1. |
Night Tripper
01:59
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She was dancing like a fascist
At Il Muro in Milan
when her sister sat beside me
with a clutch bag and a plan.
It involved two one-way tickets
to a destination known.
She produced a B.A brochure
with directions to my home.
She said “I’m Inna and I’m pleased to meet you.
I’m up for anything that you’re into.”
Fly me – night tripper.
She was surfing like a sex case
in the way they do for fun.
On the door they search for weapons.
If you’re clean they’ll give you one.
As fruit came on a platter, she identified her needs.
She had visions of free passage
to a job lined up in Leeds.
She came on a train
All the way from the Ukraine
Fly me – night tripper.
I was laughing like a hooker.
On my knee red nails were drumming.
I could see she was a looker
by the way she saw me coming.
She said, “You drive me crazy.”
So, we went out to her car
where she kept a Rickenbacker.
She could play like Johnny Marr.
She had a way that I thought was groovy.
She should have been in a Fellini movie.
Fly me – night tripper
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2. |
Fender Car Disaster
03:08
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Todas Santos
Mexico 1
She jumped a red
Our day was done
Take a broken beetle
Put it up on a drum
Let all the people
See the dead and dumb
I laughed at life
Thought it was funny
You came along
and killed me, honey
with sex and drags
and wreck and roll
You sent me early
unto my hole – eternal soul
Chorus
I kept a date with a girl called death
Cos, I believe she’s the one I’m after
I’m bound for glory cos she played my song
In a crash fender car-disaster
She’s waiting at
Necropolis City
with deathly pallor
but still as pretty
A million moons
and suns have shined
We found forever
Is a long time
If I could go on
back to living
I wouldn’t go
even for women
With sleepless nights
and working days
Plus, all those women
they'll be on their way
They’re coming here anyway….
Chorus
Maybe the next one… (ad lib)
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3. |
You Give Me Nothing
02:22
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All I want
Is me
All I’m needing, baby
Is a little bit of let me be
Cos all I see
is you
Like a same old brand-new day that I got used to
And you give me nothing
Yeah you give me nothing
I’m getting over all your underhand
Baby don’t you understand
that you give me nothing
How can I want
what I got?
When what I got
Is a whole lotta not a lot
I’m in no doubt
that I’m not absolutely sure
It’s gotten to a point where I just don’t know me no more
And you give me nothing
Yeah you give me nothing
I’m going under with your overkill
Babe I ‘aint gonna wait until
You give me nothing
I’m all rhyme but I’m out of reasons
Got a change of heart like a million seasons
I’m out of time, baby, baby time and time again
And again and again and again and again and again…
And you give me nothing
You give me nothing
I’m gonna dance with the cows till you come home
Then it’s no man's land I roam
Cos you give me nothing
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4. |
Girl With a Gretsch
02:14
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Well… Lucifer and Jesus took the night off
and wound up at the 12 Bar down on old Denmark Street.
They put money on the counter, said, ‘hey make the music louder,
There’s girl up on that bandstand we’re both dying to meet.’
Standing tall and pale beneath a dim blue light
was a girl behind a black veil with a Gretsch guitar
Her songs were torn and broken, her delivery gin soaken.
And after every tune she dragged a Cuban cigar.
Well J.C said to Louis ‘Get the hell on out my face!
Dad knows I saw her first, so you be gettin’ off her case.’
Lucifer went barmy, so he raised his evil army.
Holy war ensued and laid the universe to waste.
But in the end, it all came down to just them two,
Still a kickin’ and a gougin’ in that Soho joint.
Jesus fell defeated but he pulled a blade and cheated.
Then knew that devil ragged to accelerate his point.
From Lucifer’s red belly was a hellcat spawned.
after six hundred and sixty-six long days stood and fell.
She lit up that big cigar; hit a chord on that old guitar
then pulled a thirty-eight and blew both daddies all to hell.
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5. |
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There was a man who made films in Japan
Until his number was up and he got canned by ‘the man’
Cast out like a Tokyo drifter
Quelled his pain with sake and his sorrow with bifta
Love and napalm were the raves of the day
As the Right picket the Budokan
Nikkatsu blamed it, as they fell by the way,
on the madness of Suzuki Seijun
For a decade he wandered corporate halls
Branded to Kill precipitated his fall
There is much to fear from the visionary mind
He won his case, but he had to leave those visions behind
Love and napalm were the raves of the day
As the Right picket the Budokan
Nikkatsu blamed it as they fell by the way,
on the madness of Suzuki Seijun
Bridge
The beast of youth had roared
And scored one for the kids for the first time
So, Jo Shishido rang and told him he was really out of line
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6. |
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I was wishing on a star on Venus
when a space dog came and said he knew my name.
Not me dog, I explained, that all us Earth boys look the same.
He was looking for a piece of vengeance
for the test flight death of his sister Laika
He don’t care about space programs, progress or perestroika.
Chorus
Do you remember the future, baby?
Where do you think yesterday came from?
Do you remember the future, baby?
All those tomorrows been and gone.
Do you remember the future, baby?
I wanna ban the whale, I wanna save the bomb!
