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1. |
Wasteland Blues
03:23
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"Well my daddy works hard in a factory, He goes 9 to 5 and even 6, Now we've got enough to eat, But i've got no shoes on my feet, You pick and you choose and I play the blues
At school the teacher said to me 'Boy you gotta know the rules We all have to make a living' And I said 'What's your excuse?' You pick and you choose and I play the blues
But now i'm back in the wasteland
Oh lonesome blues will you be my friend?
So I went to university They say that's how to be someone For the next 5 years or so I've only walked and stood in line You pick and you choose and I play the blues Then I finally got a fucking job I'm flipping burgers at a stall My mam says that i'm a loser I don't deserve any better You pick and you choose and I play the blues
But now i'm back in the wasteland
Oh lonesome blues will you be my friend?
And my baby fucked off this morning Left me for a rich old twat Took my money, took my home Now i'm back at my dad's You pick and you choose and I play the blues We used to hang out at a place Where kids would sing 'bout the human race But now just another clothing shop Kids put a veil on their hopes You pick and you choose and I play the blues
Yeah now i'm back again in the wasteland Like an average white boy Wish I were a gipsy Or a lonesome hobo dog... To howl at the moon..."
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2. |
B.F.G
02:56
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"Once running the streets
Now speeding down the highway
My hometown has fallen empty
My anchors washed away
Once on that old road stood
A selfish man with his dagger
But one too many jigs on the Devil's Dance Floor
Cost him to lose his swagger
You've been Busking For Grub
Beaten, Fucked, And Ground
Now you're Bound For Glory
You're Back From Galway town
The air is getting clammier
I'm struggling to breathe
So one day I ripped my shirt off
And there stood the king
He said 'son you must be a Sligo man
For such insolence I have never seen'
I said 'my friend, yeah you know quite well
For i'm walking the bridge that you built'
You've been Busking For Grub
Beaten, Fucked, And Ground
Now you're Bound For Glory
You're Back From Galway town
And if comfort is the cost of freedom
Then i'll board a rusty old train
And i'll go burn my skin on Barcelona
Freeze on the Appalachian
And if you see me in Yorkshire
Well maybe i'll have found true north
With a compass held tight in my hand
Pointing towards Los Angeles or Stockholm
You've been Busking For Grub
Beaten, Fucked, And Ground
Now you're Bound For Glory
You're Back From Galway town"
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3. |
Folk The System
07:06
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"Once I was a young lad, lying in my room
Trying to overcome the sorrow and the gloom
Searching for something, a flag or a name
Thousands of hours, same questions still remain
But on that morning as I lifted my head
A man came to me, mohican atop his head
He said 'hey son, please don't fall back down
I've been through this before, ah sure I understand
Come along with me and i'll show you the world
Ask the right questions, what no kid may wonder'
You gotta live your life for your Life Won't Wait
Gotta wear your rage on your Black Derby Jacket
Rise up my son, put your mean fist in the air
Gotta pave your own way for this world's so unfair
So I said to him 'allright i'm on your side
But may I ask for some final advice
So Mr Armstrong said 'you gotta folk the system
Gotta break away from these tons and millions
Give it all you got, yeah give it all you got
You gotta build the future on the lessons of the past
Now my fist was up, my rage in good hands
Some drift along while some make a stand
But i'm on my own in a world of thugs
What am I gonna do between friendship and drugs?
But in a backstreet I came across that man
Yeah he sure was special, madness on his mind
Invited me along to his house of fun
I couldn't let him down, just stay free one more time
In that house I met a strummer name Joe
Terry and Jimmy and a young lad named Sean
As I came to them I felt truly welcome
Grab a seat and a guitar, let's have a bit of fun
You know these people and where they come from
They've got reggae and soul and both of us belong
So I said to him 'allright i'm on your side
But may I ask for some final advice'
So Mr Strummer said 'you gotta folk the system
Gotta break away from these tons and millions
Give it all you got, yeah give it all you got
You gotta build the future on the lessons of the past
But I have to leave, find another way home
I'll head up north and see what comes along
On my way up I came across that pub
There was a salty dog in there, singing his song
He sang these words I had never heard before
And it shot me in the face, back up against a wall
My heart was boiling staring at this man
Can this be what they call seeing the light?
