Duane Sugar Bear Lamont

Duane Sugar Bear Lamont

BandRockSinger/Songwriter

Guitar driven, raw, honest and artistic, The Clash meets Otis Redding at times and British Hard Rock and Metal meets Neil Diamond with a twist of Pink Floyd. A 1970s Cop Show TV Vibe.

Biography

A product of the 70s and 80s, influenced by the singer songwriters and the rock sounds of Southern California. Later in life fronting many hard rock, metal and glam bands. Today a singer songwriter, recording artist and painter that makes a living in the multimedia corporate events and hospitality industries. Lamont, lives with his family in North Georgia where he finds great inspiration at home and in the region when not traveling throughout North America on business.

Lyrics

After All These Years

Written By: Duane Lamont

Did I know what love was
No, absolutely not
Did I even think that I had a chance
Did I even have a shot
Your sexy blue eyes
Your shinny blond hair
Perfume that filled the air
The way you looked at me
Could have been a crime
If you walked away
But you stayed by my side
You agreed to be my wife
And here we are
Here we are
After all these years
I wanna sing a song to you
Just like Marvin Gaye
Want to be your sunshine
On a dark and cloudy day
Want to be your trusted friend
In the most unequivocal way
Want to show my love to you
In a colorful display
Your sexy blue eyes
Your shinny blond hair
Perfume that filled the air
The way you looked at me
Could have been a crime
If you walked away
But you stayed by my side
You agreed to be my wife
And here we are
Here we are
After all these years
(Bridge)
Here we are
After all these years
Here we are
After all these years

Nothing's Too Terribly Wrong

Written By: Duane Lamont

As you can see everything is green
I’ve got you and you’ve got me
Got my feet on the ground
My hands in the air
My shades pulled down
To protect my eyes from the glare
Nothings too terribly wrong
Nothings too terribly wrong
Nothings too terribly wrong
Don’t put a lot a thought in what people say
To me it’s all just all lemonade
Don’t get me wrong I’ve got mercy for it
I get out to vote, I’m not one to sit
by the sidelines, yell at the TV
Got places to drive
Places to be
Nothings too terribly wrong
Nothings too terribly wrong
Nothings too terribly wrong
(Bridge)
I’ll live my life, one by design
You live yours and I’ll live mine
Collect my kiss, kiss on the lips
And head out into the day
Collect my kiss, kiss on the lips
Head out into the night
Nothings too terribly wrong
Nothings too terribly wrong
Nothings too terribly wrong