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New Mantra
03:32
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I'm running on pre-set, I'm running from my life
I'm looking for insects, turning on and getting high
There is no Mantra, like my seagull on the beach
I'm looking for answers, they seem so hard to reach.
You make it all feel like fun, you make me feel like I'm the One
I was burning down in Hell, I was looking for myself.
You make it all feel like fun, you make me feel like I'm the One
I was burning down in Hell, I was looking for myself.
There are undertakings I know are misunderstood,
Don't try to chain me, I only have so much love,
My book falls open on the page that I read and read,
Won't you believe me when I tell you I cannot bleed?
You make it all feel like fun, you make me feel like I'm the One
I was burning down in Hell, I was looking for myself.
You make it all feel like fun, you make me feel like I'm the One
I was burning down in Hell, I was looking for myself.
My head it was exploding, my chest heaved in and out
The chick fell from the nest and next I knew what it all was all about,
Don't give me answers just give me time,
I have no need for money, I have a need for life.
You make it all feel like fun, you make me feel like I'm the One
I was burning down in Hell, I was looking for myself.
You make it all feel like fun, you make me feel like I'm the One
I was burning down in Hell, I was looking for myself.
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2. |
Janine
03:02
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She was looking for something else
She always felt worlds apart
She knew there would be sacrifices
She knew that it was just the start.
But when she took the plane
Everything seemed the same
There was no pot of gold
She was tired and feeling older, older.
Janine - what you gonna do now ?
Janine - what will people say ?
Janine - back to the real world
Janine - living from day to day.
She always wanted a big sports car
She would take all the boys for a ride
Something like an e-type jaguar
Something to get them on her side.
But her dreams turned to stone
Nobody called her mobile phone
There was no fire in her soul
She was tired and feeling older, older.
Janine - what you gonna do now ?
Janine - what will people say ?
Janine - back to the real world
Janine - living from day to day.
She thought hard about her future
She searched on the internet
She found all the others like her
She’d found a way to interact.
And now she spends her nights
With those whose lives burn bright
Speaks to people around the world
Doesn’t matter if she’s a boy or a girl
Janine - what you gonna do now ?
Janine - what will people say ?
Janine - back to the real world
Janine - living from day to day.
Janine -
Janine -
Janine -
Janine -
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Stars
04:16
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She says she feels so hollow; she tries to be a friend
Doesn’t believe in tomorrow, goes about her life it never ends
This feeling of distance, this feeling of fear, fear
Don’t we all want redemption, does anybody care.
But I . . . . want the stars, she said
But I . . . . want to love, she said
She always tries to follow, doesn’t want to shine in a crowd
Her clothes are sometimes borrowed, stark but never loud
This feeling of helplessness is something she bore as a child
He tried to make some sense of it all and took her as his bride.
“You got to make the world move instead
Of standing at the edge
You got to keep your whole life happening
Instead of gambling with your death . . . “ He said.
But I . . . . want the stars
But I . . . . want the stars
But I . . . . want the stars, she said
But I . . . . want to love, she said
But I . . . . want the stars, she said
But I . . . . want to love, she said
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4. |
Terminal Two
03:13
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You made the bed I made the tea
This is how it was meant to be
Nothing undercover, loving one another
Drinking gin and tonic, having supersonic dreams.
The windows might need cleaning, the plates are in the sink
I know I might be dreaming but I’d rather be at Terminal Two with you.
Let us fly to Istanbul, you know I hear it could be good, travel’s in our blood.
Don’t like to dance don’t like to fall
We like to fly and have it all
Champagne at the motel, Sheraton or Novotel
Tequila in Portugal, can it be as good as it seems?
The cars need washing and the bills lay on the mat
I know I might be dreaming but I’d rather be at Terminal Two with you.
Let us fly to Istanbul, you know I hear it could be good, travel’s in our blood.
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5. |
Stranger Song
03:50
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She wanted to be a Saviour
She wanted to have it all
She needed a night of passion
She was the apple before the fall.
But she didn’t reckon on the Stranger
He took her in and gave her Life
Another level for her Karma
Another chance to be a wife.
You have a plan
In another World
You fill my dreams
You see they’re old.
She wanted to be a sculptor
She wanted to wield the knife
She needed to feel the wind blow
She needed a sacrifice.
But she didn’t reckon on the Stranger
He took her in and gave her Life
Another level for her Karma
Another chance to be a wife.
You have a plan
In another World
You fill my dreams
You see they’re old.
And I don’t want to hear what you say now . . .
There must be another way to go now . . .
So go now . . . go now
So go now . . . go now
So go now . . . go now
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6. |
Stop Now!
04:50
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This is the season, this is the time
Life is a river, life is a climb
This is something that you want to hear
This is something that you want to hear
El Himno de Vida
El Himno de Vida
There ain’t nobody, there ain’t no soul
Give us a reason, to leave our homes
This is something that you want to hear
This is something that you want to hear
El Himno de Vida
El Himno de Vida
And you said that they, have no tears and then
They all get what they all deserve and then
See their life, look in to the dark
Try to turn it back, ignoring our remarks
Ignoring our remarks.