I had to catch him and talk about life
I soon realised that we walked the same path
As he left the pub, within a mile of home
He gave me his guitar and a hundred odd songs
And one of them it was telling about life
As it told me to float, it gave sense to mine
We've never seen the likes of you again
Believe in oneself, now I understand
Cause Mr King said 'you gotta folk the system
Gotta break away from these tons and millions
Give it all you got, yeah give it all you got
You gotta build the future on the lessons of the past
Up on that road, now homeward bound
Look right ahead for this planet is round
Look at this man, writing for his rights
Have a close listen to his railroad tracks
He sings for love, for sunshine and tears
He sings for passion and freedom is the theme
He's got these tunes that take it back to the roots
Here comes Mr Tambourine Man, lyrics in his boots
So I said to him 'yeah show me what you've got'
One hour later I stood by his side
Cause Mr Dylan said 'you gotta folk the system
Gotta break away from these tons and millions
Give it all you got, yeah give it all you got
You gotta build the future on the lessons of the past
Now everybody says 'you gotta folk the system
Gotta break away from these tons and millions
Give it all you got, yeah give it all you got
You gotta build the future on the lessons of the past"
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4. |
Streets Of Ales
04:20
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"Packet of fags and a jug of coffee
Outside this old café
He stretches a smile across his face
But he knows he'll need more to get him through the day
Shades over his eyes, people going to and fro
The fools, the strangers, friends he used to know
All passing by like a stream of ghosts
Wondering what to do and where to go
While across the street an old man sits on a ledge
Telling the good old stories of the golden age
When you could once feel the heat in the lure of the mines
When he once was a young lad with an innocent mind
And you can feel the passion in every word
That tear running down it don't tell no lies
But as the day retreats and the night makes its way
He drinks up and passes out
In the streets of Ales
When I go down to Ales town
I run into my old friend Jess
He says 'Hey Vinnie, it's been a long while
You know thing here ain't been all the best'
They walk the streets by thousands seeking a job
Or even just a kind word, a smile or a nod
But weeks go by and nothing seems to change
Wearing that same blank expression on your face
So they rush into the cafés, spend their money well scraped
Me I sit there for hours, reminiscing with Jess
About the time we spent rolling down these streets
Don't take no prisoners, don't take no shit
Then crash by the station, talk for hours on end
With our ten cent meals looking over
The streets of Ales
Oh Ales town, where have you gone?
What happened to the streets we used to roam?
What happened to the hobos in the park
Who showed us our first tunes, we'd share a meal and a laugh
What happened to the riots down the avenue?
The filth, the fury, the black and the blue
Back to October 2010, wild and bold
We grow up and they grew old
The streets of Ales"
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5. |
Cheap Thrills
04:24
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"This story it never ends
So why would I even bother to start?
I let go a usual sigh
This morning when I heard the clock
So don't ask me for no stories to tell
For i've let them slip along the way
Now i'm too scared to look back
Too scared to run away
So give us some more cheap thrills
And we'll make the world go round, you see
I started drinking out the bottle
Now the bottle drinks out of me
So I took a stroll down Market Square
Flash some light into my dry eyes
I can't recall the way back home
But can still smell the tears that have been cried
It's friday night, I sit at home alone
I've spent my last pound
They say the higher you go up in the air
The harder you hit the ground
So give us some more cheap thrills
And we'll make the world go round, you see
I started drinking out the bottle
Now the bottle drinks out of me
Tis a lonely life for me and you
Spent all those long years trying to make it through
You work hard so you play hard, laugh and roar
Try for a moment to forget about you
But now the bell rings and you're lost at sea
Too tired, too far off to reach the shore
So you sit and put your head down
Yes you're once again alone
So give us some more cheap thrills
And we'll make the world go round, you see
I started drinking out the bottle
Now the bottle drinks out of me"
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6. |
Turn It Up
03:26
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"Well can you remember years ago
At the edge of the school yard
Punk rock'n'roll radio
This world is full of hate
And hate i've got inside of me
So how come we can't get along?
Having a chat with Old Phil
Talking war and revolution
Though that fence, rusty and tall
It's been the worst day since yesterday
The wrong way kids still on the run
We wander home alone
And when there's nothing left to say
You turn up the stereo
Turn up the stereo
All my days come together at last
Turn up the stereo
Well it's good to see Old Phil again
Now that he's back in town
Back to all the shit we've done
The swearing and straight talking
Survival in the mosh pit
All these things he taught us all
Which finger to raise and when
He even showed us how to skate
Yeah man, been rolling ever since
But as darkness falls we return to our beds
And he stays out in the cold
And when there's nothing left to say
You turn up the stereo
Turn up the stereo
All my days come together at last
Turn up the stereo
And one night on top of the hill
He drank up his can of beer and said
'Kid, don't end up like me
It's a rough world that we live in
It's so easy to fall down if you've got
Nothing to hold onto
But the punk rock'n'roll radio
Your heart pounds at the same beat
Your tight fists and the stomp of your feet
No heroes sing for us tonight
Just people who say what's true
And one day you'll be one too
So turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn up the stereo
And when there's nothing left to say
You turn up the stereo"
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7. |
The Farmer Is The Man
02:47
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"When the farmer comes to town
With his wagon broken down
The farmer is the man who feeds them all
If you only look and see
I think that you'll agree
That the farmer is the man who feeds them all
Oh yeah the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit till the fall
Then they take him by the hand
And they lead him from the land
And the middle man's the one who gets it all
When the lawyer hangs around
When the butcher cuts a pound
The farmer is the man who feeds them all
And the preacher and the cook
They go strolling by the brook
But the farmer is the one who feeds them all
Oh yeah the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit til the fall
With the interest rates so high
It's a wonder he dont die
For the mortgage man's the one who gets it all
But when the banker says he's broke
And the merchant's up in smoke
They forget that it's the farmer who feeds them all
It would put them to the test
If the farmer took a rest
They they'd know that he's the one who feeds them all
Oh yeah the farmer is the man
The farmer is the man
Lives on credit til the fall
Now his pants are wearing thin
His condition it's a sin
He's forgot that he's the one who feeds them all
Yeah he's forgot that he's the one who feeds us all"
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8. |
Illegal I
04:47
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"It's the same old story once again
And this story i'm about to tell
The story it is myself
Every chapter another place to dwell
Policeman don't know my name
But they always know my face
When the caravan rolls into town
You'll see them lock up their gates
And me, oh what a fool!
