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Intro
00:18
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2. |
I Wanna Be Your Man
03:11
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I wanna kiss your neck, I wanna feel your sweetish breath
I wanna smell our flowery soul, I won’t settle for less
Let us stroll through the dizzy morning
The greyish windows are yawning
Oh, I just wanna be your man
I just wanna be your man
I just wanna be your man
Oh baby bed your world
In palm of my hand
Cause I just wanna be your man
Your lively thoughts are waving in my home waters
Consistantly you throw my homeless mind a quarter
Your rhythmic eyes are precious
In these times so dark and vicious
Oh, I just wanna be your man
I just wanna be your man
I just wanna be your man
Oh baby bed your world
In palm of my hand
Cause I just wanna be your man
On the edge of town I did stumble upon dissolute holes
Nearly I repainted our painting with dingy cole
But you took my hand as I stood on the brink
Wrote me a letter with emerald ink
Oh, I just wanna be your man
I just wanna be your man
I just wanna be your man
Oh baby bed your world
In palm of my hand
Cause I just wanna be your man
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3. |
Daddy's Girl
03:35
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She’s in her mid-twentys but she says she’s eighteen a half
To bear the old Russian count out in his sinful desire
She got champagne skin and she moves like a dove
In her insular boarding school, she was much-admired
She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl
She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl
But she’s the loneliest girl in the world
She says it’s better to cry in a taxi, than in a subway train
She’s blackbiting about her toothless mother blabbing factoidal lies
With her brand new Birkin Bag, she never stood in the rain
And she got chop stick arms and pearly eyes
She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl
She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl
But she’s the loneliest girl in the world
You can’t change your fate with fortitude
But you can change your attitude
You can’t change your fate with fortitude
But you can change your attitude
She really doesn’t like to stand in line, but luckily she has the choice
She knows a guy, who knows a guy, who was the best friend of her Ex There are so many hands to be shaken, she explains with her tinny voice Her flashy necklace diverts you from her shaky legs
She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl
She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl
But she’s the loneliest girl in the world
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4. |
Scar Spangled Banner
03:30
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Oh, America the beautiful
America the beast
Tell me, where are you heading?
I’m waiting at that wide-meshed fence
Out of sight of your vibrant cities
Wondering what I’m getting
All those dark town riots
Will they ever be ceased?
Where do all the warm winds blow
That once I did excitedly breathe?
I felt your pulse and praised your crown
From Coney Island to Santa Ana
To get some rest, I’m lying down
Under your scar spangled banner
America, you bright modernist star
America, you slave
Of your surveillance and your expectations
Your underground shaped me with its freewheelin songs
And with its charming cool cat detectives
But the past doesn’t offer any salvation
I guess you are stumbling
And honestly so do I
The country music station is fading out
Under that violent South Carolina sky
I felt your pulse and praised your crown
From Coney Island to Santa Ana
To get some rest, I’m lying down
Under your scar spangled banner
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5. |
Burned Down Land
04:35
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The hard wind howls through dark museum halls
Where sick and headless statues stand
Where you realize there’s no sense in trying
And where the poet and the painter are condemned
The clown is crying in the unsettled night
Cracks purfle the windows of his trailer
Get outta here if you can
This is just a burned down land
Get outta here, get outta here
A biting light hangs on the edge of town
The sky is violent, the streets are empty
And someone is smoking my white maiden skin
The ancient books are burning in the desert sun
And healing became so senseless
That senselessness overshadows it all
Get outta here if you can
This is just a burned down land
Get outta here, get outta here
They burned Peyote and sold cheap pictures
Of the execution of the old and weak shaman
A girl with numb eyes and hazy lips
Offers dead and colorless flowers
And down on the lonesome crossroad
The officer hast lost his eyes
Get outta here if you can
This is just a burned down land
Get outta here, get outta here
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6. |
Goodfellas
04:26
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My name is Eddie di Maria and I cooked at the Copacabana some time ago.
In Brooklyn I grew up with Henry Hill in the same chaotic neighborhood.
Three nights a week the classy mobsters rushed through my kitchen for the show, I always sneaked a peak at Henry’s wife, while I prepared special Italian food.
The Tuxedo guys were chatting wildly in the wide wide ballroom,
While the waiter sets up a new table in front of the stage;
And the champagne rivers and the chandeliers didnt loom
The death rattle of this late latin diamont age.
Today I passed these pitiless steel gates
I was released after almost 2 years
I always dreamed the dreams of the United States
Today my hands are just filled with fear
„As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster“,
Henry always said, when we hung out next to the guys of the Lucchese family.
„Hey young fella, would ya sell these cigarettes for me, you little pranckster?“
He did agree and was upbeat, but I always chickend out, so cowardly.
I never entered these eternal circles as time passed by,
But Henry ran down his high-flying chosen route.
So I just kept preparing Canneloni and some apple pie,
Watching wistfully their countless women giggling so cute.
