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House of The Rising Sun
02:43
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There is a house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
and it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
and God I know I'm one
Mother was a tailor
she made my red blue jeans
Father was a gambling man
way down in New Orleans
Mother tell your children
not to do what I had done
and spend your life in sin and misery
in the House of the Rising Sun
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Sabrina
03:55
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I wanna tell you
I was on the bus and cold
Through my window
The city started to move
Out of it stepped Sabrina
a-thousand fold
Sabrina, Sabrina, tie me down you stupid friend
I never want this world to end
Sabrina, Sabrina, your hair is dead
You made a deft turn
And headed down town
Through my brain
The roaches started to move
Out of it stepped a slim snake
a-million fold
Sabrina, Sabrina, turn me down your stupid friend
I never want this world to end
Sabrina ,Sabrina, your friend Fred
Another deft turn
And we passed the millian creek
The stop bell
Suddenly started to ring
I was going to heaven
a-thousand fold
Sabrina, Sabrina, turn me down your stupid friend
I never want this world to end
Sabrina, Sabrina, your hair is dead
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3. |
We're Not Muppets
03:45
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We’re not muppets, we’re human beings
we want to live between the things
Make a change, make it happen
bring love and hate in our lives
Cross the land, cross the sea
we will find what we believe
Breathe the air, drink the water
do them both, it doesn’t matter
Girl, place your cold face next to mine
and I will die before my time
We’re not muppets, we’re human beings
we want to live without the strings
Feel the pain and the laughter
find out who's the muppet master
Ride a train, drive a car
Fly a plane, travel far
Home is where we are together
Any place, any weather
Girl, place your cold face next to mine
and I will die before my time
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Snake bites on my face
Where the hell is the human race?
Why am I all alone?
A coat of mud with skin and bone
I went down to my hometown
The place looked like a battleground
Nothing but old moon glow
Scattered ash and dirty snow
Tough times for the resurrected
and everyone I know
I cried hard and I cried long
“Is there anybody home”?
Skeletons is all I found
they thad a smile and I had a frown
Tough times for the resurrected
when there’s one around
Tough times for the resurrected
in my hometown
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5. |
The Ghost of My House
04:46
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In the ghost of my house
Lived a Caesar mouse
The mouse was killed
Left a ghost in my dreams
A memory sweeter than cream
But the ghosts still silently scream
It's taken so long
But now at last
I’m living the life
I lived in the past
I left the trail, like forwarding mail
I wanna see this envelope last
It’s my secret life
with my father’s wife
I left the trail
Like forwarding mail
Fills the atmospheres of my past
But will the envelopes last
The ghosts in my dreams
Are dressing machines
The ghost of my house
A Ceasar’s mouse
I always turned the tables on my themes
Suddenly filled with screams
It’s my secret life
with my father’s wife
I smell the air
The fragrance of the past
I left the trail before clearing the mail
Now I live the life of my past
Now I live the life of my past
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6. |
Steamroller's Blues
05:06
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Well I’m a mongrel with petty ambitions
the cement was my bed since my eviction
was to my very luck in New Year’s Day
that the state secured me steady pay
What fine equipment they gave me too
a roller born in 1942
busted motor and rusty steel
in circular paving with a squealing mill
I’m driving my steamroller
from Soho out to West Broadway
Tifen eaten when the meridional of noon
inspired this pathetic little croon
the intolerable heat knocked me off my feet
when I went to conclude my feat
They destroyed everything we had done
fifty mile road eight days from dawn to dawn
mediator said it was a miscalculated budget
So I turned on my roller and I squashed that midget
I’m driving my steamroller
from Soho out to West Broadway
Statue of liberty I know you care
waving that shit up in the air
You can tell me what’s fair?
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Never on Sunday II Greece
The story of Never On Sunday begins in 1970, when a group of friends from Piraeus, started playing music they heard from records that sailors brought to the port. In January 2022, with founding member Andonis Iliakis as the driving force and a radically different line-up, Never On Sunday transformed into a band and decided to open up to the world, playing their own style of blues rock. ... more
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