1. |
Days Of Carefree Living
03:26
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You’re sitting in a prison cell
You went to school then you went hell
In the distance you can hear the church bells
You’ve got a story you won’t dare tell
And you pine for the days of carefree living
And you’re on your hands and knees begging to be forgiven
You had a boatload of cash
But that was dreaming about the past
Your fancy cars and your sprawling ranch
Went up in flames in a flash
And you pine for the days of carefree living
And you’re on your hands and knees begging to be forgiven
Red Lorraine she’s got it in for me
Red Lorraine she’s got it in for me
You’re laying here on a cold damp floor
You hear a knock on the prison door
The warden says in his nicotine breath
You got a pardon from the president
And you pine for the days of carefree living
And you’re on your hands and knees begging to be forgiven
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2. |
Dirty Money
03:33
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You can put it in a hole hide it in a wall
Keep it in a vault inside the savings and loan
Try to keep it clean in a washer machine
Invest on an island in the Caribbean
Dirty money, dirty money
Dirty money, dirty money
And your never gonna let it go
And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers
Hold it in a briefcase on a midnight flight
Underneath the floorboards so far out of sight
Camera in your bow tie like its spy vs spy
The KGB the CIA the FBI
Dirty money, dirty money
Dirty money, dirty money
And your never gonna let it go
And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers
You got conspiracy theories and shell companies
Shady lawyers forgers and phony I.D.S
You got dossiers to blackmail wire in the weeds
Cameras in the bedroom blindfolds in the trees
You can put it in a hole hide it in a wall
Keep it in a vault inside the savings and loan
Try to keep it clean in a washer machine
Invest on an island in the Caribbean
Dirty money, dirty money
Dirty money, dirty money
And your never gonna let it go
And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers
Hold it in a briefcase on a midnight flight
Underneath the floorboards so far out of sight
Camera in your bow tie like its spy vs spy
The KGB the CIA the FBI
Dirty money, dirty money
Dirty money, dirty money
And your never gonna let it go
And your never gonna let it slip through your fingers
You got conspiracy theories and shell companies
Shady lawyers forgers and phony I.D.S
You got dossiers to blackmail wire in the weeds
Cameras in the bedroom blindfolds in the trees
Dirty money, dirty money
Dirty money, dirty money
And your never gonna let it go
And your never gonna let slip through your fingers
And your never gonna let it go
And your never gonna let slip through your fingers
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3. |
Platinum Girl
03:20
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Platinum girl with her face in a magazine
Platinum girl with her eyes on the trendiest scene
And you think that she’s over here
But she’s over there with her rented stare
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
It’s a platinum world of lipstick red
And glittering eyes
It’s a platinum world of pink champagne
And crooked smiles
And you think that she’s over here
But she’s over there with her rented stare
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
She runs with paper clowns blank checks and techno sounds
She spins around and then comes back again
She has so many friends she flirts with all the men
She spins around then comes back again
Platinum girl with her nose in the Sunday times
Platinum girl chamomile tea under neon signs
And you think that she’s over here
But she’s over there with her rented stare
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
She’s a platinum girl in a platinum world
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She looks like a girl from outer space
She looks like a girl from outer space
With green hair in her eyes
And static in her smile
And I can’t understand a word she says
And she looks like a girl from outer space
She looks like a girl from outer space
She has such an interesting face
There’s a sparkle in her eye
When she reaches to the sky
And I can’t comprehend her funny ways
She looks like a girl from outer space
Nobody knows who she is
Where she comes from and where she’s been
Nobody knows who she is
And where she’s going to
With green hair in her eyes
And static in her smile
And I can’t understand a word she says
And she looks like a girl from outer space
She looks like a girl from outer space
She looks like a girl from outer space
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5. |
Stranger On A Train
03:48
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Take me back to the lost and found I wanna go home
I’m stranded here in Camden town and I wanna go home
I started at the prince of wales then I stumbled down the Hampstead trail
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a train
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a
Stranger on a train
I bought a ticket and headed for the land of the rolling stones
My 6-string in a paper bag and a pocket full of poems
I made it up to Richmond, ha, but I lost my way in Regents Park
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a train
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a
Stranger on a train
Get on the tube I know not where I’m trying to find Trafalgar square
Buskers here and buskers there, buskers, buskers everywhere
I’m looking for a pub rock place but they’re playing techno and drum and bass
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a train
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a train
Feel like a stranger on a train
A stranger on a
Stranger on a train
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I walk in the shadows of another night
Awash in the glow of the blue light
The sidewalks are sleeping
The windows are closed
No one is speaking and nobody knows
I live in the static of the times
I wait for the coming of the next alibi
I hear a whisper it’s music to my ears
Disguised by the sorrow and blinded by the tears
As I stroll through the night
As I stroll through the night
I hear the voice of a stranger
Calling out I turn around to see
I fear the worst is coming
And feel myself falling
