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Mad Hatter
03:08
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Mad Hatter
Somebody told me once
There’ll be no good son
This life ain’t made for dreams
And you’ll probably end up no one
Grab a seventies job
In the 21st century
And a woman that you love
‘Cause love might set you free
And I said
I’m not fancy of your life style, not thrilled by the way you move
Blues turns out to be my only friend and I felt in love with her groove
Paper cuts won’t bother me, I’ve got six strings to ease my pain
Mad hatter skills that no one knows, now it’s time to go insane
You just fly on, go home
Ah, that’s right.
See the lights turning red
On this green afternoon
Two pills under my tongue
And I eat my brains on your silver spoon, babe
The taste of your soul
It’s none compared to mine
Turns out that I’m no one
And that might be just fine
I’m not fancy of your life style, not thrilled by the way you move
Blues turns out to be my only friend and I felt in love with her groove
Paper cuts won’t bother me, I’ve got six strings to ease my pain
Mad hatter skills that no one knows, now it’s time to go insane
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on and go away.
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on, go home
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I Don't Really
02:59
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I Don’t Really
I don’t really understand the tears
Caused by the suffering and those wasted years
How do you stay alive huff?
I thought i heard you saying your heart was gone
But I think you found a new one, hey?
And all the love songs seem to you
That’s cause none of them is really true babe
My lovers think that I’m dead inside
But I’m pretty sure they don’t understand why
C’mon C’mon pretty girls keep running wild and free
Cause I’m not the kind of man with who you want to be
And I don’t really understand the pain
It’s seems all my efforts were in vain
To talk some sense into your head
Downtown life was never meant to grow old honey
And it’s funny, you really think you’re the same, ah
But scotch and smoke will do just fine
At least it’s something you can buy, hey darling?
My lovers think that I’m dead inside
But I’m pretty sure they don’t understand why
C’mon C’mon pretty girls keep running wild and free
Cause I’m not the kind of man with who you want to be
And if the whiskey ain’t enough, neither the smoke you blow
You settle down with someone you don’t even know
I bet life will find the time to show you on you sweet fairy tale
All the pleasure you got while you threw it all away
My lovers think that I’m dead inside
But I’m pretty sure they don’t understand why
C’mon C’mon pretty girls keep running wild and free
Cause I’m not the kind of man with who you want to be
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Wasted Lullaby
05:11
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Wasted Lullaby
Hey lady, pull up a chair and sit next to me
I’m gonna tell you a story like non other you’ve heard before
And you can leave your body to me and leave
‘Cause we won’t be needing your soul anymore
There was this day when I wrote a Lullaby
Yes I said it, I guess I was too damn high
I went back to the store and bought two more cases of wine
Maybe I wasn’t wasted enough
And the day ain’t over ‘till I’m done dealing with my self
I’m sure there’s plenty of meaning in the words you want to say
But you say nothing darling and I really think we’re both better this way
Once I had a woman and she acted the same way too
After all I might be too wasted and the woman is still you
It’s funny how things roll down in this world
Since when little Annie became a nurse in the downtown bar
Yesterday she was just a schoolgirl in the same old place
I know one’s gotta do what it takes
But did it need to take so much of you?
And I’m sure there’s plenty of meaning in the words you want to say
But you say nothing darling and I really think we’re both better this way
Once I had a woman and she acted the same way too
After all I might be too wasted and the woman is still you
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I Can’t Get Tired of This Taste
Little Jimi came up to town
Smoking his lungs out through a cigar
I guess he was to fancy to be seen with the likes of you
Six strings would make a better date, if you know what I mean, ah
So blend that scotch with the soul-bounded music of another beggar,
And we're good to go
I’m on fire
I can’t get tired of this taste, baby
Keep the change
I got a lot more where that came from
One more experiment
I mean, one more life
Better keep one this time
Brown sugar in a cup of coffee
Two magic pills and we’re good to go
I love those mornings when you knock me out honey
At least I know there ain’t gonna be much more
The glass is always half full or half empty so
Pour one into another, and I think we’ll be just fine
I’m on fire
I can’t get tired of this taste, baby
Keep the change
I got a lot more where that came from
One more experiment
I mean, one more life
Better keep one this time
Why you gotta be like this?
I like you more when you sing to me.
That’s it honey, let me hear you
Here she comes!
I said this is gonna be my way
I said honey, it’s gonna be my way,
I said it!
