Heart Couple cool raw live gems:

C'mon, c'mon, I said c'mon
This hot night wind is mine, I know
This gust of love ain't no liar
Steamed up, blown up, stoked from below
I'm a ready to cook with fire, ooh with fire
Yeah [Incomprehensible]
She cattin' around to catch you, man
And butters you up to buy her
Darlin', she's just a flash in the pan
And now don't you wanna cook him with fire?
I'm talkin' 'bout kickin' the role thing, yeah
I wanna give you the whole thing, yeah
Ooh, listen, she gonna burn ya
I tell ya, she gonna make you a fool
But it'll help ya learn yeah
Way, way better than school
I got the soul that's got the spark for ya
Holdin' a real hot wire
You got a hungry flame in the dark
And Lord, we gonna cook it with fire
I got the soul that's got the spark for ya
Holdin' a real hot wire, yeah
We got a hungry flame in the dark
And Lord, we gonna cook it with fire
Oh, listen to me
[Incomprehensible]
Ooo, my sweet baby
You'll wind up cooking with
see-see-ook it with fire, see-see-cook it with fire
Oh, I could cook it with
See-see-cook it with
Oh, cook it with fire, fire, fire, fire

So this ain't the end, I saw you again today
Had to turn my heart away
You smiled like the Sun, kisses for everyone
And tales, it never fails!
You lying so low in the weeds
Bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down to my knees
Wouldn't you, Barracuda?
Back over time when we were all trying for free
Met up with porpoise and me
No right no wrong you're selling a song, a name
Whisper game
If the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You gonna burn it out to the wick
Aren't you, Barracuda?
"Sell me sell you" the porpoise said
Dive down deep to save my head
You, I think you got the blues too.
All that night and all the next
Swam without looking back
Made for the western pools, silly fools!

You'd rather have wine than gin
Only the finest by your skin
Always running after Time, catching
You're fancy with rhyme
Shining on the front page again
Hot on the presses today, little queen
Making your passion play, little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind,
Little queen
Away from the sellers, the papers said
Your crown was tight and heavy on your head
Still you danced and you sang, all night
The telephone rang
Music kept on playing from your pen.
Hot on the presses today, little queen
Making your passion play, little queen
Nobody knows your melancholy mind,
Little queen
Raining Raining- he knows your Soul ain't free
Raining Raining- he feels you little queen
Slipping away with your gypsy band
Hot on your music and playing a winning hand
He was standing in the line, thinking how you
Moved his mind
Feeling like he held you in his hand

them so much. ...