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Late Night Show
03:55
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RED SHOES, NECKLACE,
SMELL OF CHINESE FOOD
BAREFOOT, BLACK DRESS
SWINGING WEARING A TIE
DROP DEAD SUIT, GIRL ON THE SIDE
WISH HE HAVE A GUN TO SHOOT HIS WIFE
OLD FASHION BOYS, CHEAP OL’ BOOZ
DANCING LIKE A FOOL IN A EMPTY ROOM
MAD DOGS , FANCY BIG HAT
MOVING LIKE A MONKEY TO A TECHNO TRACK
BIG BLUE FLOWERS, SHINING GARDENS
THIRSTY AND SAD BEHIND THE FANCY FANCE
HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES
IS THE LATE NIGHT SHOW,
DON’T STOP ME NOW, DON’T HUSH ME NOW ON THE GREAT
LATE NIGHT SHOW
THE LITTLE GIRL DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU PREACH
SHE SAID I’M RICH COZ I’M FREE
2 OLD MAN AND A BROKEN TEETH
SCREAMING AT THE MOON LIKE A JAZZY TUNE
THIS SKY HAVE NO STARS NO MOON
SHINING LIGHTS MAKE IT COOL
HIGH SHOES, BROKEN TIGHTS
FRIDAY NIGHT READY FOR THE FIGHT
HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES
IS THE LATE NIGHT SHOW,
DON’T STOP ME NOW, DON’T HUSH ME NOW ON THE GREAT
LATE NIGHT SHOW
ON THE LATE NIGHT SHOW, MOVING SLOW
ACT LIKE A PREACHER DRESS LIKE A QUEEN
LATE NIGHT SHOW, MOVING SLOW, IS THE GREAT
LATE NIGHT SHOW
ACT LIKE A PREACHER DRESS LIKE A QUEEN
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2. |
Song of the Devil
03:36
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I keep on walking with the Devil
down in a hole
I find I’m talking with this Devil
makes me wonder, makes me lose
I keep on walking with this Devil
Down where he stole
All that joining in his revel
don't you worry about the cost
And he makes me mad, whispers in my head,
does he tell the truth? I wish I’d shot him dead
but his voice is thin, oh! its like he sings
oh! so sweet...
I keep on walking with this Devil
down in his hole
Keep on pushing up a level
I’d shake the danger if I could
I'm on a cruise with the Devil
Caipirinha from a bowl
He says hes paying for the gamble
no losing dice - toss the whole
And he makes me mad, whispers in my head,
does he tell the truth? I wish I’d shot him dead
when his voice is thin, oh! its like he sings
oh! so sweet...
I'm walking home with the Devil
down in a rut
God he’s talking like a preacher
makes me ponder, makes me hot
I'm fed up walking with this Devil
From the house behind the church
All those monsters I’ve been dreaming
Underneath the willow tree
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3. |
Day of the Dead
03:44
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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY GRANDMA TOOK ME TO THE CHURCH
SHE SAID WE’RE GOING TO EXPIRE OUR SIN
THERE WAS A LONG QUEUE OUTSIDE
EVERYONE WITH A LITTLE BAG FULL OF MONEY
THEY WEAVE IT LIKE A FLAG
I ASK WHAT’S THE MONEY FOR
GRANDMA SAYS GOOD JESUS, GOOD LORD
I’LL GIVE IT TO THE FATHER, HE SAYS SON
YOU’RE FREE TO GO
SO DON’T YOU WORRY DEAR MOTHER
I’VE ALREADY PAY THE FATHER
TO SAY MY NAME
ON THE DAY OF THE DEAD
(UUUUUUUUUUU)
BROTHERS AND SISTERS
TODAY IN THIS SPECIAL DAY WE’RE HERE TO CELEBRATE
OUR TRIBUTE TO THE DEAD
FIRST OF ALL I’LL LIKE TO THANK GOD
FOR THIS BLESSED AND LOVED COMMUNITY
QUITE QUITE, CHILDREN QUITE
THEY CAN HEAR YOUR BREATH
SILENCE SILENCE
STAY SILENCE
SHUT YOUR HEART AND SING
DON’T YOU WORRY DEAR MOTHER
I’VE ALREADY PAY THE FATHER TO SAY MY NAME
