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Townee From The West
02:11
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Allow me
To introduce myself
I’m a townee
From the west
I have a job
From midnight to four
Every day and all night long
I pay the rent
Every month
And all the taxes
That you want
But my troubles
Don’t fly away
Please, come and give us a hand, instead!
I hope they leave me in peace
Now that I can’t take a breathe
And the things which are so dear to me
Wait and see how It will be
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2. |
Failure To Heart
03:19
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He just sat on that
Old orange armchair and
Looked off into space
No more melancholy verses
He took to living at home
Spending hours looking up
At the sky, and no more
Melancholy songs
He failed family and friends
And took his failure to heart
He didn’t want to try again
And doomed himself to disappear
The day before of setting off
It doesn’t seem so long ago
He hadn’t been so wild
Since he was a child
Mum called the doctor and
The doctor came at dawn
Any breathe from your son
He’s left and hour ago
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3. |
Spain Is Pain
02:56
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Spain is pain
And it’s not an unjustified complaint
Spain is pain
And I wish it were not so!
I can’t make up my mind about her
She leaves things in a mess
No spanish bombs, no castles in Spain
Spain is definitively pain
Spain is different
And it’s not an unjustified complaint
Spain is different
And I wish it were not so!
She looks like a house in need
Of painting, a damned waiting
The recommendation to mercy
In the midst of plenty
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4. |
Welcome To The Day After
02:27
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Welcome to the day after
Even you put your hands on the plaster
Thanks for the daily pain blister
Revolution is coming
Friendly and lovely is coming... till the end
Marcuse has died in love
And Dylan will follow shortly
Thanks for the answers in the wind
Revolution is coming,
Friendly and lovely is coming... till the end
Will you count it
Against me if
I take the credit?
Will you count it
Against me if
I take the success?
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5. |
Song For A Picture
03:23
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What loads my hands down
From my mind´s back door
To my heart dismay?
Her cold boney face
Sitting on the ground
A cardigan in case
When she said now
The wind is blowing
All we shared away
Her wine-stained lips
Whatever sound
Whatever sound
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6. |
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I turned my face to back
Expecting to find some drugs
The dealer came just as he said
With a brand new car, with no drugs
Hey man!, from today onwards
You´d try to get another stuff
I leave this shit I want a new life
I walked alone the main street
Praying and searching a trip
But nobody has anything
There´s no morphine and no pills
And the time was passing by
While the snow wrapped the ground
And there was no cure for my wound
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Here is the scene
He is on the plane
With everybody else
Everybody’s there but me
You have to fly to be a bird
You have to fly to be a bird
Here’s the scene again
You and me on the plane
With everybody else
Everybody’s there
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8. |
Unexpected End
03:50
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You walked out
Never to return
It was and enduring
And unexpected end
For a love which were
On the edge
The last day of december nineteen seventy-eight
Revenge of love I used to say... with a happy end
And you wave goobye just as I thought just as I knew
The last day of december nineteen eighty-two
Why do you try to send me pieces of love I couldn´t use?
Why do you want to know if there will be a trial after the proof?
With next one
Was almost the same
Kisses the first two months
Next two completely alone
I wish it had been
Not so!
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9. |
For Some Crazy Reason
03:23
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I had a dream
Trees, bees, leaves, birds and beans
A little bit
Of me goes with the wind and see
Against myself, against him
The tide is carrying me far away from here
The dream belongs to me
And I’m really getting blind and deaf
The things could think
If they could have a little piece
Of fear, but they don’t think
Because it’s difficult to believe... to dream
There’s a pain inside myself
How could I speak with her?
How could I wave goodbye?
If my favourite girl...
Is still dressed in grey
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10. |
After The First Sin
05:03
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I told a lie to the priest
When I confessed my sins
It was very jolly for me
Even I tried not to seem to keen
From my blameless point of view
It was nothing but an excuse
To turn the knife in the wound
To life anyhow, win or lose
When I fell into sin again
It was "Talkin’bout New York"
I was almost fifteen
Years jumbled together, anyhow
Judgement, they promised, is upon us
The end of the world is at hand
Even I confessed my blasphemies
My fights and all my sins
There’re millions of liers
What’s one more or less?
That’s the kind of things I mean
When I talk about my sins
There’s no need to be sorry for me
Even I show signs of wear
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Music on the car radio and the endless miles
Grey clothes, pissing my pants, laughing too hard
I love the way she hands things to me smiling
The ways she has turned my life into Disneyland
The person I was, the singer I was only two years ago
The kind of stuff that was central then to my life
Seems to be just trendy postcards, a tray of ice-cubes
A nice ego trip, bad weather, ex-lovers saying "mine"
Life its a vow that frightens so bad as it deepens
And when you love you feel your organs outside
Wearing our difference like streamers or leaves
We know the future has changed, that little dark tide
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