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Trashtown
03:21
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Welcome to trashtown
This is my trashtown
I found my home here
But lost my head
People on car seats
Drinking their whiskey
The dogs are barking
They bark at me
I told my mama
I’ll never marry
I only wanted
Play hide and seek
Wait a bit longer
A little longer
The phone will ring
daddy will come
Days are numbered
Days are numbered
And everybody
Is counting down
The smell of tires
The piles of garbage
It’s such a wasteland
It really stinks
Kids in the street
Throw stones and cuss
words
When a bit older
They’ll steal your things
Everything rusty
Everything crumbled
Welcome to Trashtown
Welcome to Trashtown
What to do?
I don’t know…
What to do?
I don’t know..
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Hard Working Time
02:43
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Load the van
Drive to town
Swing the hammer
Til sundown
Rain or shine
Climb on roofs
Up and down
‘til we’re through
Wipe the counters
Mop the floor
Scrub away stains
On all fours
Shovel horse shit
Move the hay
Fix the barn door
Break my back all day
Hard workin’ time….
Mix the putty
Patch the holes
Paint the primer
2 more coats
Wait the tables
load the tray
today’s special’s
on its way
may I help you?
may I help you?
Work your ass off
For a dime
Take a break
Then back in line for more….
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3. |
Gotta Go
02:16
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I don’t mind not to find all the answers for all questions
I don’t care for the rules all the fools are living by
Roll of dice, don’t think twice, hit the road and swallow miles
You keep yours and I keep mine, leave whatever mess behind
Keep your jobs, keep your crooks, keep your goddamn bag of tricks
Forget bills, daily drills, and forget about you too
I Gotta go, I’m bustin’ out, get my rest, catch my breath
Wanna lay down by the river and forget is Monday, Tuesday…
I don’t mind if I’m blind to the meaning of it all
I don’t care, won’t be there, not a soul can tie me down
Let me go, let me be, and I’ll finally be free
Of your games, of your stress, of your bullshit and your mess
I don’t need your damn speed and I don’t need all this stuff
Take the house, take the car, I will travel light and far
I don’t care for this ride, get off this merry-go-round
Gonna lay down by the river and forget is Monday, Tuesday…
I Gotta go
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Had it Coming
03:12
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For every million people,
Who would deserve a lashing
There’s always that one guy
Who comes crackin’ the whip
People crave for discipline
They all need shapin’ up
They deserve a lesson and
had it coming
had it coming
had it coming
People crave for discipline
Or they feel confused
They do deserve a lesson and
had it coming
had it coming
had it coming
……hm hm hmm..
and because of you
I will lose my freedom
Just because of you
I will lose my freedom
In every big city,
In need of a leader
There’s always that one guy
Who’s ready to rule
People crave for order
There is fear in the streets
They’re asking martial law and they
Have it coming
Have it coming
Have it coming
People crave for a strong guide
Or they feel forsaken
They deserve a short leash and they
had it coming
had it coming
had it coming
……hm hmh mm
and because of you
I will lose my freedom
Just because of you
I will lose my freedom
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Stranger's Blues
02:42
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I'm a stranger here
And I just moved into your town
I'm a stranger here
And I just moved into your town
Because I'm a stranger
Everybody's doggin' me around
Doggin' me around
Sometimes I wonder why they treat a stranger so
Yes sir, sometimes I wonder why they treat a stranger so
They all should remember that they're
They're gonna reap just what they sow
Just what they sow
Sometimes I wonder do my baby know I'm here
Sometimes I wonder do my baby know I'm here
You know that she do
My baby don't really care
Well, I'm goin' down south if I wear out 99 pair of shoes
Well, I'm goin' down south if I wear out 99 pair of shoes
You know I will be welcome, I won't have these stranger blues
These stranger blues
Well, the train stopped here cause the tracks are out of line
Well, the train stopped here cause the tracks are out of line
I'm gonna pack my bags
I'm gonna move on down that line
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Lullaby
03:23
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Mama holds the baby
Mama sings a lullaby