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One Leg Freddy and Crazy Joe
I shot one leg Freddy on his foot
I didn’t really like the way he looked
Sweet talk ain’t gonna save you darling
No one’s gonna tell me what to see or what to say
Maybe what to drink
Bang Bang, Tell me how to ease my pain
Bang Bang, Lemon bites and sliced cocaine
Bang Bang, Crazy Joe says I’m insane
Bang Bang, And he always speaks the truth to me the same way
Let’s try again
I shot one leg Freddy on his hand
Man who talk too loud end up talking to a garbage can
Pray upon your people’s memory
Hang ‘em down on what you believe
Bang Bang. All over the place
Bang Bang, Shake that smile of your face
Bang Bang, I bet you’ll end up in disgrace
Bang Bang, With a loaded gun pointing right back at your grace
Take your time ‘cause Freddy can’t catch you now
Crazy Joe has got something to say
I shot one leg Freddy on his head
Crazy world is made for crazy man
Threw his eyes on the kitchen floor
I think he’s seen me here before
That’s right
Take your time ‘cause Freddy can’t catch you now
Crazy Joe has got something to say
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6. |
Blind By Choice
02:43
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Blind By Choice
Such a downer on my higher place
I feel like someone took my smothies away from me
Everybody seems the same, please don’t make me stay
I don’t really wanna see how the world turned out to be this way
My oldest friend, you won’t deny it
No not to me
That you failed in your life
This really wasn’t how you were supposed to be
A bunch of fools on a red carpet, blind by choice
They fail to recognize the colour of their hearts beneath their feet
On the ground they stumble everyday
And I think they are missing something’s ‘cause I ain’t seeing’ love today
My oldest friend, you won’t deny it
No not to me
That you failed in your life
This really wasn’t how you were supposed to be
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7. |
Glass Rock Blondie
03:53
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Glass Rock Blondie
Three months on the run
Falling dead, left your body at shore
To the cold, to despair, to the blood of the people
And I don’t need your saints no more
Two guns staring face to face
The names of the ones who you wanna blame
Of the Lord, the man, the father and son
Bleeding out so that the world still remains the same
Cross out your heart
They have taken it
Hallowed by the stars
That will carry it
If the world just falls apart
Then it’s all the same
I know you’d let it
You’re the ones who are taking it down
With a loaded gun
I don’t need your
Pit for the ones I loved
I don’t need your
Chains around my arms
You’ve made them, and I sure won’t take ‘em
‘Cause I don’t need your war
Throw your hand as bait
Life sinks on those who wait
For the boatman, to choose who he wants to pay
Cry out loud, you’re so sorry
Make it about, tell your story
Just shout, throw your hands up high
And hold on
Cross out your heart
They have taken it
Hallowed by the stars
That will carry it
If the world just falls apart
Then it’s all the same
I know you’d let it
You’re the ones who are taking it down
With a loaded gun
I don’t need your
Pit for the ones I loved
I don’t need your
Chains around my arms
You’ve made them, and I sure won’t take ‘em
‘Cause I don’t need your war
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I Know Passion Has a Bitter Taste
Last night when you called
I sure wasn’t home
To take your heart in a bottle
Dropping liquor on my bedroom’s floor
I’m so innocent of your crimes
So that I couldn’t write a song about it
I let it all to the dead leaves
That you buried on your skin when he was gone
I know passion has a bitter taste
A little better with a bit of wine
Like if the rain didn’t matter
But without it we would be just fine
And if I spoke my soul so you could see it, and like
Every word a chance to breathe it, and I
Knew exactly how to feel it, would I
Have every second of your time?
Sing it girl
Lost calls and broken glasses
Still not the man you want me to be, baby
I’m not sure of all the flaws and traces
On the man you want me to be, that’s right
You’re on the rug
Trying to be the man you want me to be
And I’m so dead wrong
No, no, no
Yes I’m so dead wrong
‘Cause I don’t know you at all
I know passion has a bitter taste
A little better with a bit of wine
Like if the rain didn’t matter
But without it we would be just fine
And if I spoke my soul so you could see it, and like
Every word a chance to breathe it, and I
Knew exactly how to feel it, would I
Have every second of your time?
Sing it girl
Lost calls and broken glasses
Still not the man you want me to be, baby
I’m not sure of all the flaws and traces
On the man you want me to be, that’s right
You’re on the rug
Trying to be the man you want me to be
And I’m so dead wrong
No, no, no
Yes I’m so dead wrong
‘Cause I don’t know you at all
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9. |
Blues Kinda Girl
04:25
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Blues Kinda Girl
I met this girl at her one-eight street
Dreaming on letting grass touch her soul and her feet
With a distant stare, a straw hat tying her curly hair
A naked body and a dress shaping out the air
And if you rather loose it honey
Be sure ‘cause it’s true
There ain’t no body who’s gonna talk to you the way I do
I met this girl on a crazy dance
Dreaming on moonlight, sugar and sweet romance
With a salty breeze, taste of lemon on her lips
Softly breathing out your heart while she gently sleeps
But if you rather loose honey
Comeback another day ‘cause you know
You can always count on me being the same
Blues kinda girl don’t you want to be free
There ain’t nobody who’s gonna see you the way I see
But if you rather walk away
Be sure ‘cause it’s true
There ain’t no one in the all wide world
Who’s got these feelings for you
Nobody’s gonna love you the way I do
Blues kinda girl don’t you want to be free
There ain’t nobody who’s gonna see you the way I see
But if you rather walk away
Be sure ‘cause it’s true
There ain’t no one in the all wide world
Who’s got these feelings for you
Nobody’s gonna love you the way I do
Blues kinda girl don’t you want to be free
There ain’t no one who’s gonna see you the way I see
But if you rather walk away
Be sure ‘cause it’s true
There ain’t no one in the all wide world
Who’s got these feelings for you
Nobody’s gonna love you the way I do
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10. |
Jester's Tale
04:54
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Jester’s Tale
The jester smiled to the people, he gave away the weirdest feelings
I’m so lonely today, at least is what I say when I’m with you, baby
Let the joker joke your lucky life
I once knew somebody or so I though
She’d make me happy
I guess one of us could laugh about it
Sell it on your own
Fake it like your alone
Baby in this world non of us can hide
And here I lay as a puppet on your strings
The ones in my guitar juggle my finger
But the ones in your hands shake the ground honey
I guess I’ll have to take us flying around
The weight of the world on my shoulders
Was after all a vain pursuit
Truth is gone and I already told you
Treasure hunts are not my thing
Jonny Goodies is on town
And has a question to be made
Are you gone just to come around
When you can laugh about it?
And here I lay as a puppet on your strings
The ones in my guitar juggle my finger
But the ones in your hands shake the ground honey
I guess I’ll have to take us flying around
The jester smiled to the people and he gave away his queen
And here I lay as a puppet on your strings
The ones in my guitar juggle my finger
But the ones in your hands shake the ground honey
I guess I’ll have to take us flying around
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