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Same Rules Apply
03:31
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Replacing, fixing
Oiling the cog
Massaging figures
And writing cheque
Breaking bad
And breaking necks
Same rules apply
For machines and men
Recycling, clogging
Sawing and wielding
Tearing down slums
And building
Skyscrapers alike towers
Watching the poor
Same rules apply
For machines and men
Thrown away
On graveyard of hopes
For scrap iron and nothing more
Same, oh same
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Coldness
02:07
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I feel coldness
Coldness rising
At the station
In the bus
People sleeping
In the garbage
And tomorrow
I could be the one
Just like that
Bellow the cheesy Christmas decorations
Awaits you a shallow potters grave
Good people
Are taking comfort
In misery of others
How pathetic
They may
I feel coldness
Coldness rising
Tomorrow it can be
You or me
Tomorrow it is
You or me
Just like that
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Fortune's Bitch
02:09
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“He was a Fortune’s Bitch”
That’s what his headstone says
With no money within his reach
And wrong women in his hands
Sometimes it seemed like he had it
But what that was I have no clue
Sometimes he tried to forget it
But you can’t get away from yourself
Hey, it’s true but
He was a Fortune’s Bitch
Even though their game was foul
He fought to the end and some more
He was scapegoat that howled
And then they shut the iron door
Hey life you bitch, he cried bitterly
Right before they pulled the switch
He was innocent man you see
But he was a Fortune’s Bitch
He was a Fortune’s Bitch
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Fair thee well my Pictish land
Whose gray shores I’ll never see again
Distant island sends me its call
But I know its no Avalon
Island where I see reflections
Of all my my past and present actions
Demons in drags
Skinheads and fags
Cheap thrills
Easy kills
I take the low road , I know,I know
I take the low road , I know,I know
Fair thee well my Pictish land
These gray shores I’ll never see again
I wish I wish but I wish in vain
I widh I had my heart again
Should auld acquaintance can’t be forgot
Or not?
Cross the sea of filth I came
No one will understand
My secret handshake
Over there
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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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