1. |
Ba Da Bing, Ba Da Boom
02:12
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Well it's the apple of the tree by the Hudson Sea
That Neverland of Big Band Numbers
Take a yellow cab to Fivepoints
Grab your place in Tenement Apartments
There's a green lady, smiling maybe
as the boats bring in the wanderers
and the Hot Dog stands serve with greasy hands
your dreams deep fried with onions
Joints seem to spin
they're serving everything
by day, you're a tourist take a picture
Spidey swings past Broadway
while your diet is strictly Kosher
And the path of ground you past by make no sound
you are respectful
King Kong beats his chest, the beat comes back
this band'll do the rest yeah!
Mood River 'cross the water
back to Brooklyn happy ever after (to end)
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2. |
Money Dance
02:56
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(Chorus)
Martini and a fevered haze
Where they go to sell, persuade
their beauty it comes giftwrapped with a large bounty too
You bump into some Money Man
While he's here you do all that you can to part him from his cushty pile
see the swarm
join along that Money Dance
(Verse)
She breathes vitality you're hooked you want to dance now
yet before you ignore your mothers words she's off to milk another bigger cash cow
the swells a mess of grasping hands that seem to readily touch and grope before they elope to the arms of their chosen benefactor
(Middle 8)
you cant take your eye away from this spectacle perhaps you'll lay tonight with some fresh hot queen of the night
Chorus
This town's in the freezing chill
lets never leave pay the bill
this town's filled with jackals too
i'd rather be in bed with you x4
Middle 8
Chorus
This town's in the freezing chill
let's never leave pay the bill
this town's filled with jackals too
i'd rather be in bed with you (till end)
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3. |
Six Stringed Scoundrel
04:11
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This crossroads of myself's been getting old
a slap in the face better then being told
put down the bottle pick up a guitar
and as the last glass pours down my neck i'll say to "someone tell me what you said"
"i'm on tenderhooks, im listening well"
Chorus
Just got nailed, the point has just sunk through
its a trap of yours i walked into
and a six stringed scoundrel's left pondering (crying) over you
i ain't no puppy dog
just pretending that i'm brushing you off.
Time is Wasting, Wasting is frustrating
Chorus
Just got nailed, i've stumbled across
a dirtrack road and i am at a loss
but a six stringed scoundrel he don't need a coin toss
The winds behind us now
honey let's see whats around.
Time is wasting. wasting is frustrating (to end)
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4. |
Rathole
02:15
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This stinking rathole
this piece of junk
it's the only link i have
to the place i come from
Wheels are what i need x2
This hole this mass this tiny spot
i've gotta find somewhere else you agree
Fooling a crowd
what fools these people be
and the boss's only questions
always "Do this for me"
Wheels are what i need x2
This hole this mass this tiny spot
i've gotta find somewhere else you agree
This stinking rathole
this sweaty mass
time to open up the cardoor's
give this town a pass
Wheels are what i need x2
Just get out of this old place
wont you come along and join me?
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5. |
Black Hawk Enemy
04:46
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There's no evidence yet
no not a spill
or secrets come a tumbling from my wicked mouth
or some speech on a corner by a man selling faith and a reason to take
And as the desert's dry heat falls from their boots
and history's protesting is once again mute
hope they're happy, hope they're happy
and the churches ring for silence for the cost
and the lands divide whats won and lost
hope they're happy, hope they're happy
Still it's good trade for the Black Hawk Enemy
and pride is tainted by a Black Hawk Enemy.
Then guilt knaws out bones
it'll bite each and every one
yet let bravery endure
let us be resolute and strong
let us wrap ourselves up in flags
to the green-lit future, let us never go back
We wont be feeding that Black Hawk Enemy
We're getting away from that Black Hawk Enemy
(instrumental)
And as the desert's dry heat falls from their boots
and the uniform is pressed folded away too
hope they're happy, hope they're happy
and as the seeds of sadness bow away
duty remains, what's left to say?
hope they're happy, hope they're happy
still it's good trade for the Black Hawk Enemy
and pride is tainted by a Black Hawk Enemy
we wont be feeding that Black Hawk Enemy
we're getting away from that Black Hawk Enemy
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6. |
Middle 8
03:11
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If lyrics be all what you want
well i can write a hatfull
i'll put them down one-by-one let them rise off the pafe
i'll make the pitch soar
i'll rumble and roar
till each word tries, every word flies right to your ears
(Chorus)
I don't speak in Middle 8's
no i'm plain and to the point
least i was till each time your blue eye's fix me straight
you'll be my wonderfull answer
to where you're going tonight
i'll be on that lawn with you, gazing at the night.
Oh wont you braid my meaning
i;m sowing in song
you'd better give it back or take me honey i ain't wrong
well sure i'd think we'd click
if like me you don't ind time
we both read off the same hymn-sheet honey we're partners in crime
(Chorus till end)
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7. |
Sway the Sickle
03:04
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Now sway the sickle
don't cut me down
just lay down it's just the grass
the ground our comfort
a wooly blanket
well perhaps we go back
when my jumper's not enough to keep us warm
there's cream on my lips i think i'll wash it off with lemonade and kisses
may your legs never catch on that old thistle bush
and i hope my hat stays on
Your hair's a lilly
you are the stem
but that water's freezing i hope we dry in the sun
oh wait what's that a rain shower
a frog on a bank
two people now one person slip beneath a blue-eyed day
and that 3rd time again
caused our smiles to widen
and it keeps our eyes entranced
may your hands always twist that little ring of curls i like so much and i hold you right
But the last kiss goodnight well it
just turns into next days first
and soon that field around us lies
may your scarf be silken smooth but strong enough to pull you in
Tall grass tickles you tenderly
but you're not shy at all you let me see
then you throw your sickle down and you sit with me.
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8. |
The Road Endless
03:10
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Every mother's beaming boy scout and sighing sister's here to see us off
and it's the freeway's turn to try and tell us here's where we stand
and the cave i come from forms a family picture that i tape to the dash
radiator grill is already filled but i think surely the West's my land
(Chorus)
Sweet winds blow me back again
and see me safe
fill my lungs my eyes again
it's not too late
sticky t-shirt, sweat that clings like a cold night outside your bay
metal sheets bore me your coffee's the same
and my boots on the gas
"Hello there over there i'm the lover of the road endless)
Every world weary seated fuel attendant's here to take me in
or maybe i'll be blowing my broken down dreams back here again
it's a race to see if that bay is all that is
but like a wrapper caught in the breeze i'll be blowing down the golden sands
(chorus till end)
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Olly Fry England, UK
23 year old singer-songwriter that wants to put the guitar back at the forefront of music, using technology, distortion and a HELL of a lot of cool songs this is how i want to do it
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