1. |
No Milk Today
03:00
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Well, love is made for lovers
I am afraid there’s no milk today
This is your end. This is your life.
A Rubik’s Cube. Now this is my heart.
Well now sorrow is not your foe
Though it seems so. Well I ain’t your friend.
I ain’t your man. You hold no quarter.
You pitched me horror.
When all I wanted was romance.
Joy is reserved for the rich
Not you and me people; we get the infantry.
Hourly salary. They tell us be proud of it.
Call me a coward but I think I’ll run the other way.
Your bank roll cannot be your friend
Friends can’t be in hand. Hands cannot touch me.
Well they call me legion. I am a million
Voices in unison saying I don’t have to decide.
And they‘ll turn you in to a business man
When you turn 21. Rip it out of your hands
With their instruments of torture and general disorder
Modern misfortune. The pop explosion.
Hope I never see the machine gun speed
As it clatters out rhythm and rhyme
Or the horrors of war. Now fickle is fortune
Suspicious figures are crowding my doorway
Saying “Love is a lion.” I am broke but I’m trying.
My heart is like iron; that’s why I can’t cry no more.
Love is make for lovers
I am afraid there’s no milk today
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2. |
Young Blood
05:52
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Burning young Hammer beside me
He was reeling from blinding hail
And he said that he would mention me at home and I believe that he did
I met his wife once in a train car
She had two diamonds for eyes
And that’s the window to the soul so I’ve never really known
But she told me everything was a lie.
Say goodbye to religion
Good riddance I have said this before
But is it’s God’s twisted design that we finally realize that we don’t need no God at all.
I once knew a beautiful lady?
She was all of all seventeen
And we studied each with feverish borders. Wild with passion wild with passion
Oh we were going nowhere
There’s no where that I’d rather be, yeah
We are going no where there’s no where that I’d rather be.
Young blood hold on, hold on
Whoa Young blood hold on, hold on
So lay down my guilded sabre
I said, “Now what have I become?”
I have fought for you. I’m in love with you. What can I do for you?
No pressure or precious reaction
That can save us from our fate
Oh the earth is going to burn. In this you rest assured
And we can’t help it or change it
I’m met the ocean with blue eyes
My friends with sarcastic smiles
Like gremlins we got down where trouble could be found
Too much liquor, too much love.
Young blood, hold on, hold on
Oh, Young blood, hold on
Oh you’re going nowhere
Oh you’re going no where there’s nowhere that I’d rather be.
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3. |
Pieces of Stone
04:43
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Well, I ain’t too proud to beg.
Well in fact I’m always on my knees
Happy birthday to me
Give me my ticket please
Tell me something sweet
Believe me, I always believe you.
I’m getting too old
To be running ‘round this same town
And, it’s got me a little down
Who’s the fool now?
Give me my fool’s crown.
I’m sorry if I let you down.
No, I could never
love enough or for free
See pieces of the stone
just kind of break away
And no, I could never love enough or for free,
See pieces of the stone
just kinda break away
I ain’t afraid of the future
But I regret my past
But friends I’m running at last
These bastards try to break you
Try to tame you
You can’t tell, I’m thinking of you all along.
I learned that love ain’t easy
Though it’s easy to fall in love
At least that’s what I thought it was
When my chest burning
My heart was racing, was shaking.
Thinking of you all along.
No, I could never
Love enough or for free, you see.
Pieces of the stone just kinda break away
No, I could never
Love enough or for free, you see.
Pieces of the stone just kinda break away
Fell in love with the sunlight
Once I stopped running in my sleep
Once I stopped crying for release
From that young libertine
Pole position on her steed
Receiving more than she ever paid.
No, I could never
Love enough or for free, you see.
Pieces of the stone just kinda break away
No, I could never
Love enough or for free, you see.
Pieces of the stone just kinda break away
No, I could never
Love enough or for free, you see.
Pieces of the stone just kinda break away
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4. |
Rifleman's Prayer
06:11
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God please make my enemies foolish
My friend’s divine. Keep my lover young
Days like these bring such power, such glory
That’s hard to see through the frozen mud.
My mind returns to London in summer
My little girl and my wife in the yard
But now the guns on the horizon are rumbling
I hear the sergeant, “Boys keep those eyes sharp,
And boys, get your rifles ready. Though our situation’s dire
Well keep your wits about you
Be ready when the order comes to fire, fire, fire.”
