1. |
no believing
03:44
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(mothers callin’, time to wake son
start the day, have some fun)
eyes are shut, stay in bed
hold that dreamin' in my head
I can feel them...creepin' up
try and pull me from the night
push them back, stay in bed
hold that dreamin' in head
somethin's gonna
somethin's gonna rise
I can hear them
I can hear them
while I’m sleepin'
laughin' at me
but oh...
I’ll show them soon!
they can have the day…
I’ll take the the night, the stars
and the moon
yeah
I don’t care
what they say
when I’m dreamin'…
we can roll
roll through the sound
sound of the clouds
...there's no believin' anyway
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2. |
enjoy the hours...
04:42
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I see the earth
fall below me
grabbing stars
kiss the sea goodbye
goodbye my friends
so long for now
take care be well
enjoy the hours...
I’m looking up
a dyin' star
I think I went
a bit too far
I’m not gonna lie
I need time alone
so I’m gonna fly
out of this loud home
It’s getting late
the bars are closed
they kicked me out for drinking slow
but they don’t know
I sneak it in
under my shirt
I hide some gin
I’m looking up
at dyin' stars
I think I went
a bit to far
I’m not gonna lie
I need time alone
so I’m gonna fly
out of this loud home
goodbye my friends
so long for now
take care be well
enjoy the hours...
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3. |
water taxi
04:16
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moanin' in the mornin'
gotta get up, gotta go
poutin' and I’m moanin'
all my bones are achin'...oh!
shower then some coffee
fix my hair, take my pills
walk down to the water
feelin' ill
but there she stands a beauty
get a ride her, getta chill
an hour, gives us power
gives us heaven, gives us fill
take me on the water
to the beaches, to the sand
take me water taxi
to my man
I just lost a good friend
he went quietly into space
but now my saddy mind
leaves me breathless, bored again
take me on the water
past the beaches, past the sand
take me water taxi
to the end
take me on the water
past the beaches
take me on the water
past the sand
take me on the water
past the beaches, past the sand
take me water taxi
to the end
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4. |
torero
03:56
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(aka suit of light)
yeah, I think I’m stayin' home tonight
watch the time, nothin' crazy tonight
runnin’ fingers through my hair
feel like I’m still there
yeah, I think I’m gonna lay around
order somethin'
will you stay?
I’ll run fingers through your hair
prove that you’re still there
and when it’s coming time to save me
are you someone i can count on?
you say...maybe
and when the whiskey hits it’s clearly
time to shut
shut the lights
disappear
in someone
hey, i see you runnin' for the door
gonna tease you like matador
wavin cape in suit of lights
ready for the fights
and when it’s comin' time to save me
am I someone you can count on?
I say...maybe
and when the whiskey hits it’s clearly
time to play
play my sounds
for the crowds
in the night
suit of light
suit of light
suit of light
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5. |
throw it all away
04:38
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sky is grey
leaves are gone
used to sing
child songs
smell of youth
fades away
lose my taste
lose my way
used to run
super quick
burning fat
super fit
used to sing
to my fans
lost my voice
lost my tan
I know there’s nothin' left
but we still got some miles
to get lost in some shit
and laugh and dance a while
It’s not time to quit
discos back in style
get lost in the day
and throw it all away
jour de vive
qu'est-ce que c'est?
je deviens
french cliche
nausea
no exit
fatigue
pass the check
hair is grey
child gone
used to sing
happy songs
smell of youth
fades away
lose my taste
lose my way
I know there’s nothin' left
but we still got some miles
to get lost in some shit
and laugh and dance a while
It’s not time to quit
discos back in style
get lost in the day
and throw it all away
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6. |
mind slip
05:54
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hey you know, I was just thinkin',
of headin’ to the beach and sinkin’
into that chilly water
clear my skull of panic feelin'
and when my mind slips
of everything I knew
the only thought that’s stickin’
is holding on to you
I was having a normal bad day
didn’t think I really could stay
in this body of broken nothin’
headin' to the beach and drinkin'
and when my mind slips
of everything I knew
the only thought that’s stickin’
is holding on to you
I cracked a big old smile
when you asked me could we take a while?
heading to the beach and drinkin’
jump into the water sinkin’
and when our minds slip
of everything we knew
the only thought that’s stickin’
is holding on to you
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7. |
april is the coldest
04:56
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I see the light and it’s killin’ me
and the airs too cold to breath
yeah the whiskey knocks me down
too drunk to fuck the town
january’s got the snow
february’s movin’ slow
march hits with the sickliness
...but april is the coldest
april is
april is
april is the coldest
made it through the winter storms
three months of bein’ bored
no fun no work no play
no cash for holiday
january’s got the snow
february’s movin’ slow
march hits with the sickliness
...but april is the coldest
april is
april is
april is the coldest
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8. |
ugly thing
06:54
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(aka motohead)
on an early mornin' ride
goin' 60 miles strong
feel that wind against your skin
now’s the time to win
have you ever lived in light
skippin' sidewalks with a grin
lovin' all the ugly things?
now’s a damn good time to sing
don’t mess it up
let it ache
hold me tight
while we break
I think Lemmy knew
he said once or twice
how the road can chew
and spit you out
in thousand parts
don’t mess it up
let it ache
hold me tight
while we break
give it time
time to breath
breath and dream
...you ugly thing
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