ten to one compression ratio.
It’s the car known only as Guido.

Guido, Guido
Guido is a car
Guido is a car
Track Name: Ham Samich
Ham samich to go, man you really don’t know what you’re missing
I could get you some more, man you really don’t know what you’re missing
Can you hear the elevator creakin?
Wonder what the rest of you are thinking
When you’re closing that door
Man you really don’t know what you’re missing
When you went and left town, don’t know what in the hell you were thinking
When you went your own way I decided to say that you weren’t thinking
I hope you find the greener grass you’re seeking
Wonder what the rest of you are thinking
When you’re closing that door
Man you really don’t know what you’re missing
I remember the day you decided to pray on the weekends
You put on a big show, you were ready to go off the deep end
I hope you find the clarity you’re seeking
Wonder what the rest of you are thinking
When you’re closing that door
Man you really don’t know what you’re missing
You don’t know what you’re missing
If you ever open your eyes, something just might surprise you
Don’t you close that elevator door, you could be on the wrong floor
Track Name: Get Yer Kitchen Out The Road
If you don’t feel the safest, it’s alright with me.
You feel them always chasin’, coming after me.
And all that you have wasted could bring you to your knees.
It’s time for you to taste it and get swallowed underneath.