God please keep my hands steady
My actions clear and the plan in my mind
God please make the enemy soldier
A man of peace reluctant to fire.
God raise the dust clouds in their line of fire
And blow the gas back on their forward lines
Cut the wire and fill the trenches
So their machine guns have no where to hide
“And boys remember take no prisoners
I know you’re hungry and you’re tired
But keep your wits about you.
Have no mercy when the order comes to fire, fire, fire.”
My finger tightened on the trigger of my Ross
I saw the silhouette of an infantryman
Whoa hell fire boys don’t waiver now we finally have them
I saw them fall to their knees and cry
In the fire I heard the rifleman beside me
Screaming “Oh Lord they’re all hell-bound now.
I think I still see some breathing. We said ‘no mercy’ boys so the time is now.”
I sat stone-faced as I looked at their horror
One thousand miles to this field I had come
The dead soldier’s face is like looking in a mirror
In a field of 600 German infantry men
In a sea of 600 German infantry men.
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5. |
Nice to Meet You
04:30
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Saw you in a bar
Oh you were lovely
Oh I was lovesick
Oh man I was low.
I noticed your locket
The way it hung around your neck
Reached into my pocket
And pulled out a pen.
Wish I was a poet
Well I would write you a sonnet
Something to honour
Your beautiful eyes.
Wish I was a painter
Well I would paint you a mirror
So you could see a little clearer
The way I see you.
Now where did you go go go
Now I wish I could see you
How I wish I could see you
Passed on the street
Last of the true believers
Last of a dying breed
With olde world charm
Now it’s all gone electric
It’s all covered in static
Young girls wreak havoc
With my fragile heart.
But I just can’t
Leave it alone
Oh I wish I could touch you
What I wouldn’t give to touch you right now.
Wish I lived in London
In a tiny apartment
With some little harlot
A little like you.
We’ll she’d be my lover
And I’d be a singer
Dashing ‘round England
Stealing hearts for her.
So Baby let’s go oh oh
Now it’s so nice to meet you
Now it’s so nice to meet you
Now it’s so nice to meet you
Now it’s so nice to meet you
Now it’s so nice to meet you
Oh so nice to meet you
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Well, poor old Sergeant Malone
Well now he is dead and gone
But there may be a surprise at the end of the line
For poor old Sergeant Malone.
He had seventeen girls ‘fore he married
All precious young beauties were they
But they shake their fists, and they curse his name right down to this very day
As a child he fought with rage and hell fire;
in the face of adversity burned
Well “Live and let live” a phrase we all know,
I guess one that he never learned.
Well, at 21 he joined the army, the infantry second brigade
And when he’d marched the square a thousand times
Well the boats came and took him away
With his rifle raised to his shoulder,
he was known to aim tried and true
And so it is said, when they counted the dead,
The sergeant had killed 22.
On the beaches of Normandy he killed them
‘Cross France he was knocking them dead
And to his delight, the whole time, in his mouth was a cigarette.
Well we all know the sergeant he made it, not unchanged by the things he had seen
And if you ask him he might say he “I’m doing all right”
But he still sees friends die in his dreams.
Well his wife yeah she later on left him
I know sometimes him would think
“Well now I’m 43 with the things that I’ve seen, who wants an old hound dog like me?”
On a stormy day in November, got the pistol out of his room
And as the rain poured down, he put the gun in his mouth but he just couldn’t see it through.
So he tried 7 days later; this time with poison pills
And the pills it seems that they changed those dream
He saw friends in those who loved him still
He was smiling when they finally found him
Sure as I’m here he was dead. And to his delight, when he died, in his mouth was a cigarette.
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7. |
Ghost of Damon Albarn
04:51
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Love you, I miss you.
I want you here with me
Let me tell you what I'd like to see
And if you love me,
then Honey let me go
And if you love me, come on
Honey, let me know.
I see you when I'm sleeping
I want to hold you tight
I see you when I'm creeping
From shadow to shadow at night.
And if you are lonely
Honey, I understand
And if you want me
Come on, Honey, clap your hands.
This love is expensive girl like Caligula
But I'll have you, young fool
And your accoutrement.