ON THE DAY OF THE DEAD
BUT I SAW NO LIGHTS
I HAD NO REST I’M JUST A STAR
ON THE DAY OF THE DEAD
JESUS, JESUS, WHY DON’T YOU SAVE MY SOUL
JESUS, I’VE GOT MONEY, WHY DON’T YOU INTRODUCE ME TO THE LORD
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I’VE GOT HOLES IN MY POCKET
I AIN’T GOT MONEY TO LOSE
GLITTER ON MY SHOES WELL, TRUST ME I DIDN’T CHOOSE IT
MY HEART IS LIKE A ROCKET UNTIL I HEAR THE BLUES
I DON’T READ THE NEWS, MAKES ME FEEL SICK
I CAN’T DEAL WITH MY PROBLEMS,
TIME IS NOW SO READ IT QUICK
TELL ME
WHO DARE TOUCH IT, TOUCH A THING,
WHO DARE TOUCH ME WHEN I’VE GOT THAT SWING
I DON’T CARE IF I’M RIGHT
I DON’T CARE IF I’M WRONG
I’M WALKING DOWN THIS WAY
AND IT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
AS I KNOW,
I KNOW,
I’M ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD
I’VE GOT STUDIES, ASPIRATIONS,
I PAY MY DUES WITH DIZZY TATTOOS
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT TO DO
AIN’T NOBODY GOT A CLUE
MEANWHILE MANDY AND BOOZ
QUICK RELIEF FROM THE BLUES
WHO KNOWS ANYMORE HOW TO HAVE SEX
WHEN YOU CAN SEE THOSE SHADES
FROM A MOVIE IN GREY
AND TELL ME
WHO DARE TOUCH, TOUCH A THING,
WHO DARE TOUCH ME WHEN I’VE GOT THAT SWING
I DON’T CARE IF I’M RIGHT
I DON’T CARE IF I’M WRONG
I’M WALKING DOWN THIS WAY
AND IT DOESN’T REALLY MATTER
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS AS I KNOW,
I KNOW,
I’M ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD
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5. |
Alleyway of Freedom
05:25
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CARDBOARD-BOX ON THE CORNER,
SMELL OF ONIONS, CHEESE AND BEER
MOUSE HIDING BEHIND A CUP
THAT MOUSE IS A FRIEND
I’M SITTING ON THE ALLEYWAY OF FREEDOM (2T)
WHEN I MISS HOME,
I MISS THE SEA
MAMA TOLD ME
“NEVER TRUST THOSE PEOPLE,
WHEN ALL MY FRIENDS LET ME DOWN
AND MY GIRLFRIEND LOVES ME TOO MUCH
I’M SITTING ON THE ALLEYWAY OF FREEDOM (2T)
(TALKING WITH MYSELF/SMOKING BIG CIGARETTES)
DOUBLE JAMESON ON THE ROCKS
ON THE BAR SIDE
A MURKY MOON SHINES
GIVES ME A BREAK
ALL MY FRIENDS LET ME DOWN
MY GIRLFRIEND LOVES ME TOO MUCH
I’M SITTING ON THE ALLEYWAY OF FREEDOM (4T)
(TALKING WITH MYSELF/SMOKING BIG CIGARETTES)
I CAN’T DENY I KEEP TALKING TO MYSELF
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6. |
Barflies Pt.1
01:19
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7. |
Three Day Blues
04:13
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Sunday I've start my three day blues
I've thought I would quit but at the end you always lose
Monday deep down in the gloom
Oh I can't even leave the room
Just the other day I felt fine
all these pretty girls dancing in time
I was flying high before the clock strike 9
(As the clock strike 9 fly so high)
You take care of yours I take care of mine
Tuesday I feel quite confuse
the more I live the more I feel abused
I don't stand accuse, don't you know I am my muse
Sunday I've just start my three day blues
I was flying high before the clock strike 9
You take care of yours I take care of mine
Wednesday take me out remove this cup
I thought you were a flower but you're just another bruised
Is an heart attack or just some wine
I see Flamingos on the moonshine
I was flying high before the clock strike 9
You take care of yours I take care of mine
Thursday feeling fine, get back in line
Friday we all must die!
