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Lalonde
03:00
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I was born in the evening of the year, '68
and I've decided that I'm stayin' around
First look at my hands and my groovy fingers
thought I should start to play the guitar
Gonna play the guitar!
So I took the guitar
And as the time went by I got "Possesed" by a band
long hairs and pointy guitars
'til the day when I fell into the pool with the clay
Les is more! Winnona's beaver song we made
And after that, nothing was the same for us, anymore
the songs and albums took a history role
People started recognizing my solos and my name
I even got funny song from a fan
Oh L'r, banji boy
this ain't funny song at all
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2. |
Train
03:02
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And home's all by my side
everywhere I can stop
I can rest and I can hide
stormy clouds
Night and rain
Sun sky high
In the starry night
fire flame keeps me alive
Train, here comes the train, down the railroad bend again
Train, here comes the train, down the railroad once again
Hobo for all my life
in my soul and whole my heart
Whole my mind and roaming eyes
never stop, freedom run
Until I die, forever be
comet star, upon the sky
Train, here comes the train, down the railroad once again
Train, here comes the train, down the railroad once again
Train, here comes the train, down the railroad bend again
Train, here comes the train, down the railroad once again
Here comes the train
Here comes the train
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3. |
No CPR
06:11
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No pigeons on the grass
nor humans in the nearby
Even when she's walking
under the dimmed street light
Safe times for the passengers
and occasional bystanders
Safe times are only
with no light in those lanterns.
Neither's gonna pass
One day the course of natures
action called: "Merciless!"
Put her on the street
under omen daylight
A sudden reflection
in the window of the store
Distraction's been made
and the driver run her over
They brought her wounded to the ER
and just stood, stunned, over her bed
Caught in the badest surprise so far, workin in ER
but she was way to ugly
way to ugly for the bodycast
From then, for her
nothing was the same
"Decision's been made and
set in stone that day!"
Even though it was in that moment
way to eerie
"All the money goes
for the plastic surgery!"
They brought her wounded to the ER
and just stood, stunned, over her bed
caught in the badest surprise so far, workin in the ER
she was way to beautiful
but way too late for the CPR
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4. |
Brown chicken, brown cow
03:20
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A disposition
'tween side and side
Me in the corner
and you on a ride
With the shakin' booty
and curves on the bed
Turnin' my wide opened eyeballs
into wine red
My eyeballs into wine red
Brown chicken, brown cow
That look with boobies
is screamin'"Hose!!!"
You know exactly how to move to
get one of those
Now I'll show you heaven
you'll see the stars
Makin sure you'll be screamin' them words
"Oh, please enough!!!"
You'll be screamin' "Oh please enough!"
Brown chicken and a brown cow
You are screamin' with the smile upon your face,now
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In front of Jebediah's store
standing in the foot of snow
And drinking beer.
"Oh fucker, theres no sun its frizzin' cold"
Droolin' all over the place,
spittin' on a human race
With the politics and arguments
that doesn't make much sense
Turn another round
with only money you got left
Until your pockets turn to empty,
perfect place for spiders web
Tomorrow's new day for another,
liver-round to play
Outside the Jebediah's store
perfect place for everyday
Who the fuck is Jebediah, anyway?
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6. |
Pig in a poke
03:45
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Some things that I'm about to make
and it's a pig in a poke
Sitting down with my feet all dusty grounded
I got nowhere to walk
Pouring water on a dusty trail
tryin' to make a better grip
Some things that I'm about to make
and whatever, and whenever
I'm tryin' to make, tryin' to make
Dwellin' in between the states of space and time
mornin' coffee and a sleep
Sips are slow but very effective way
to make realities to flip
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I lost my conscience. far behind
under this pile of sand, she lies disguised
I've lost her when I escaped from Chicago
she didn't understand that I was in a trouble
Now I have to leave my piece of a ground
The blizzard helps me to leave this town
People know me as a Fugitive
Fugitive with various skills
They're lying on a dusty ground
Nameless bodies mean nothing to me
There's only one way to handle dead fuckers
To drag 'em down to the ol' killing floor
One of them held a crucifix in dead hand
Sand covers bloody trails pretty well
People know me as a Fugitive
Fugitive with various skills
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8. |
The Mighty Pampuleros
03:33
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Once upon a time, in the mexican desertos
there were riders for the justice known as
the Mighty Pampuleros
Always ruthless for the evil in banditos
and fighting bastards only for the belly of doritos
Pampuleros, Pampuleros, The Mighty Pampuleros
In a town Los Fartos,
the most quite in the south
The dirty dozen rode right in
on the horses, yellin' loud
Some were shooting guns, rampage
all over the place
Putting scary, frightenin' looks on every citizens face
Pampuleros, Pampuleros, The Mighty Pampuleros
Until nice tits chikita
sends hers son on a run
"Call the mighty ones! Go and run fast, my son!"
Everything's now up to you and how quick is your pace
You're the only hope for our nice and beautiful place
Pampuleros, Pampuleros
"Here they're coming!!!"
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Two Stroke Engine Knjazevac, Serbia
Two-Stroke Engine is a band from Knjaževac, Serbia, that blends diverse musical influences to create a unique sonic
landscape.
Driven by powerful riffs and weird slide guitar licks, their music is a combination of delta blues, stoner rock, punk, grunge... infused with powerful lyrics that tell stories of individuals in various emotional states.
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