1. |
Deathsong
02:31
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Do you remember when
You were still my friend
And we were sticking to that band
Do you remember when
When we saw them again
We realized it never meant anything
All the good times we had
And all the friends me made
All these times are dead and gone
Remember everyone
Again they'll never come
Leave them buried in the ground
Do you remember when
We said that if we'd ever met
Again we'd stay the same
Do you remember when
We went in different ways
We realized it never meant anything
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2. |
Kiss
04:02
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I bring you out to my little town
I'll make you play in my little bar
There`s just one drunk who's a regular
Tut baby... You're a star
I'll make you dance till the bucket is full
I'm bleeding for you so put on a show
I'm sorry if it's not enough for the fuel
Well baby... that's rock-n-roll
Oh holy scene
I crawl to your temple to buy and sell
I scratch on the door, I'm ringing the bell
Oh holy scene
Would you please please notice me
I'm ready to die only to be seen
Eating junk til the day I die
Nothing's easy when you're DIY
You know we all have to pay the price
Uh... baby... It's alright
Just one last time I promise you
You can trust me cause I'm keeping it true
Together we are gonna make it big
Cause baby that's what i do
I'm no wimp
Holy scene
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3. |
Cathaniel
04:36
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First time I met him he was living on the streets
I tried to keep him as my pet
I said: oh precious would you come home with me
And stay a while... or for eternity?
I am the saviour of the streets
you'll be the prince you always wanted to be
But just one night in your company
Is the only thing I ever want for me
Just a few weeks later
He was living on my couch
He became more than just my guest
He occupied my mansion
He blocked my living room
My greatest fear:
That cat is leaving me
Why are you leaving me
Didn't I save you from the streets
Didn't I even give you money
For just one little kiss
Would you please take down your knife
Let's watch tv don't take my life
Don't let me take revenge on you
I'll embrace you and take you with me to hell
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4. |
Jayne Mansfield
04:06
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66 and 67
Were the years I lost my ticket to heaven
She made me drink blood from a bowl
I gave my heart she traded my soul
I was in love with Jane Mansfield
And her heart-shaped body
I never got her out of my head
She made me lose my faith in Jesus
And the holy spirit
She made me think that god was dead
There was no chance for me to settle
She made my blood boil inside my vessels
I have to thank her more than anyone else; I owe her everything and noone else
She made me learn how to love myself
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5. |
Dresden
03:26
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Hello my friend
It is nice to see you again
All your scars and bruises in your soul
They really suit you well
And so my friend
After all these years
Is it love or is it alienation
That made us meet again
I wasn't sure if my story was true
And that’s why I had to talk to you
Dresden Calling - We’re licking our open wounds
Dresden Calling - This one is for me and you
You’re still my friend
After all the things you did to me
And after all the things I did to you
You’re still receiving me
Goodbye old friend
It was all - fun and games
But now that our picture is fading
All we got is a frame
I pay respect where respect is due
But now I got to bury you
Dresden Calling ...
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6. |
Rock'n'Roll
02:19
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Torture, every night i'm suffering
Torture, pushing buttons on my machine
Torture, cleaning out the filthy mind
Torture, diabolic sonic grind
Can't take another day of sitting in this hole
I got no power but I am in control
I don't like rocknroll - it makes me nervous
I don't like rocknroll - not at all
Torture, both of us are going down
Torture, pressure makes the world go 'round
Torture, love the feeling, hate the sound
But it's in my head
Can't take a another day of emptying my soul
Deafening tone… and then I hit the button
Bang bang, I cannot take that pain i feel
Bang bang, my eardrums getting numb
Bang bang, and if we're going to make it through
Bang bang, I gonna get the gun
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7. |
Rabbit
03:17
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Headlights on - rabbit on the run
I'm not afraid when threatened by the snake
You tell me about the sacrifices you made
But you never asked for the price I had to pay
I used to stroll the alleys
I used to fell strong men
I spend my nights in shabby bars
Now I drink modestly
I go on holidays
I draw my pictures in the sand
Once I was proud, but my
Time is running out
I got nothing to show and my body's getting old
I told you about the sacrifice I made
Did you never miss the man you locked away
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Barrel
03:45
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"We were fighting, we're fighting over who's supposed to clean the bedroom
And to scrub the kitchen floor
That's when I hit her, that's when I shot my woman down
That's when her soulless shattered body hit the floor"
How can you live on with blood on your hands?
How long does it take to forgive yourself
What if they will find out, find out what you did?
Will they understand?
You can can her - in a barrel
In your barn - they can't find her
In a barrel -in the wall
"Our fights are over, My life is back in order now. I live in comfort
Remember all that we've been through
But I am frozen when I look at that little barn
Because of all the sins in thoughts and deeds. In fact you're still around"
How can you live on with blood on your hands?
How many of your days
Can you spend in denial?
How can you escape
From the prison that you built?
Can you tear it down?
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