I believed what my mama taught me
That no human being is illegal
No human being is illegal
Step onto the line to your factory floor
Another day, another dollar
No second thought will ever arise
To embarrass my need for food and shelter
So just grin and bear it now and wait for the day
When it comes, to pass it all on
From the safe corners of our suburban homes
Maybe we're not so different after all
But me, oh what a fool!
I believed what my mama taught me
That no human being is illegal
No human being is illegal
Oh mister, i'm afraid I don't understand
What you are saying
Who are those us and them?
Who is that enemy within?
And though our tongues might not spell the same
It's the same old story once again
And though our own ways can not be tamed
Same red blood runs down our veins
So now call me a fool
For I still believe what my mama taught me
That no human being is illegal
No human being is illegal
And me, oh what a fool!
Now I get what my old man told me
that it's the same
Wherever you go..."
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9. |
Illegal II
01:56
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10. |
The Old 697
04:13
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"If there has to be a time and place
Where to raise a golden milestone
I'll take it across sea and hills
To where the thyme and laurel grows
Where my innocent feet once strolled
Across the road, into the forest
Where another day of grace was spent
We'd all go together
Pick the wild mountain thyme
Then sit on the patio
Watch the sun set across the pines
While she counted a hundred roses
Oh how she'd uplift my soul
And somehow put food on the table
Now it's been a long decade
But the memories sure never fade
And when I close my eyes
I can still recall the days
Of the old 697
Kenny wisely says
'They were cruel, they were ignorant'
It took us quite some hard luck
To figure the sinner from the saint
While the sweat on the old man's back
Convinced of his righteousness
Always had good reasons to break
The hills are a-calling
On a bright sunday morning
We jump, run, fall, and run again
Like we couldn't feel a thing
And at the rising of the moon
We'd wander our way home
By the fireplace, she'd give us a song
Now it's been a long decade
But the memories sure never fade
And when I close my eyes
I can still recall the days
Of the old 697
Now when I go back again
There what will I find?
When I knock on that door
How many years will have gone by?
I sit and dwell by the rusty old gate
Though faded are its colours
On it I can still read those three numbers"
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11. |
The Garbageman
04:24
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"Every morning down the street
Walking alone still half asleep
Nothing to do but stare at these
Brand new shoes on my feet
There's a man with his mucky boots
Trying to heat up his morning soup
And he sings, clapping hands
I heard a kid say to his friend
Well I wish I were the garbageman
He's so happy and no one understands
He's always dancing in the dirt
And singing in the rain
The air is freezing cold today
Makes me want to run back inside
'Good morning' the hostess said
I wish she had said good bye
Cause meanwhile in the street below
A whistle echoes across the rain
The bins go swinging high and low
A teenage girl thinks once again
Well I wish I were the garbageman
He's so happy and no one understands
He's always dancing in the dirt
And singing in the rain
Now I can see him every day
On his playground down the street
And I can't help but wonder
Just how many songs can he sing
Questions blowing in the wind
Build the legend of another man
He's got no friends, no wife, and no kids
But he's got himself and that is why
Well I wish I were the garbageman
He's so happy and no one understands
He's always dancing in the dirt
And singing in the rain"
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"We've all been waiting for a Great Leap Forwards
Now It seems we've waited for too long
There's fire in the air so we'll breath some more
And you won't be marching alone
We got into this world with fuck all to lose
Didn't take long before shit went wrong
But you lifted your head to see around the corner
Now you won't be marching alone
Oh mother, look at your children
And in their eyes you may see
There's a flame of hope
And the town is on fire
It's shouting 'come along with me'
Decisions being made and fates being cast
You can hide or you can stand strong
You can get out and run, if you're true to yourself
Then you won't be marching alone
Now black takes over but so does white
So grey will eventually vanish
The white riot has been coloured by millions
And they won't be marching alone
Oh mother, look at your children
And in their eyes you may see
There's a flame of hope
And the town is on fire
It's shouting 'come along with me'
Now the market is closed
And the merchants have gone home
And we sit here looking into the bay
We sing these songs of lost liberty
With a fist raised in the air
We know times are changing
But we don't know where it's going
And it scares the hell out of us all
So we'll hop on board and we'll sail away
To a place where we may belong
Oh mother, look at your children
And in their eyes you may see
There's a flame of hope
And the town is on fire
It's shouting 'come along with me'
Oh mother, please tell your children
the stories that teach them well
For when they go marching down the street
They'll have a story to tell"
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