1. |
Welcome Back
01:01
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Instrumental
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2. |
Clock Mornin'
04:07
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When I’m driving the morning
And I can see your rings
I almost could feel despair
On your face touching the wind
You know, I’m lucky as a fool
I don’t have to win
I don’t have to be ruled by my clock mornin’
And now, no one can give us a smile
There’s no slave who deserve to die
You know, I’m lucky as a fool
I don’t have to win
I don’t have to be ruled by my clock mornin’
Today I’m taking this time with you
When our brains and dreams are chilling in bed
It would be so many other things to do
For keeping mind and dream not so far away
Me you know, I don’t have to win
I don’t have to be ruled by my clock mornin’
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3. |
Highest Place In Town
05:44
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Today I realized a dream
It’s just a little thing
I wanted to run off
From time and clocks
I’m searching a quiet place
To find some words and thoughts
We are almost alone
Earth, me and my dog
Just run, have fun
An escape at the highest place in town
It’s hard to feel the void
But think ‘bout boring ones
The sweet wind in the trees
Helps my mind and soul
Focus on the truth
Nature is the proof
I can’t stand anymore
All these twisted roads
Hang on, carry on,
It’s good to be in highest place in town
Sometimes I wanna burn
All that’s surrounding me
I lose my head and hurt
The world which is not mine
It’s in those perfect times
The magic catches my mind
Magnificence rises
On all these free places
I run, I burn on my own dirt
That’s why I run
To the beauty of the highest place in town
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4. |
I'm A Gipsy
04:28
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As if my heart had nothing left to care
My mind tries to explain a little more
My non-sense wish to be over there
Only few souls join me on the road
My strange blood runs with the wheels
Wether where sounds my guitar
They burn the land far from here
These are the rules made for rest of mankind
I’m a gipsy
Full of sweet lies
Wanna get the hell out of here
To be a thief of your minds
Nosing at unknown places
Uncured thoughts to be a traveler
Familiar smell with unknown spices
One more time, I get my blue eyes burned
Have a good magic spell
light me every damned day
A thing we cannot explain
by olders from mixed land
Feel great I write stories
Escape from this world
Where I kick out worries
Shaking dreams that I earn
With the sweat, with the tears
And no rain in the breeze
Some good pain, flee disease
Hope a nap under trees
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5. |
Ducks
04:12
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I went to my barn in the end of the day
Grab a chair and a pen to write down something to say
I’m not sitting alone
Look at my friends come over here
And keep their kingdom
They walk as they never have single worry
There’s always in here something that set you free
They just don’t care about you all
Just eatin’, toddlin’, breathin’
and things are well done
Making a good life with the sun and the rain
Lovin’ the wet cold wind in an autumn Monday
You have a home, even a pool and you’re chillin’ as your mood
You give a damned fuck away to this shitbag of fools
You are the Ducky Blinders no one mess up with you under the moon !
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6. |
Tarred And Feathered
04:28
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Nowadays you have to joinin’ all the time
I’d love replace that by meeting you at the pub in town
I’m sorry, don’t understand what’s going here
Maybe I have found, you could make it you all
I can be tarred and feathered, on my own
I know I screw up sometimes, and all alone
Feel guilty about that ‘cause I know it hurts to the bones
But I wanna live this time, and make it real
I want to touch the truth, with you here
I’m an ass, I’m a fool, I’m lost in my dreams
I deserve to be tarred and feathered, and I will
Someone is living a blank here
I want to hear, to talk, to know, to have something to read
I will never let you down, have no fear
I love it mad, I love it real, I love it cool, I love to feel
I must be tarred and feathered, now and here !
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7. |
Smokey Bars
06:25
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Sit alone with my cigar
No one gaze no one smile
My beer’s hot my lunch ain’t fine
Play for the world so, so blind
Feel the space so empty
Drench my notes bravely
Play with tunes as the master
Who cried at the corner of the band
Boring ones only heard
Don’t talk don’t share
Listen few songs in a way
Seems to be like a cold ashtray
Only one soul at each time
Please my fingers and please my mind
World isn’t lost you have to find
Things that make you a better man
Smokey bar with strange smell
Try my notes like a bluesmen
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8. |
Lost Shoes
03:58
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Did I really see what I’ve seen ?
My head blows up one more time
What’s the fuck is going here ?
Kaleidoscope in my eyes
Is your life so, so boring ?
Or a bad joke with your guys ?
Take few seconds about it…
Why did you throw it out the car ?
It’s like four paws in the sky
Lost shoe across the line
Toasted bread jumpin’ outside
The funny things from simple minds
What can I do for you now ?
Between the wheels, where you died
You stole a smile for one last time
A lost thing we’ll never find
As a gift from Agent Cooper
Crazy time that you should take
Black clouds on your shoulders
It will help you to forget
It’s like glove that Serguei threw
Only left hand will be with you
Do you have the right to make it through ?
Thanks for the laugh you make me do
Fuck man, what’s the trick ?
That’s weirdest sense of humor !
I’d love to met you at the picnic
Wait impatiently on your answer
It’s like four paws in the sky
Lost shoe across the line
Toasted bread jumpin’ outside
The funny things from simple minds
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9. |
Cookie Box
03:43
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You drank a lot of beer
When you built cookie box
This is an home-made shit
That wake up the Devil
Last time you gave it to me
To make a Rock N’ Roll
Today I make it scream
And riff it in a song
Say my name
More sound more gain
Kill your day
Now blow away
If that good cookie box can make you burn
So we’ll drink to death to the sweet mornin’ sun
You can dance with a gun
To the sweet mornin’ sun
Next time I will drive free
On the way to your home
I’ll come to party hard
Fill up my tank with bottles
Tell some stupid stories
‘Bout your claws and my horns
We will be deaf, stoned, drunk
To the dead, even more
Say my name
Just go insane
Take your day
Now blow away
If that good cookie box can make your body run
So we will celebrate to the sweet mornin’ sun
When our heads split and burn
To the sweet mornin’ sun
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10. |
Bay Horse
05:10
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Today her heart is about blowin’
I can see as her face
She can’t stand anymore holdin’
Just one thing, fly away
There’s just be a good time
Just one thing in your mind
You find peace in the leaves
Little cracks from the woods
Little bird goes with the wind
And your skin stroked by the sun
When you sit on his back
With your smile and your hat
Just a little more sadness
When you drop out the reins
You will come back and love him
As you do every day
I know you have to wait
Freedom for a day
You’re pushing through the air
With your bay horse away
There’s a glint in your eyes
There’s a love in your mouth
No one could steal your smile
As longer as I am
No one could steal your smile
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