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Kangaroo Man
02:54
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When the first rain's gone
its been there for too long
and you said you wouldn't stay
When the first sun's gone
our direction is quite clear
you said you'd leave me, she said she'd leave me
Now the birds' fly's false
dont they know they're in a cage
autumn comes and our bench waits
Hidden by the times
won't you hit me for I dived
but your way sustains me, her way sustains me
Hear me stay, mr. Kangaroo man
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2. |
Revolution
02:59
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Hold me close to you and everything I ever wanted
will become all true if you could see what I found now
Words grow in my head I guess I never will forget them
Oh if you could see and I could tell we'd know we're perfect
singing
Revolution my head
Revolution's mad
Revolution in my head
Oh oh Oh
I don't cut my hair
I don't wear no jeans
and my body's cheapest
but I live my life and no one else can tell me what to say
Revolution my head
Revolution's mad
Revolution in my head
Oh oh Oh
So are they nowadays so faraway – those things you dreamed of?
And is it so hard to see that you've once been this kid willing to scream:
Revolution my head
Revolution's mad
Revolution in my head
Oh oh Oh
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3. |
Swan
04:25
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She was hanging 'round, between the shouts, waiting for him to disappear,
He just made his sounds, to heal the wounds, her charming smile cut into the air.
Oh, don’t they know? The neighbour cries in sleep cause its his
Song they stole, now he ain’t never gonna get into a fight no more.
Bill tried to refill his empty glass the second time in a whiskybar,
He was feeling ill because of jill, who didn’t care ‘bout modern art.
Oh, don’t he know? Bartender cries in silence, it’s his
Song he stole, now he’s never givin a damn about a difference at all.
All the stories they write on their ways they can’t find,
I can’t read, I can’t speak…
And all the letters they wrote on the ways they didn’t go,
When will they write about me?
Get lost in Pokerdust, no hope but trust, last of his money changed it’s place,
Games are made to play, and bills to pay, one has to loose all daddy's got.
Oh, don’t he know? Old eagle cries in joy cause its his song,
He stole, now he’s never going to lose a game at all.
All the stories they write on their ways they can’t find,
I can’t read, I can’t speak…
And all the poems they wrote on the ways they didn’t go,
When will they write about me?
All the stories they write on their ways they can’t find,
I can’t read, I can’t speak…
And all the poems they wrote on the ways they didn’t go,
When will they write about me?
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4. |
No Name
03:42
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Caught me I was dreaming
luck we were receiving
pond and paper boat.
Jimmys little shoe store
was the place we've been for
telling us the news.
Forgot what mummy said,
insisted melodies.
Ran the roads grew older
seperatly installed
but still a head for two.
No, no single memory
No, no single melody
here...
Your head aroused by fever
we made them our believers
stage encaging mood.
Never seen a sundown
like the one in our town
fear and fight in bloom.
Speak where are you now
your song 's still in my ear.
Promised me you'd find the words that remained unclear.
No, no single memory
No, no single melody
here...
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5. |
Where Will We Go
03:00
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Where will we go from here
Where will we go, it doesn't matter if we fail
You wanna know why, but there's no why
The steps you've taken, you've taken them shy
And did you know, around unfolded times
I saw your mind, what beauty
But bastards came and railroads go
We'd steal their heart they'd bring us flu
For an unforsaken truth I need your hand
So tell me
Where will we go from here
Where will we go, it doesn't matter if we fail
Still wanna know why, but there's no why
The steps you've taken, way too shy
And did you know, around unfolded times
I saw your mind, what beauty
But bastards came and railroads go
We'd steal their heart they'd bring us flu
For an unforsaken truth I need your hand
So tell me
Where will we go from here
Where will we go, it doesn't matter if we fail
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6. |
Day Or Two
05:25
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When a day or two stay the same for you
I've been hiding all my friends beneath the cloak
I've been wishing winds to whistle while I choked
For a silent night
I wish I could ever see some kind of brightness in your eyes
I've been loosing sleep please end this bitter game
I've been loosing sleep stop me from feeling shame cause
She wasn't what I thought
She wasn't what I thought
My friends they thought the same but had to whistle while I choked
She wasn't what I thought
Yeah Yeah Yeah
When a day or two still don't mean much to you
I've been hiding all my friends beneath the cloak
I've been wishing winds to whistle while I choked cause
She wasn't what I thought
She wasn't what I thought
My friends they thought the same but had to whistle while I choked
She wasn't what I thought
Yeah Yeah Yeah
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7. |
The Tidal Wave
02:30
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When the waves,
they track you down
carry you
to your common ground
when the fly
of the bumblebee
takes you home
never knew it wasn't me
I've been blind
I felt free,
I've been talking 'bout
you and me.
I've been right
to the times
of the bees flight
When around
comes the church
and my mind
wants to be hurt,
when your mind
tastes blown,
we'll be going
far from you
I ve been blind
I felt free,
I've been talking 'bout
you and me.
I ve been right
about the times
of the bees flight
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8. |
Quing
05:57
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Tell the Queen I'm not coming no more though I know, it's not funny to say so
And my thoughts they were small when I was young, but they're big, now I'm older
Tell the King I'm not coming no more though I know, it's not healthy to say so
And my sins they were small when I was young, but they grew growing older
At least tell the King, I'd pee
On the bill that tells my fee
At least tell the Queen
I'm dead and I became her nightmare
And then tell her I'm dangerous now, though I know, it's not funny to say so
And my songs they were fun when I was young, but they're serious now I'm older
Tell the King to look well for his wife and his throne, shall he know that his time's gone
And my thoughts they were small when I was young, but now they break wallstones
At least tell the King, I'm free
And I'm not what he wants me to be
At least tell the Queen,
she killed and I became her nightmare
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Shut the Kings_Queens_Quings up
At least tell the King, I'm free
And I'm not what he wants me to be
At least tell the Queen,
she killed and I became her nightmare
Tell the Queen I'm not sorry no more, though I know, she'll never forgive me
Tell the King's body's face on the floor that I'd like to take her with me
Tell the honouring crowd they shall fall on their knees for the true bastard is me
Call me Quing I won't reign.
1,2,3,4
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Shut the Kings_Queens_Quings up
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