Didn't Get Paid

by Dorado

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about

2016 EP

"Didn't Get Paid"- is a song with true stories from touring. None of which got us paid.

"Heart Shaped Box"- Nirvana cover

"Kiss Me Goodbye"- 'are you in, or are you out..?' relationship song

"Roll Me Over"- we've been playing this song forever. The lyrics are about asking for forgiveness and starting again.

credits

released August 1, 2016

Sky Cooper- guitar/vocals (@skykooper)
John Gobel- bass/tuarus pedal/vocals
James Ford- drums (@doradosound)
Joe Trump- percussion (@joetrump)

produced by Dorado
tracked at Backline Studios by Patrick Brewer
and at 8Ball Studios by Rob Stroup, Portland, OR

mixed by Rob Stroup at 8Ball
mastered by Ryan Foster at Foster Mastering (@fostermastering)

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Dorado Portland, Oregon

Dorado is a funk rock band from Portland, Oregon comprised of Sky Cooper (guitar, vocals), Johnny G (bass), James Ford (drums).

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Track Name: Intro (never did this for the money)
never did this for the money
never thought that we'd get rich
but sometimes playing shows ain't fun no more
sometimes it's just a bitch..
Track Name: Didn't Get Paid
Load-in at 7 o’clock
But the sound man ain’t there yet

Promoter said the place will be packed
But not sure what we’ll collect

Get up on stage to an empty room
Count in the first set
1, 2, 3, 5,
Bar tender sighs and walks outside
For a cigarette

and i don't mean to complain
[just been one of those days]
but some things spoil the game
[playing anyway]

DIDN’T GET PAID
DIDN’T GET PAID
DIDN’T GET PAID

Drive down 5
Just in time we arrive
To catch the last sound check

door guy surprised
when I come in the back
says he wants to break my neck

show goes cold
friends don’t show
approach the bar for our check

seems no one knows
we get paid for this show
put our drinks on the card and watch the next bands set

and i don't mean to complain
[just been one of those days]
but some things spoil the game
[playing anyway]

never did this for the money
never thought that we'd get rich
but sometimes playing shows ain't fun no more
sometimes it's just a bitch..

Running out of gas
Last show on the tour
Hoping to recoup our loss

Guy at the club
says play one more
tells us he’s the boss

one drunk left
clapping his hands
pukes on the concrete floor

pack up the van
get back to club
but they just locked the door
Track Name: Kiss Me Goodbye
Thought that we could talk some time
Maybe share our finds
Don’t need to stand side by side
Maybe could confide
But it ain’t right
--
don’t want to be wrestling with my hesitation
Couldn’t wait to be beyond our situation
Love will let you know the meaning of patience
finding feelings outside I thought I’d left in the basement
kiss me goodbye
--
sit alone a little shameless, but I try to do right
and maybe trust’s little dangerous, saw you ready for flight
I thought we might be right to save this, but I guess I was wrong
I know this song won’t see your playlist, or have you singing along
kiss me goodbye
--
I don’t want to be wrestling with my hesitation
Couldn’t wait to be beyond our situation
Love will let you know the meaning of patience
finding feelings outside I thought I’d left in the basement
but feeling sorry ‘bout the past is a sure way to waste it
i got the canvas on my heart, but no one to paint with
why don’t you kiss me goodbye

thought that we could talk sometime
and let our hearts unwind
no need to stand side by side
but maybe it ain’t right
Track Name: Roll Me Over
Seemed a better time to say
What this salty wick would bray
I understand that what holds you open is over folding
So now here I am to pay

there’s nothing left to say
better hit a heart attack in the face..

nothing in the wind to hold my shoulder
style’s same sin and roll me over
--
was once a time I understood
and I held your hand for good
now that season’s flown away withholding my open ocean
and a new light guides my hood

there’s nothing left to say
gonna take a high road out of the race

nothing in the wind to hold my shoulder
style’s same sin and roll me over
nothing in the wind to hold my shoulder
style’s same sin and roll me over
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