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Big City Life
02:35
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I'll trade my dog for a horse
I'll trade my soul for an airplane ticket
I'll buy a new set of clothes
I'll leave my woman, she's kind of wicked
Big city life, now here I come
Big city dreams, I’ll have me some
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2. |
Questions
03:50
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Which one of her skins will she
wear tonight?
What sort of mighty beast is she
going to ride?
What will it be?
what will I see?
how could I know?
how could I know?
what will she tie in her hair this time
silk, or steel?
will she have flowers or wings or horns
to conceal?
what will it be?
what will I see?
how could I know?
how could I know?
what kind of bridges and how many
did she burn?
what was the price that she had to pay
to return?
how could I know?
how could I know?
how could I know?
how could I know?
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4. |
Things
04:13
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I'll go and find me a riot
they're the best thing this time of year
I'll join the one with the coolest rhymes
I'll spend all of my money
on things I never knew I would need
false hope and foolproof pickup lines
I maybe lost but tell me who is found
I maybe lost but tell me who is found
(this sounds a bit stupid, I may think of something completely different for a chorus)
someone's just killed my wizard
friend, and all his tricks along with him
there is no market for this old trade
I'm gonna write me a letter
or a tweet and let them people know:
you know, to be free is to be afraid
I maybe lost but tell me who is found
I maybe lost but tell me who is found
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5. |
Sometimes
02:32
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laughing in the face
laughing in the face of tyrants
standing in the line
standing in the line with others
while the others fight
while the others fight like demons
hiding in a hole
hiding in a hole from the weather
sometimes we do
sometimes we don't
sometimes we will and
sometimes we won't
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6. |
Stories
04:51
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She's into all things new
she's into sniffing glue
she's into throwing stones
she's into breaking bones
I heard stories
but I never cared
never cared
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7. |
This Ship
03:25
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We're out of stories we're out of dreams
and i can tell you no doubt
It's been so long since the last proper war
or plague that is worth talking about
I love this ship but she is lost at sea
there's no wind, and one's gonna rescue me
I sold beads to the natives and
I sold black powder and balls
I took my leave, then the soldiers came
And boom, there go their souls
I love this ship she is lost at sea
there's no wind, and one's gonna rescue me
We can have and meat any day we like
And we've got water and gold
But any day now, we shall run out
That is what I've been told
I love this ship she is lost at sea
there's no wind, and one's gonna rescue me
we're all rowing but it's far too late
call it what you will, don't call it fate
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8. |
Dancing Shoes
03:52
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there are gods and
there are people
some are evil
some are dumb
there is no doubt
I can tell you
they all know how
this world should be run
grow a brand new pair of wings
and hope there's a place to fly
then put on your dancing shoes
and sing nay nay nana nay
Well, the cheap seats
and the good ones
in the front row
will burn with the same
flames
well the hardwood
and the cardboard
keeps the earth out
only for a while
grow a brand new pair of wings
and hope there's a place to fly
or put on your dancing shoes
and sing nay nay nana nay
the little boxes
on the hillside
and ones on the shore
will burn
all the horses
and their riders
in the end they'll
have nowhere to turn
grow a brand new pair of wings
and hope there's a place to fly
or put on your dancing shoes
and sign nay nay na nay
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9. |
Thanks for Asking
05:00
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How is your day so far?
Good sir, that's all he would say
How has your life turned out?
How do your plans look today?
Thanks for asking, my plans, well
they don't scare me as they once did
scare me as they once did
scare me as they once did
And how about the dreams that you
nurtured and held oh so dear?
And all those great adventures
Those ships you wanted to steer?
Thanks for asking, the dreams, well, I
laid them to rest a long time ago,
they no longer bother me
no longer bother me
And all the hopes you so
Carefully sheltered from all?
How about the goals that you
thought all your life you would score?
Well, my hopes they are still fine, and
I'm not afraid of them anymore
afraid of them anymore
afraid of them anymore
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10. |
Whisper
02:48
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whisper to me one more time
tell me I'm the the one you love
tell me when will you be mine
Whisper to me one more time
baby I am feeling low
I am feeling low
I love you babe I swear I do
I'll be all you that want you want me to
But most of all I love my dreams
They are real, or so it seems
baby I am feeling low
I am feeling low
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11. |
A Bag of Dirt
04:14
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Daddy came home
he was on his own
wearing another man's shirt
it looked alright
apart from the holes
how they got there, no one knows
how they got there, no one knows
how they got there, no one knows
daddy came home, he had
a bag in his hand
it smelled like rain, it smelled like death
a bag full of dirt,
and the holes on the shirt
no one knows how they got there
no one knows how they got there
no one knows how they got there
Daddy came home,
and then he was gone again
he left us the shirt with the holes
the bag of dirt
he took with him
where they are now, no one knows
where they are now, no one knows
where they are now, no one knows
when he gets home no one knows,
if he gets home no one knows
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Frozen Steak Budapest, Hungary
Laszlo Borza Borzash - guitars, vocals, bass, keyboards, words
Adam Demeter Adam - drums, percussion, bass, keyboards, recording&production
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