Today I passed these pitiless steel gates
I was released after almost 2 years
I always dreamed the dreams of the United States
Today my hands are just filled with fear
In the glorious week after the great JFK airport robbery
Fur coats and diamond watches sailed through the cocaine filled air Jimmy Conway, the only sober guy, came with a fateful package to me
I hid his 10 000 dollars in a whole in the wall beneath the stairs
A few days later the FBI guys smashed my door
Afterwards I had my only audacious day
I never mentioned Jimmys name to those FBI whores
I got a 2 year sentence from judge Horatio Gray
Today I passed these pitiless steel gates
I was released after almost 2 years
I always dreamed the dreams of the United States
Today my hands are just filled with fear
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7. |
Touchscreen Skin
05:47
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I know a woman
She got touchscreen skin
Oh, everybody knows that woman
She got touchscreen skin
She’s so persistently sozialised
But no one knows what she’s really dreamin’
Her clean crystal castle
Is the stage for her selfish eyes
In her clean crystal castle
She presents her selfish eyes
She’s a glittering public shellfish
You can’t scent out the truth within her lies
Her warholic glimpse of fame
Is a polychrome mosaic
Her warholic glimpse of fame
Is a polychrome mosaic
But her bright magazine face
Is so immaculate and chic
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8. |
Heroin Ruin
05:25
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Your fingernails are rusted, your hair is filthy
The shadow of your girl is wheezing behind your back
Your accurate brother-in-law, he told you to die
After you took his leather wallet out of his precious rack
Dark black eyes in glory holes
Good night, my heroin ruin
Your newspaper blanket is full of words you don’t understand
Even though the protagonists are driven souls
Your heavy cheeks hang above your tainted robe
As you share the rest of your luck with the humpy mole
Dark black eyes in glory holes
Good night, my heroin ruin
You used to dream of golden horns
Playing melodies of brightening sounds
You used to long for a seat in the orchestra
Of ivory organs and a conductor who frowns
Your stranded mother, she used to call you Gene
Good night, my heroin ruin
Starry-eyed you tried to find shelter in empty faces
In the corner of your mouth was a friable (cracky) stain
You tried to outline your life with a broken pen
Now, beneath your rotten skin tattoo ink runs through your veins
Dark black eyes in glory holes
Good night, my heroin ruin
You used to dream about a shiny new car
You used to chase the mornings behind the hills
All your sails were hopeful, even your eyes were emerald green
Your childhood evenings you used to spend on the window sill
Your stranded mother, she used to call you Gene
Good night, my heroin ruin
You managed to hide your trembling hands and knees
Until all of your dreams did abandon you
But these taut days, they did pass away
And there’s nothing anyone could do
Your stranded mother, she doesn’t call you Gene
Good night, my heroin ruin
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9. |
Interlude
00:36
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10. |
I'm Alright
03:01
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White sheets flutter in the suburban garden
I sit by the window waiting for the flan to harden
Please take me home to the past
I’m longing for the old entertainers
But I see a top model show at the Big Brother container
Please take me home to the past
The radio host announces
Are you lonesome tonight
The windows are covered with rain
But most of the time I’m alright
At the TV shows they do the harlem shake
Oh, god damn it’s much to late
Please take me home to the past
I see Instagram photos of a vegan pie
That’s so damn hip, that I start to cry
Please take me home to the past
The radio host announces
Are you lonesome tonight
The windows are covered with rain
But most of the time I’m alright
The Grammy show king is Macklemore
I gulp a last slug of whiskey and jump off the shore
Please take me home to the past
I kiss the hand of my honey like a gallant grown up
Then the girl is twerking and that’s it with my boner
Please take me home to the past
The radio host announces
Are you lonesome tonight
The windows are covered with rain
But most of the time I’m alright
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11. |
Nothing For Me
05:14
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Back in the cold, cold winter of 1953
I met a girl covered in a coat standing next to me
She took the mittens offa my stringy hands
And said come on boy let’s go downtown for a dance
She was an upcmoing artist with aspiring aims
I was just the last guy in the bars that remained
A few weeks later she decided to leave
And said: you’re pretty cool, but nothing for me
For ages she drew a cubistic masterpiece
And thought with that fine piece of art she could change society
I never understood her dubious point
I asked: up there in the corner, is that a joint?
I never thought that I could fulfil her expectations
Everyday I waited that she’d bring me to the station
So a few weeks later she decided to leave
And said: you’re pretty cool, but nothing for me
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12. |
Mindless Time
02:38
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Cut the ropes they say if you wanna sail
Change your clothes they say if you wanna prevail
But beware of the nightbus stranger
He might pull you in his capricious danger
The puppeteer praises his clockworks precision
But logic is ruthless, covered with superstition
So you can’t trace that mystic haze
On its watery track through these meaningless days
I just wanna look into the mirror
And spot my face with decreasing fear
Our mindless time is depraved
And wonderful
These thoughts are like mice in a cozy flat
They appear now and then beneath your bed
You just perceive their invisible rustling
You just cannot fall asleep
The absurdity of a perceptive life
Flits over your eye-lids as you strive
But the sea is so calm and endless
While you nervously brood over your game of chess
The professors and the preacher men sing
In the choir at the feet of an intangible king
But at dusk you still stand in the meadow
And all their promises dissolve into a shadow
I just wanna look into the mirror
And spot my face with decreasing fear
Our mindless time is depraved
And wonderful
The keen sun burns your scars and wounds
You’re torn between thoughts at that lethal noon
You make an arrangement far from acceptance
Then you turn away from the steep
I just wanna look into the mirror
And spot my face with decreasing fear
Our mindless time is depraved
And wonderful
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