El Himno de Vida
El Himno de Vida
Because there ain’t no takers, just fakers, undertakers
You know it’s a crime
Looking for our money, looking for lost time
Hoping for a future not a riddle or a rhyme
You’ve got to stop now, Stop, Stop now
El Himno de Vida
You’ve got to stop now, Stop, Stop now
El Himno de Vida
You’ve got to stop now, Stop, Stop now
El Himno de Vida
You’ve got to stop now, Stop, Stop now
El Himno de Vida
Because there ain’t no takers, just fakers, undertakers
You know what I mean
Looking for our money, looking for lost time
Hoping for a future not a riddle or a rhyme
You’ve got to stop now, Stop, Stop now
El Himno de Vida
You’ve got to stop now, Stop, Stop now
El Himno de Vida
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7. |
Latest Thing
05:44
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She dressed in tartan for you
Because you wanted her to
Tried reading those books of yours
But knew you really were a lost cause.
And now she’s gone home
She felt just a part of your song
She was waiting for the latest thing
Just waiting for the latest thing
Tired of waiting (it’s a ladies thing).
She read your Kerouac
Carried your back pack
Wanted more from life
But foolishly wanted to be your wife.
And now she’s gone home
She felt just a part of your song
She was waiting for the latest thing
Just waiting for the latest thing
Tired of waiting (it’s a ladies thing).
You named her Lady Isis
Told her she was priceless
But time became an enemy
And she new she had to flee.
And now she’s gone home
She felt just a part of your song
She was waiting for the latest thing
Just waiting for the latest thing
Tired of waiting (it’s a ladies thing).
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Umbrella in the rain
Two wet people, look the same
Looking at watches, finding the time
Waiting for the sunshine, you know it don't look fine.
Making a stand, something new
Hang up your hat hang up two
Drinking coffee, Lapsang Tea tea
Do you feel revived, is that one for me?
Is it everything that you wanted?
Was there time to do it all?
How many times did you leave it ?
How many times did you fall?
Did you eat enough beans boy?
Did you drink enough canned beer?
Did you watch every sunset?
Did you hide every fear?
Egyptologist in the sun
Digging up bodies, they're not going to run!
Sand in the shoes burns on the head
He wants his mummy, he wants his bed.
Together, going to the fair
Waltzers whirling, whirling, like dancing bears
Light reflection, little lit up face
Do you think there's hope for the human race?
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9. |
Beatnik Debris
05:34
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You feel that your spirit is out, travelling further than sleep
Time is the last place you look, when you've gone
Looking down at your room, Kerouac lays by your bed
Mist hangs high in the hills, like your shroud
Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder do you know, do you know.
I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, want to,
I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, on my own.
Buddha draws in the gloom, pictures depicting Man
Subterranean songs fill your head
Surf's high on the walls, this may never end
Float down and 'Howl' with your friends.
Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder, do you feel
Do you wonder do you know, do you know.
I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, want to,
I want to be like some beatnik debris
I want to, dance on the road on my own, on my own.
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You think you walk in lightness
But your eyes aren’t open wide
You see the things that you want to see
You don’t see what’s outside.
Don’t you know what you’re doing?
Don’t you know what they say?
Don’t you feel everything inside you
Is trying to get out and play?
Well you walk like a child sometimes
Always seeing something new
You should grab it with both hands boy
Gotta take it, keep it, it was meant for you.
And you feel so delighted
With the thing that you bought today
But you know sometime in the future
You’re gonna give it all away.
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying.
You feel life’s like a railroad
But you’re working too hard on that train
You know you feel as if everything’s moving
But everything stays the same.
Treat life like a dancer
And look upwards towards the sky
In the end it’s only
Where souls are supposed to fly.
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying
Watching, waiting, wishing, staying.
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11. |
(She's Like) Lightning
03:14
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She’s like lightning, she burns into your soul
She’s so crazy, so fast you can’t get hold
She’s a real woman from head to toe
But won’t hang around to let you know.
She’s like lightning,
She’s like lightnin’,
She’s like lightnin’,
You can’t get hold.
She’s like thunder, she’ll tear away your heart
She’s like fire, you know you’ll only get burnt
Won’t stand still for losers or freaks
Looks for the strong not the miserable weak.
She’s like lightning,
She’s like lightnin’,
She’s like lightnin’,
You can’t get hold.
Don’t ever take this woman for granted
She’ll only turn her back on you
If you want to meet her, or even want to keep her
You’ve got to be like lightning too.
She’s like lightning,
She’s like lightnin’,
She’s like lightnin’,
You can’t get hold.
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John Joseph Dolan Leeds, UK
John Joseph Dolan started playing music at the age of eleven with his first cheap acoustic guitar and the use of a reel to reel tape recorder to capture those early experiments in sound in his home town of Stockport. He is a multi-instrumentalist with guitar being the main instrument. He has collaborated with many other musicians over the years and played with Leeds band Spiderfish until 2007. ... more
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