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Almost home
04:37
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Love is up, love is down
Love is turning baby round and round.
Your love is easy baby, My love is hard
Your love is lightning, my love is dark.
Oh... and I'm almost home.
I'm almost home.
Love is black, love is white,
Love is daytime, baby, sometimes it's night.
Your love is fast, faster than a Tuscan Fire
Your love is lifting me baby higher and higer.
Oh... and I'm almost home.
I'm almost home.
Driving home round half past two
Don't know what I'm gonna say to you
I'm a little bit drunk, a little bit stoned but I'm almost home.
Driving home round half past two
Don't know what I'm gonna say to you
I'm a little bit drunk, a little bit stoned but I'm almost home.
And I'm almost home
Almost home ...
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Catch the train from Gare du Nord
Next thing walk out your front door
Crazy people everywhere
Jesus Christ is standing there
Dodge the tram, cross the bridge,
Get some champagne for the fridge.
Only use cash when you hit the town
Ain't no way they can track you down.
Friday night in Amsterdam
Friday night in Amsterdam
Friday night in Amsterdam
Friday night in Amsterdam
Coffee shops and red light girls
Do that thing with the string of pearls
Tie me up, suck me dry,
Cut me loose and let me fly.
Friday night in Amsterdam...
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3. |
Ice cold water
04:27
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Take my hand and walk me through the past
It's hard to say how long it's gonna last
Draw a line in the sand, you know your hand is shaking
I lose track when I count all the pills I'm taking
Don't look now but I feel the need to cry
It's hard to understand the reason why
Take another hit to make it go away
Tell another lie to make it through the day
So easy to get, so hard to let go
You're at the point of no return before you know.
That losing hand you're holding
Well you know you should be folding
You take the money with both hands and walk away.
Take a look at yourself, you don't like what you're seeing:
Bloodshot eyes and a heart that's barely beating.
You feel the water running through your hand
Ice-cold water feels like burning sand.
Feel the water running through your hand
Ice-cold water feels like burning sand.
(Ice-cold water feels like burning sand)
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4. |
A little drop of poison
03:27
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Hot dog stand on the highway
One night stand in your bed
If you ain't goin' my way
You never heard a word I said.
I'm leavin' you at the corner
I'm leavin' you behind
Forty five years of torture
Almost wrecked my mind.
Just a little drop of poison
Little drop of poison
Just a little drop of poison
Poison
Moonlight shines in the alley way
Daylight shines on the road
Put aside some of your salary
To pay for that heavy load
Ain't got time for losers
Ain't got time for rules
But I still got time to take another shot
And blow away all of you fools
Just a little drop of poison...
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5. |
White line fever
04:28
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Hauling another load
You done so many nights on this lonely road
You just talking to another stranger on the radio
All their voices just sound the same
So many years playing the same old game
Just doing what they wanna do—so are you,
and that's okay.
Long cold nights she spends on her own,
Lyin' there waiting for her man to come home.
She's praying for him out there somewhere on that long empty road.
Looks at his picture on the bedside table,
Wipes the tears from her eyes.
She hopes her man don't give that dealer a chance
to take him by surprise.
White line fever, death is a dealer;
When he makes his move
don't give him a chance to deceive ya.
White line fever, death is a dealer;
Don't close your eyes, give him a chance to steal ya.
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Tip your hat to Jacques
04:18
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It was a long, slow, rainy old day
All your friends had gathered on the hill to pray
They sang your songs, they raised a toast
to the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
I know a lot of people in this town
All the local crew they were hanging around
Even though they never knew that cat
They took the time to tip their hat.
Tip your hat to that
Tip your hat to that
Tip your hat to Jacques
Tip your hat to that
Stars they come and stars they go
How long they last we will never know
My little star is fading fast
Will soon become a thing of the past.
Tip your hat to that
Tip your hat to that
Tip your hat to Jacques
Tip your hat to that
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7. |
Big black cloud
03:50
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Dripping water, ticking time
Slowly start to lose your mind
Not quite sure what's going on
Can't remember right from wrong.
Someone's playing with the deck
I'm just another nervous wreck
What's that sound?
It's time to shut the motor down.
A big black cloud is moving slow today
Will it ever go away?
Oh no
Big black cloud.
Who the hell is pushing you
when you don't know what to do
Make a choice, take a side
Welcome aboard enjoy the ride.
A big black cloud is moving slow today
Will it ever go away?
Oh no
Big black cloud.
Start the engine in your feet
There's a madman on the street
The box outside your door
The man inside has nothing more
Stop the clock, I wanna leave
This world's a joke you can't believe
Stop the clock, I wanna fly,
A time to live, a time to die.
A big black cloud is moving slow today
Will it ever go away?
Oh no
Big black cloud.
Oh oh oh... big black cloud...
Think I'm gonna sleep now... big black cloud...
Yes I think I'm gonna sleep now... big black cloud...
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Chris Kenna Paris, France
Chris Kenna’s debut EP “Valentine’s Day” (as M16, 1989) is considered by some to be a hidden classic of the oz rock genre. Notable supports include Midnight Oil and Men at Work (Australia), and Jeff Beck and Peter Green (Paris). He has released 7 blues-rock albums with “Moonray” and “Kenna & Cox”. His latest album, “White line fever” (2019) sees him return to the fiery rock of his early career. ... more
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