Skywalking all the way to Memphis
when a climate change came with Hurricane Elvis
Bladerunning from a past that haunts me
Future fear ‘aint got nothing on this
You come looking for a retro vibe
but if I were you, I’d just keep on walking
I can’t hear my rock n roll for the sound of money talking
Chorus
I flipped to another dimension
for a ringside seat at the new renaissance
All the roads had nowhere signs to nowhere lands
but with better restaurants
The future’s brighter on the other side?
It’s about time we nailed that misnomer
Time ‘aint what it used to be
But don’t it fly when you’re in a coma?
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7. |
LV Hookers
02:10
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Me and Champagne Tony at the bar of the Hotel Mirage
(L.V - L.V hookers)
drinking Alexander’s and basically giving it large
(L.V - L.V hookers)
The devil got inside and said, “You could really use a massage.”
(L.V - L.V hookers)
One was a giant and the other didn’t have any shoes
(L.V - L.V hookers)
One loved Usher but she really hated Rhythm and Blues
(L.V - L.V hookers)
They both had a story, but they really didn’t got any news
(L.V - L.V hookers)
We took a leather elevator to the top of the Hard Rock Hotel
(L.V - L.V hookers)
Tipped the concierge, he was a Texan by the name of Patel
(L.V - L.V hookers)
They’d never done a limey – goes to show that you never can tell
(L.V - L.V hookers)
They were sugar-spun, silicon, Oregon girls off the block
(L.V - L.V hookers)
Tony’s was a looker, but she couldn’t keep her eye off the clock
(L.V - L.V hookers)
I left a crime scene in the bathroom – I guess the maid’s gonna be in for a shock
(L.V - L.V hookers)
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8. |
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Hello, I’m calling for assistance
Somebody help me please
I saw your number in the Citizen
So put my mind at ease
Madame Jane takes the phone calls
Where it all goes down.
Today It’s all northern city girls
all from out of town.
Excuse me sir where can I cruise it?
Excuse me sir where can I choose it?
Excuse me sir where can I bruise it?
Excuse me sir where can I lose it?
Probably North 10th St. (x4)
Madame Jane said to Sugar,
‘Sugar it’s time to go.
So let me fix your hair for you, baby
before you wash and blow.’
I join the queue in the stairwell
where they keep the mops.
The man in front was on a lunch break
and all the rest were cops.
Excuse me sire where can I cruise it?
Excuse me sire where can I choose it?
Excuse me sir where can I bruise it?
Excuse me sire where can I lose it?
Probably North 10th St. (x4)
Are you ready for correction?
A shakedown if you will.
On silver walls where Madonna hung
they’ve got time to kill.
Sugar vibed vacant.
Madame Jane vibed queen.
You’ve never seen anything like it
In Central Milton Keynes
Excuse me sir where can I cruise it?
Excuse me sir where can I choose it?
Excuse me sir where can I bruise it?
Excuse me sir where can I lose it?
Probably North 10th St. (x4)
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9. |
TV Times
02:27
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David Fisher met a hitcher as he drove a body home
Subject to a crack attack
He was gay and on his own
He drank gasoline and sucked a gun
and how we prayed that he’d get out alive.
Six Feet Under makes you think when everybody dies in season five
Moltisanti was a wise guy who was with the N.J crew
His girl got mixed up with the Feds
He asked Tony what to do
They took her for a ride
God only knew what she knows
Moltisanti bought it too - in season six of The Sopranos
Shane went out like Hitler when he Magna’d his kin
He was a good old boy from way down south until he fell in
with Mackey and his strike team
His T’s we’re crossed, his fate was sealed
Shane went out like Hitler in the seventh season of The Shield
Give me T.V times
and fictional crimes,
dramatic irony and all those non-existent lives
Who needs a life when you've got Sky?
Who really needs what’s really real?
Give me T.V times
so I don’t have to really feel
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10. |
Any Dope Can Pull a Gun
02:11
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They call him Automatic Jack, but his real name is Cyril
Walks like a killer but he runs like a squirrel
Gives it like a Thompson and you can't stop him yakkin’
Only got his balls for the pistol he be packin’
But…
Any dope can pull a gun.
just so long as they got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
Wayne ‘Trigger’ King was a legendary farce
Had to leave the smoke ‘cos his dad was a grass
Came into the room for some Rizla and baccy
Beretta down in the back of his trackie’s
But…
Any dope can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
To have or to hold? But you should be asking what?!
When you pick up a piece, you deserve to get shot.
Rapper, cop, soldier, gangster or thief?
No one gives a damn whether you got a beef.
Cos…
Any dope can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
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11. |
Crack, Baby
04:49
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You wanna do crack, baby?
Well that ‘aint for me
Put your pipe back baby
and let the bi carb be.
You wanna feed your head?
You’re gonna blow your mind
But if you do crack, baby
you’re gonna leave me cryin’
You call it medication
I call it losin’ time
A mis-education
It’s where I draw the line
You know I like to blaze
and I love to toke.
But when you do crack, baby
It’s just a waste of coke
Don’t call me, baby
Don’t text me when
it’s the midnight hour
You’re on the rock again
When the sun comes up
and the hour falls
When you do crack, baby
you don’t wanna ball
You wanna do crack, baby
You wanna do crack, baby
You wanna do crack, baby
You wanna do crack, baby
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12. |
Cheers For the Tears
02:43
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