three day blues (repeat)
Sunday I've start my three day blues
just another excuse
Saturday lying to the floor
So send me off to bed once more,
please send me off to bed once more
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SMALL ROOM IN A BIG TOWN (2T)
TIRED LIFE, CAN’T SLEEP
HOT DREAMS. CAN’T FLY
I’VE GOT A DUSTY CARPET FOR MY DUSTY EYES
SMALL WINDOW SHOW ME THE LIFE
BIG MAD BUS - TAKE YOU TO TOWN
BIG FAT ASS - SINGING OUT LOUD
DEEP FRIED CHIPS - FEED THE WORLD
I’VE GOT A - GOOD PRICE - I LIVE IN A MALL
LISTEN TO MILES DAVIS SO WHAT?
COOL
A SMALL WINDOW SHOW ME THE FOOLS
I’VE GOT A
SMALL ROOM IN A BIG TOWN (2T)
MANY OLD LADIES - ALONE IN THEIR ROOM
WHILE THESE YOUNG GIRLS - DREAM THE MOON
I’VE GOT MONEY FOR THE LORD - RENT TOOK MY SOUL
I’VE SOLVE THE PROBLEM
LIGHTS OFF
LISTEN TO MILES DAVIS SO WHAT?
SO COOL
CHARLIE PLAY WITH MANDY IN THE OTHER ROOM
I’VE GOT A
SMALL ROOM IN A BIG TOWN (2T)
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9. |
Love it or leave it
04:25
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YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU
BUT IS BRINGING ME DOWN
EMPTY SPACE
RHYTHM MERGE WITH GRACE
THE PARTY IS OVER
CAN YOU HEAR THE DISTANT SOUND
TURN DOWN THE LIGHT
DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT
AND I STOP A WHILE
TO GET THE FEEL OF YOU
JUST FOR A MOMENT
BEFORE IT BLOWS
YOU CAN LOVE IT, LEAVE IT OR LOVE IT
LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT ALONE
CAN YOU FEEL THE AIR
ACROSS THIS LONESOME TOWN
IF I COULD SING YOU A SONG
THIS IS HOW IT SOUNDS
AND I STOP A WHILE TO GET THE FEEL OF YOU
JUST FOR A MOMENT
BEFORE IT BLOWS
YOU CAN LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT AND LOVE IT
LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT ALONE
FEARS COLLAPSE
WHEN I CROWL
INTO YOUR ARMS
NOW, LET IT GO
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10. |
Barflies pt.2
04:52
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11. |
Bad as I can be
04:35
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TO THE SCHOLAR AND THE WALLAH,
TO THE TEACHER RANTING RULES
TO THE OLD MAN
THAT WANTS TO BE YOUNG
TO THE BITTER AND THE TWIST-ED
BLOOMING SISTERS HAVING FUN
FATHER SHOUTS ‘GET OUT!’
MOTHER WHISPERS “LOVE YOU SON!”
I’M THE LIQUID IN YOUR CUP
I’M THE SONG THAT CAN’T BE SUNG
NEVERENDING AMBULANTE
THE FAG THAT BURNT YOUR TONGUE
I’M THE KID AT THE PARADE –
UNDER BLOUSE AND SKIRT I RUN
THE RUMBLES, THE BIG TALK
COMES THE MORNING I’LL BE GONE
I’M UP TO NO GOOD AS I AIN’T GOOD ENOUGH
DIRTY LOWDOWN, HANGING WITH THE ROUGH, I MADE MY WAY COS I’M BAD… BAD AS I CAN BE
TO THE SLACKERS AND THE COLLAR,
TO THE WOLF MAN IN A SUIT,
TO THE AD THAT SPORNED A MONSTER
WHO SAYS “I’M UP TO NO GOOD”
TO THE PAINTER AND THE SCULPTOR,
TO THE PALETTE AND THE FLOW
JUST ALLOW IT!
JUST INVITE THEM TO THE SHOW
I’M THE CATALAN UPRISING
I’M THE TRUMPS OF USA/ THE HORSE, THE MOUSE, THE GOLDEN FLEECE
NO PASA NADA, HERMANNO
HEAR ME WHEN I COME
I’M THE DOG THAT RUNS FREE
THE FALLING TAPESTRY
THE CRUMBLES, THE SHOCK
GONNA MISS ME WHEN I’M GONE!
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