Darling, I really liked you
I really tried to get to you
Baby, you got me shaking
You got me aching through and through
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8. |
Only Want to be with You
02:29
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If I had an airplane when it cold I would take you away
To some tropical hide-away
We could swim in the sea or lay in bed all day
I don’t want to eat strawberry pie
I only want to be with you
I don’t want to go to sleep at night
I only want to be with you
If I had a steam train well the heat from your kiss
would power the engine
But we’d ride the rails far too hard
And laugh as we crash cause we’re together
I don’t want to eat no butter tart
I only want to be with you
I don’t want to eat your little heart
I only want to be with you
If I had a motor car I would pick you up oh wherever you are
I would drive across the ocean even though it’s impossible
Don’t want to taste no caramel
I only want to be with you
Don’t want to trap or hold you there
I only want to be with you
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9. |
APC Gunner
03:42
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About a year ago, I came across the ocean
With a few of my friends, not really knowing
What it means to hard. What it means to be tired
What it means to be scared.
What it takes to get hard.
A thousand miles, in the back of a car
Afraid for my life from a roadside bomb
And every market square, I took a couple of shells
And then I cut ‘em down with my 50 cal
I killed 30 men with my machine gun
Yeah I’m pretty good
I can hit them when they’re running, running
I been six hours, in the back of a mud wall
Under fire from an enemy bunker
Yeah I stopped a convoy of troops and supplies
With plastic explosives I took them by surprise
Now there are no survivors when I am on the scene
Cause I have nine lives
And I only used three
Got to fire maneuver. You got to use your eyes
We have to stick together if you want to stay alive
Got to kill with no mercy
Choose your targets well
Take the enemy soldiers
And send them to hell running, running
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10. |
Running Around
03:49
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Do you remember when you were just fifteen years old
when I met you
How could I forget you, how could I forget you.
You remind me of sunrise you’re so soft and sweet
But the moonlight is dark and it’s hard
But I won’t lose control. I won’t lose control, Oh no.
But why do you never reach your hand out to me anymore
After all that we’ve been through
I have no intention to leave you
I don’t want to hurt you. I would never hurt you.
Oh, but I come home and you’re gone
The baby’s still crying and you should have been home
Over an hour ago. Now where are you?
Why do you never reach your hand out to me any more
Well, I don’t mean to hurt you, but girl it just comes so naturally
Oh, it’s a thing for me. I could never remedy.
Well, without me you’re nothing, you need me and after all,
You would never let yourself walk away. You can’t walk away.
But why don’t you smile any more
When I say …
I love you
Would I do this if I didn’t love you
Would I do this if I didn’t love you
Would I do this if I … did not love you
This smoky hotel room
With cracks in the ceilings and stains on the bedsheets
You are nothing without me, you’re nothing without me
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11. |
Just the Two of Us
02:50
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It’s just the two of us and we can whisper so low
When it’s the two of us
And we probably will
When it’s the two of us
Your songs get stuck in my head
When it’s the two of us
You remember when I say
That time don’t spare me
Cause every moment would be too lonely without you.
It’s just the two of us and you can hold my hand
When it’s the two of us
You don’t have to get defensive
When it’s the two of us
I’ll meet all of your demands
When it’s the two of us
Please try to understand
That if the devil takes you
Then I will come too ‘cause heaven is useless without you
oooooooo
It’s just the two of us. Make you commander in chief
When it’s the two of us
I’ll be the comic relief
When it’s the two of us
I’ll keep my statements brief
Like I love you that’s all
And if you die in a car crash
Wherever I am my heart will bust into two
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12. |
Zombies of Love
03:30
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I was walking downtown
It was summer; it was hot
I had the sun in my eyes
I had my socks pulled up high.
Went back to her place
She took all of her clothes off
She showed me all her holes and stuff
Still I could not get enough
I turned around and saw that
She was eating my brains,
She was eating my brains,
She was eating my brains.
Went to meet a family
On the north side of town
Had broken all of their doors down
Made our way up through the crowd
I tried to say I’m sorry
She was eating their brains
She was eating brains,
She was eating their brains
Their brains, their brains
So we went back to the graveyard
I held her little hand in mine
And even though she had one eye
Well she could see that she was mine
I tried to tell her so but
She was eating my brains
She was eating my brains
Yes, she was eating my brains
My brains, my brains, my brains
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Chris Gheran Calgary, Alberta
It's HARD FOLK filled with fresh and poignant phrases! Chris Gheran's vibrant, heartfelt, and contemporary work is informed by the classics: Dylan, The Beatles, George Formby, and his continuous study of musicians in all genres.
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