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Stupid Blues (Live)
04:30
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2. |
Gloria (Live)
06:45
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I remember that kiss, It was a moment of pure bliss
My stomach went tight, My head set alight, And I thought “hey what’s this?”
I remember your arms, And a few other bodyparts,
And I knew I’d make sure, That nothing of yours, Would go unexplored
And I sang...
“I don’t need no food, Just give me Gloria
And I don’t need no music, When I’m with her”
I remember your dad, Cos he had a skinhead
And he had a tattoo, That the years had turned blue, It said “don’t fuck with me”
I remember your house, In the yard was a kitchen sink
And your mum would make tea, And Benson’s for three, And tip me the wink
And I sang...
“I don’t need no food, Just give me Gloria
And I don’t need no music, When I’m with her”
I remember your kiss punch, Cos you nearly brought back my lunch
But the most painful part, Was I knew that you’d hate me for evermore
But I think of you still, In fact you’re actually in my will
I leave you my car, It’s been pretty far, And it doesn’t like hills
And I sing...
“I don’t need no food, Just give me Gloria
And I don’t need no music, When I’m with her”
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On a train, the landscape is a rush-a grey,
And tears are streaming down the window pain,
I contemplate nothing
Old man sits down and faces me,
He’s got a smile, I think it’s aimed at me,
He says “I know your problem,”
“If music’s for dancing,
And magic’s for the spellbound,
And love is for lovers,
What’s left for you?”
I ask “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
He says “Listen man, you’re the door now here’s the key,
Just open up and you’re free,”
“You wonder why you never understand,
And everybody seems to have their masterplans,
But you don’t know nothing”
“If music’s for dancing,
And magic’s for the spellbound,
And love is for lovers,
What’s left for you?”
But his words they seemed like mockery,
And nobody’s allowed to teach me,
nobody can teach me nothing.
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4. |
Afterglow (Live)
04:32
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In the morning the unforgiving sunlight tears the night apart
Then in the evening, a day of living later, you’re bruised and battlescarred
When the truth hits you, she softens the blow
And you still fall down like you always did, but she never lets you hit the floor...
The world melts down into my pillow
I’m wading into the Afterglow
The seed that I’ve sown, now it has grown and it curls its vines around me
The flowers bloom, their thick perfume intoxifies me
But she breathes new oxygen
And the mouth to mouth sends us flying south to where the weather’s warm for sure
The world melts down into my pillow
I’m wading into the Afterglow
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5. |
Hey Child (Live)
07:10
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Hey child wearing somebody else's shoes
What's the matter, got your feet dirty on the ground?
You look funny, wearing your mother's heels
Working nights, and then later you're taking to ground
Buy you dinner just to put something on your bones
Give you money, expect nothing in return
I don't love you, but somebody surely should
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6. |
Temporary (Live)
04:48
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She’s panic buying,
walking down the aisle that she feels identified in
It’s number seven,
where the colour smears into photographs of heaven
Don’t raise your voice if you’re talking to me
We’re only Temporary
She plays the numbers,
seconds hiss away until a day is just a flicker
Her goddess slumbers,
waiting in her dream until the memory is quicker
Don’t raise your hands it’s easy can’t you see
We’re only temporary
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It’s high noon at the Last Chance Saloon
Second home to racketeers
Where magic man sells his masterplan
He’s a global pioneer
He says “Villains roam towards our homes
And they’ll burn away the clouds,
But my new invention, my weather engine
Is already eastward bound”
Terraform the desert into paradise
With our weather machine
We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice
With our weather machine
So the giant device spewing liquid ice
Is flown to foreign lands
Where the locals curse their forever thirst
And the neverending sands
But the rain falls hot with a kilowatt
Of the magic man’s bloodlust
And funny little rivers form
Black ribbons in the dust
Terraform the desert into paradise
With our weather machine
We’ll perform the necessary sacrifice
With our weather machine
Spinning words at the hungry herds
He’s twisting a new truth
It’s the magic man and his faithful gang
Dreaming of eternal youth
He says “Villains roam towards our homes
And they’ll burn away the clouds
But worry not cos I wrote the plot
And I know how it turns out”
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9. |
High and Dry (Live)
05:59
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Jon Gomm Leeds, UK
British acoustic guitar virtuoso and singer-songwriter, known for his viral Youtube tunes Passionflower, Ain't Nobody and
for being a willfully independent non-corporate type dude.
Only music downloads are available from Bandcamp. Get my CDs, guitar tabs and other lovely merch only from jongomm.com
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