Butterflies and green fields
Fairy tales, mountains and skies
Mama wants you well
Devil’s got your hell
Hang on little darling
And get out of this place
Lucky counts his blessings
Happy laughs away
Angry screamed for nothing
Crazy lost count of days
The fool picked up the pieces
The fool walked out of town
He went to hide his treasure
Which will never be found
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The Mayor's Son
02:37
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The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
With a cannon on the top
And a trigger by the steering wheel
The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
And he can drive it whenever he pleases
And he can park it all over the place
If a policeman goes to fine him (and if a cop walks up to fine him)
He says: “You’re fired!” – then pulls the trigger and
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
Concrete crumbles under the wheels
No need for licence plate
A Panzer tank’s got the right of way
There’s no speed limit for the mayor’s son
He can run over whatever he wants
If anybody stands on his way
Son of a bitch just pulls the trigger and
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
The mayor’s son drives a Panzer tank
Sidewalks are his favourite lanes
Crossroads are his battleground
No stop sign and no traffic light
He can decide what’s red and what’s green
His daddy covers up every wrong turn
People look down, just pretend not to see
Could pull the trigger and set the whole town on...
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Fire! Fire!
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44
02:40
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I wore my .44 so long, I've made my shoulder sore.
I wore my .44 so long, I done made my shoulder sore.
Well, I'm wondrin everybody, where'd my baby go.
Well, I'm so mad this mornin, I don't know where in the world to go.
Well, I'm so mad this mornin, I don't know where in the world to go.
Well, I'm lookin for me some money, pawned gun to have some gold.
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9. |
Mad Ride
02:56
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It’s the road
after the first rain
Oily surface
Can slide down
It’s like tree roots
Breaking asphalt
Go too fast
Stumble down
Like a curve
That is not holding
There’s not traction
Tires are bald
It’s a hell of
frozen brakes
choking engine
smoking mess
Mad mad ride
Dangerous
Mad mad ride…
It’s like spinning
in the gravel
It’s like rushing
down the hill
it’s like wheelin’
on the freeway
with the clutch
that’s giving in
Mad mad ride…
Swerve and break
Speed at the curve…
It’s a hell of
screachin’ tires
choking engine
smoking mess
Pedal to the metal
Keep riding on
Swerve and break
Speed at the curve…
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Wigdance
02:52
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Bitch
02:31
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12. |
What
03:59
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What is law
In the heart of war
What is rage
In an ocean of fear
What is crazy
where no one is sane
what is sorry
where there is no shame
what’s the price
when you lose and there’s no game
what’s the question
when there’s no more answers
what’s the trick
when you’re fooled and there’s no magic
what’s the last veil
right before you’re naked
what is promise
from the mouth of lies
what is change
where there is no will
what is rhythm
where there’s only speed
what is hunger
in the land of waste
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This Jail
06:11
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The secret got naked
The flamed burned the shell
3 words said it all
my eyes saw it well
I’ve chosen my home
I fit in this shell
I call it my heaven
I make it my hell …my hell
I’ve got no key
Not even a door
I’ve lost my tomorrow
Right inside this jail
I gambled my life
I stumbled and fell
Now face to the wall
I rest in this jail…this jail
I hunted and chased
Was wild and free
I ran and I ran
And now I am still
Some thoughts are bending
Inside my head
Pictures I carve
On the wall of this shell
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Dirty Trainload Bari, Italy
We play the blues the way we want and feel to: it’s all about Blues and Anarchy. The line-up features the multi-
instrumentalist and singer Livia Monteleone and the drummer Balzano; I'm Bob Cillo, I play guitar, sing and manage rhythm loops.
We refuse to be called an "emerging band": we are a definitely submerged band.
We are in it only to deliver an unsolicited trainload of dissident blues!
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