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The love machine
03:29
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THE LOVE MACHINE
Composer & Lyrics - Paul De Borger
Arrangements - Black Lolas
I've been going through the love machine
By the side of suburban dreams
Coud be anyone that you want
Could be anyone beyond
True love needs a little danger
When you've lived where the love was shaded
I've been going through the love machine
A million eyes begging in-between
Could be anyone anywhere
Can't be jailed by the way you stare
I've been going through the love machine
Messed up for a dancing queen
In the room of my blackest thoughts
Can't remember who or when it was
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YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE YOURSELF
Composer & Lyrics - Paul De Borger
Arrangements - Black Lolas
I just saw the world and it made me puke
Wherever I used to go it's just the same old brew
You've got to make it plain
Before you go insane
You've got to learn how to love yourself
A man is not a man before he knows
The way it comes is the same way that it goes
Sometimes someone needs another place to fall
Well... you just don't have to give a name to it all
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The afterparty
02:19
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THE AFTERPARTY
Composer & Lyrics - Paul De Borger
Arrangements - Black Lolas
When the day is young and the night is gone
When my heart is crawling on the setting sun
What you see is what you get
Hear my laughter beating up the frozen streets
While my thoughts are dancing to a jailbird beat
Where I stand is where I am
Would you take all the pleasures that I used to hide
For a fucked up place called paradise
Where I go - don't want to know
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I go where the lovers go
02:29
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I GO WHERE THE LOVERS GO
Composer & Lyrics - Paul De Borger
Arrangements - Black Lolas
Hey man what you're doing with your boring life?
Gonna dance to the music' till the sun goes out of my eyes
I go where the lovers go
Where the sunshine bleeds
Where the heart is a falling leaf
Never been good in giving any good advice
I deceive every move that puts a chain onto my life
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You ain't got nothing
02:20
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YOU AIN’T GOT NOTHING
Composer & Lyrics - Paul De Borger
Arrangements - Black Lolas
You cut your hands on the hypocrite crew
The ones that always tell you what to do
All the make-up smiles and the washed out rhymes
All the beautifull people raised on terpentine
You ain’t got nothing
All the pretty funny faces will soon be gone
When the new pied piper is a shooting gun
And then someone tells you tales of a messed up world
But you’re busy doing tricks for the lonely girls
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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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