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Worried man blues
04:17
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I was drifting on a tune
of a worried man blues
From the cradle to the grave
saw the dust beneath the waves
Had no future to depend
only memories to spend
In a weary drunken haze
I kept looking for your face
Someday I will return
When you see my bridges burn
I'll be the lonely summer, crawling up your heart
When your love has been juiced
in a worried man blues
There's no need to unwind
all the ruins left behind
In a world so unreal
there is little to reveal
From the pages of redeem
nothing is quiet as it seems
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2. |
So alone
02:44
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I hung around with nothing to do
Like a useless thought, just cutting through
Until I was smashed on a virgin isle
Like a go-go rider on the strangest mile
So alone, so alone
I'm singing love songs in my head
For the down and beaten and the unknown dead
Every silence is the hardest sound
If you're looking for something that can't be found
I hung around with nothing to do
like a useless thought, just cutting through
I can do anything I want
I just got to find a way how to turn it off
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Fireflies
03:22
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I saw the load in your cemetery eyes
from the basement where you used to hide
Come out... baby, baby come out
I'm picking up every face you left
and lost my blues on the way to your shaking hips
Come on... baby, baby come on
Life goes by like fireflies
burning softly through the night
No dog bites harder than a wasted time
Can't remember if it was yours or mine?
It is gone... baby, baby it's gone
One day you live, one day you're dead
it's just another pull from the same cigarette
Move along... and keep on going on
I'm gonna leave everything I've been
I'm gonna pour my soul in a brand new skin
See the chains... change, change chains
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4. |
Travel
05:13
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Will you travel with me?
Will you carry my bunny home?
Saw you dance at the crossroads
Never met a women so alone
We where walking in the park
Silhouettes made of stars
Spoke of times long ago
Was it real? I just don’t know
That’s how the feeling grows
No-one needs to know
That’s how the feeling grows
Staring through the ceiling
With my pockets full of stone
Took a trip through your garbage
Saw a face I could call my own
We where standing by a sea
That's how we disappear
Spoke of times long ago
Was it real? I just don’t know
Saw you dance at the crossroads
Never saw a women so far gone
We where talking in the dark
Words made out of scars
Spoke of times long ago
Was it real? I just don’t know
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Find me
03:18
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I' m sleeping with a tight rope
while I'm singing my song of love
I turn myself to an empty road
left alone with what is lost
Can you find me?
Before you go
Can you find me?
Please let me know
My streets are abandoned sails
they always make you walk
into the tiny razorblades
where the bloodshed never stops
Way beyond your opium lives
where tomorrow never comes
I'm gazing at the same old ties
when the summer dies along
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Lonely city
03:44
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Well, you know what is gone and it's hard to fake it
And your mind is a cage of a certain weakness
And your days are worn with no direction
And your looking for love and a little distraction
Give me some of that rock 'n roll
Every home is a newborn soul
Like a reason to belong
Lonely city, lonely city
All the dudes hang around with a face of longing
And you never wondered why... which way you where going
Life goes so slow when your out of sight
So you talk and drink and dance all night
Once I had a place, don't know where it's gone to
Like the words and music written upon you
And your life goes on if you still can face it
And you want to get rid of that physical wasting
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Black Lolas Belgium
With no-nonsense songs and introspective texts we make a home-made mix of our influences: New York Dolls, T. Rex, Stooges etc because we feel the urge to do silly things and go crazy again... like real life itself... kissing lips like exotic fruits... The Black Lolas are your local working-class heroes... always aware of being nowhere... so hands up and dance 'till the sun goes out of your eyes. ... more
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