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venerdì 21 giugno 2013

Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Slim Cessna's Auto Club - Port Authority Band:

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Lyrics:

We came in from Old Tehran
Landed on Ellis Island
And we were greeted by this
Worn and weary
One man band

And his bassoon
Was out of tune
And his bass drum thumped out of tune
We thought their kindness was o' so grand
To greet us with this port authority band

I came here on holiday (It's a Port Authority)
Then they sent us on our way (Meet the Port Authority)
They pushed us off Ellis Island (it's in(?) their authority)
Blaming all our problems
Blame it on the Port Authority Band

They sent us to the doc's exam
The doc's a member in a one man band
He said we look skinny and sick
But we are just built like this
And he proclaimed that we had to leave
And he was flexing his authority
They pushed us back out into the bay
By intense drum(?) as they say

I came here on holiday (it's a port authority)
Then they sent us on our way (meet the port authority)
They pushed us off Ellis Island (flexin' their authority)
Blaming all our problems
Blame it on the Port Authority Band

We went back to Old Tehran
And started up our own port band
But our dock sat in the desert plain
So no one, hell, no one ever came
Salute our country with our tears
Not even Moses will ever wander here
Our anchor does not weigh
This port, this port carries no authority

I came here on holiday (It's a Port Authority)
Then they sent us on our way (meet the Port Authority)
They pushed us off Ellis Island (flexin' their authority)
Blaming all our problems (blame it on authority)
I came here on holiday (it's a Port Authority)
Then they sent us on our way (meet the port authority)
They pushed us off Ellis Island (flexin' their authority)
Blaming all our problems

Blame it on the Port Authority Band

domenica 11 novembre 2012

The Builders & The Butchers

The Builders And The Butchers - Bringin' Home The Rain:

Lyrics:

Blood-shot your eyes drop
And the skin's all wearing thin
There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
Or the trouble that you're in
You're dancin' with your demons baby
You forgot your former lie
And it was hard swimmin' once
And now you're daily divin' in

And I'm bringin' home the rain
There's no supper on the table
And my feet are in the flame
I'm drying out again

All your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun
And the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun
And the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck
And pretty soon the weekdays are all the same

And I'm bringin' home the rain
(I'm bringin' home the rain)
There's no supper on the table
(no supper on the table)
And my feet are in the flame
I'm drying out again

I'm bringin' home the rain
(I'm bringin' home the rain)
A baby's cryin' in a cradle
(Baby's cryin' in a cradle)
And my feet are in the flame
I'm drying out again

Evil are the demons that haunt you
Forgetting what it was that they taught you
And now there's no one left to stop you
Or to catch you when you drop

You're evil as the demons that haunt you
Forgetting what it was that they taught you
And now there's no one left to stop you
Or to catch you when you drop

You're evil as the demons that haunt you
Forgetting what it was that they taught you
But now there's no one left to stop you
Or to catch you when you when you
When you when your

Blood-shot your eyes drop
And the skin's all wearing thin
There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
Or the trouble that you're in
You're dancin' with your demons baby
You forgot your former lie
And it was hard swimmin' once
And now you're daily divin' in

And i'm bringin' home the rain
(I'm bringin' home the rain)
There's no supper on the table
(No supper on the table)
And my feet are in the flame
I'm drying out again

I'm bringin' home the rain
(I'm bringin' home the rain)
A baby's cryin' in a cradle
(Baby's cryin' in a cradle)
And my feet are in the flame
I'm drying out again

And I'm bringin' home the rain
(I'm bringin' home the rain)
There's no supper on the table
(No supper on the table)
And my feet are in the flame
Oh the ceiling's closin' in

...Con un po' di ironia...