1. |
An End Has A Start
04:04
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don't think that it's gonna rain again today
There's a devil at your side but an angel on her way
Someone hit the light 'cause there's more here to be seen
When you caught my eye, I saw everywhere I'd been and wanna go to
You came on your own, that's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands and air to breathe
I won't disappoint you as you fall apart
Some things should be simple; even an end has a start
Someone hit the light 'cause there's more here to be seen
When you caught my eye, I saw everywhere I'd been and wanna go to
You came on your own, that's how you'll leave
With hope in your hands and air to breathe
You'll lose everything by the end
Still my broken limbs you find time to mend
More and more people I
Know are getting ill
Pull something…
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2. |
Burn The Flames
04:48
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Here I sit
A vampire at my piano
The flames burn glaringly higher
And the eyes that stare through the darkness
Though they have no form
There's no need for alarm
So burn, so burn, burn the flames
Higher and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire
Here I sit
A skeleton at my organ
The candles in my candelabra
Burn hellishly hellish hell
And the laughter unending echoes
Through the haunted house
A little Christmas spirit ghostly haunting deadly spirit
Every creature is stirring
Even a mouse
So burn, so burn, burn the flames
Higher, higher, higher and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire
So burn, so burn, burn the flames
Higher, higher, higher and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire
Here I sit myself at my instruments
Here they sit at their instruments
And the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares
The children of the night
What music we make
So burn, so burn, burn the flames
Higher and higher
So burn, burn the flames, never to expire
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3. |
Dying On The Vine
03:49
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I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line
I'd lay down my sword if you would take it
And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine
I was with you down in Acapulco
Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman
Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time
I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying on the vine
Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter
The troops, the celebrations in the sun
The authorities say my papers are all in order
And if I wasn't such a coward I would run
I'll see you me when all the shooting's over
Meet me on the other side of town
Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection
It's always nice to have them hanging around
I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what's mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying, dying on the vine
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4. |
Famous Blue Raincoat
05:21
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It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
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5. |
Gun Street Girl
03:08
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Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and
Now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran' new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door
I said, John, John he's long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain't never coming home
I said John, John he's long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain't never coming home
Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood
Soakin' day old bread in kerosene
He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog
Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
Tellin' everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Tellin' everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern's pullin' out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane
Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
I said, John, John he's long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain't never coming home
I said John, John he's long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain't never coming home
Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup
Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I said, John, John he's long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain't never coming home
I said John, John he's long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain't never coming home
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6. |
Let's Pretend
02:04
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Let's not make it into a big thing
Let's not get lost in this
I know it is, I know we could
I guess we surely would
Let's pretend it's not
It doesn't mean a thing
Let's not blow it out of all senses
As though it meant so much
It's always thought about for weeks
Not everytime your lips meet mine, I think of her
But when her hands reach out, I think of you
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7. |
Mr. Pharmacist
02:47
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Mr Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin see
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist won't you please
Give me some energy
Mr Pharmacist
Hey Mr Pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr Pharmacist can you help
Send me on a 'delic kick
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr Pharmacist
Hey Mr…
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8. |
My My Hey Hey
03:29
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Hey Hey My My
Rock and Roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey Hey My My
[chorus]
My my, hey hey
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey
[verse 1]
Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this but you pay for that
And once you're gone, you can't come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black
[verse 2]
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
(Johnny Rotten, Johnny Rotten)
This is the story of Johnny Rotten
(Johnny Rotten, Rotten Johnny)
It's better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
[chorus 2]
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll will never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my
[outro]
Hey hey, my my
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9. |
Red Sun/How Soon Is Now
04:36
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Well I hate to see the red red sun go down
I hate to see the red red sun go down
That's when the hogbone man lay his knuckle down
I've become convinced that you're the one
Cause you never flinch under the gun
Lovers kneel by the roadside in pools of broken glass
Gator tails fly like black angels from the wheels - as they pass
am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
There's a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well when exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
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10. |
River People
03:12
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Down here everyone says that the river people don't really belong here.
I know what it's like to be a stranger and divide a town beside a frontier.
People want your business and little more
I've watched shadows lengthen from a closed door.
Mountains wide, nothing is clearer to the river people than what the others try and hide.
You spoke, pushed your chair back at the meeting and I could tell that you were petrified.
You said the best people can suddenly oppose
The sight of good will and then it arose.
Two people, four people crossed the floor
I saw children run, I wept amidst the uproar
Around here your stranded face before moonlight, the color of the sea.
You came up to the house after swimming on sunset and the flattened sea.
The sky had opened, it had gone bust
You and I watched the river people swim before us
The sky had opened, it had gone bust
You and I watched the river people swim before us
You said the best people could suddenly oppose
The sight of good will and then it arose.
Two people, four people crossed the floor
I saw children run, I wept amidst the uproar
Down here
You came
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11. |
Slow Show
03:35
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Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
Can't pay attention to the sound of anyone
A little more stupid, a little more scared
Every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
Everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
Way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God, I'm very, very frightening, I'll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
And not thinking of my dick?
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
From one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
Put on a slow, dumb show for you and crack you up
So you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
God I'm very, very frightening, I'll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
For 29 years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for, for 29 years
You know I dreamed about you
For 29 years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for, for 29 years
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12. |
Spanish Coast
03:09
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Die, die, die on a Spanish coast
Die like a clown with no friend around
This used to be a Spanish town
Die, die, die on a Spanish coast
Die like a fly with no lover to sigh
On a high white box in a pile of rocks
You'll go crazy by the hazy sea
Die, die, die on a Spanish coast
Die like a love when you killed a dove
If you don't believe
Then your angels leave and you lose it
You can't use it, life
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Alek Novak Београд, Serbia
Guitarist-songwriter from Belgrade, experimenting with music genres, from blues to indie and with items, form dark corners of soul to social issues. Welcome to Belgrade!
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