A curse that is warning and taking over me
As I stroll through the night
As I stroll through the night
The sidewalks are sleeping
The windows are closed
No one is speaking and nobody knows
As I stroll through the night
As I stroll through the night
As I stroll through the night
As I stroll through the night
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7. |
A Happy Man
03:25
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He was such a happy man
A book of matches and a fresh cigar
A glass of brandy in his hand
He was such a happy man
He was such a happy man
Drapes his self upon a favorite chair
Blows smoke rings in the air
He was such a happy man
I don’t mind I don’t mind
The old man sings his winter song
I don’t mind I don’t mind
The old man sighs and carries on
He was such a happy man
Serenades the people on the bridge
Waves approval with his hand
He was such a happy man
He was such a happy man
Spies upon the laughing lunatic
Who hears voices in his head
Sees the devil has a plan
I don’t mind I don’t mind
The old man sings his winter song
I don’t mind I don’t mind
The old man sighs and carries on
He was such a happy man
He hears the music of a Baltic waltz
He buys a round for the band
He was such a happy man
He was such a happy man
Spreads the saw dust on the wooden floor
Bar maid standing by the door
He was such a happy man
I don’t mind I don’t mind
The old man sings his winter song
I don’t mind I don’t mind
The old man sighs and carries on
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8. |
On Portobello Road
02:54
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I’ve been walking around on Portobello Road
Looking for someone that wasn’t bought or sold
There’s music in the air
Music in the streets music everywhere
Sounds like the Mersey beat
I’m feeling like a kid when I hear these songs
It takes me back to where I belong
On Portobello Road
Well I’m window shopping
At a souvenir store
Buskers on the sidewalk
Tip jar on the floor
I been ravaging the neighborhood
With some old friends of mine
We’re running from the past
We’re running out of time
Another pint of bitter
Another twist of lime
Another distant memory a verse of “Auld Lang Syne”
On Portobello Road
On Portobello Road everything you want is there
On Portobello Road everything you want is there
On Portobello Road everything you want is there
On Portobello Road
I been wasting my time
On Portobello Road
Looking for something that isn’t bought and sold
There’s panic at the disco panic in the streets
People wanna stay people wanna leave
So many underwater so many feel the heat
But people keep a walkin’ they’re dancing to the beat
On Portobello Road
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9. |
Coffin Song
02:39
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I’m sitting here talking to myself
I’m drinking beer toasting to my health
I’m sorry to say I’m feeling kind of gray
In a coffin built by murderers
A coffin built by murderers
I’m flailing away on the hit parade
With my borrowed guitar on an empty stage
I’m sorry to say I’m feeling out of place
In a coffin built by murderers
A coffin built by murderers
Wish I could be high up on a mountain top
Wish I could be on an open sea
Wish I can breathe the air inside of me
Wish I can see as far as I can see
I’m sitting here in a motel bar
Off I-95 with a map of the stars
I’m sorry to say that I’m running out of space
In a coffin built by murderers
A coffin built by murderers
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10. |
The Lime Café
02:52
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Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
It’s been so long I’ve been away
It’s been so long I’ve been away
I’m sitting in my lonely room
Examining these walls of gloom
Imprisoned in a tomb against my will
My mind was drifting yesterday
My mind was drifting yesterday
To a land so far away
To a land so far away
Put a red stripe in my hand
I yearn to hear that reggae band
On a summer night and breathe the northern air
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
Put a red stripe in my hand
I yearn to hear that reggae band
On a summer night and breathe the northern air
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
Take me where the guitars play
Take me where the guitars play
Destination solitaire and
Empty places everywhere
Cyberspace the only place to share
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
Take me to the Lime café
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11. |
In This Place
03:22
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There I was staring at the walls
Another midnight down at the falls
Cars break the silence racing down the road
The wind is kicking up a whispering moan
Baby I’m lonely thinking of you
I need a distraction what am I to do
Look up at the ceiling I can’t concentrate
I gaze in the mirror shaving my face
Well I look around
I don’t see no one
I don’t see nothing
In this place in this place in this place
Sidewalks are covered first fall of snow
Streets are deserted not even a soul
Moon’s in the distance it drops from the sky
The world’s in slow motion I ask myself why
Well I look around
I don’t see no one
I don’t see nothing
In this place
And I can’t be found
I must be somewhere
But I don’t see nothing
In this place
In this place
In this place
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12. |
It's Raining In Paris
03:06
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She’s on the telephone
Talking to her friend in New York
She’s wearing a Ramones t-shirt
She says that one day
She’ll be living in a beach house in St. Tropez
St. Tropez
But it’s raining in Paris it’s raining in Paris
It’s raining in Paris everyday
She’s on the avenue she’s pushing a baby carriage
She settles in the Café de Flor
She wants a darker tan
Just like on a Coppertone can
She wants to bake in the sun bake in the sun
But it’s raining in Paris it’s raining in Paris
It’s raining in Paris everyday
She looks out the window
It’s Saturday night
She looks out the window
Another Saturday night
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Rome 56 New York, New York
Rome 56 is vintage yet new. It is yellow and weathered yet crisp and fresh. It combines an old and new feel - almost as if refurbished. I can see Hunter S Thompson sitting front row at one of these shows.
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