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Rosie
04:30
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Be my woman gal I'll Be your Man
Everydays Sunday dollar in your hand
In your hand lordy, in your hand
Everydays Sunday dollar in your hand
Whoa Rosie, hold on gal
Stick to the promise girl that You made me
Won't got married til' I go free
I go free lordy, I go free
Won't got married til' I go free
Whoa Rosie, hold on gal
When She walks she reel and Rocks behind
Aint that enough to worry, convicts mind
convicts mind
Whoa Rosie, hold on gal
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2. |
Admiral Hosier's Ghost
03:54
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Heed, oh heed! my fatal story,
I am Hosier's injur'd ghost;
You who now have purchas'd glory
At this place where I was lost;
Tho' in Porto Bello's ruin
You now triumph, free from fears,
Yet to hear of my undoing,
You will mix your joys with tears.
I love the sunset through yon palms,
the coats of red in the golden sun
in a barn, along White Beach
with my Portobello Belle,
tired of Spanish and buccaneers
I'd make a livin' in fish right here
lying down with my idle hand
dangling as an Irish pennant
I wanted Vict'ry oh so dearly
that I sailed ways too deadly
the town was there for me to attack
nearly willing to unfurl the Jack
there I abode to call first volley
bold next day would be the one
but now I adrift in my old cuddy
yearning bunt's loud yells of war
Unrepining at thy glory,
Thy successful arms we hail,
But remember our black story,
When to Britain back you sail!
All your country's foes subduing,
When your patriot friends you see,
Think on vengeance for my ruin,
And for England sham'd in me.
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Tempest
03:57
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come my son, breathe this air
saltiness - of thousand years
no one these waves can master
but despite their might, this is not anger
well I know nothing of your 'morrow
you'll know joy, you'll know sorrow
you're gonna frolic and be strong
then you'll drift and crawl and go wrong
your heart is like this old sea
hard to steer - unpredictable
great tempests will fluster it
loves and losses - inevitable
gaze towards where winds weaken
I'm here, ever-safe haven
let the sea rule, feel the storm
may your passions take this form
your heart is like this old sea
hard to steer - unpredictable
great tempests will fluster it
loves and losses - inevitable
ev'ry sea's its own sky above
tied together, as in love
they hug constantly in surfs
now these waves they frighten me, too
me for him
Now I'll face this darkness gladly
still, 'cos that I taught you enough
I'll face this dark...
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4. |
Trucker Lassie Blues
04:02
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Oh I have no break
Lord I have no peace of mind
give me rest for Jesus' sake
can't stand a life of this kind
cos' I'll leave in the early morning
but I'd rather be lame and blind
day by day stuck into the cab
nowhere fast to load and drop
the road ahead just drives me mad
feel like a damn spin-top
cos' I'll leave early this morning
but I'd rather be lame and blind
Oh and when I finally get home
it ain't cozy and my husband's drunk
he does love more his fishing poles
as he treats me like a whore
cos' I'll leave in the early morning
but I'd rather be lame and blind
my haul is heavy and does stink
it's time for me to wash me down clean
or get dirty if you know what I mean
Oh and when I finally get home
it ain't cozy and my husband's drunk
he does love more his fishing poles
as he treats me like a whore
cos' I'll leave in the early morning
but I'd rather be lame and blind
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Lonely Beer
04:02
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I was sitting at my table,
thinking about this and that,
when I saw right there
a lonely glass of beer.
I was still looking at that glass
wondering if someone
would came back to drink it,
but I couldn't move a step.
Nobody seems to care
but I'm really thirsty,
nobody seems to look at me.
I closed my eyes and I cried.
Theres was a blue haired boy,
a naughty dirty waitress,
a couple of lovers, an old man...
a lonely glass of beer
Once I finally stood up,
running to reach the jug,
the naughty dirty waitress
grabbed the glass and threw it away.
Nobody seems to care,
but I'm really thirsty
nobody seems look at me.
I closed my eyes and I died.
Theres was a blue haired boy,
a naughty dirty waitress,
a couple of lovers, an old man...
a lonely glass of beer
Once I finally stood up,
running to reach the jug,
the naughty dirty waitress
grabbed the glass and threw it away.
Nobody seems to care,
but I'm really thirsty
nobody seems look at me.
I closed my eyes and I died.
Nobody seems to care,
but I'm really thirsty
nobody seems look at me.
I closed my eyes and I died.
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Bitch
04:11
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My eyes are burning,
my lungs are burning,
while you're asking me what's the matter.
You slide inside me on your toes,
I hardly realize it, you know,
but I'd want to spit you out from my pride
And I would say “stop, please,
it's not time anymore!”
My mind is screaming
my soul is screaming
Can you feel my secret inside?
But what comes out from my mouth
is just the bitter taste of you.
You swore you loved me, and now
you smile and just let me crawl,
naked on my knees on the floor.
Well... you laugh, going away
and you already know that soon you'll be here again.
And so I.
Meanwhile the sun rises
the morning rain comes
maybe it could wash away the stain.
Well... you laugh, going away
and you already know that soon you'll be here again.
And so I.
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7. |
Satan in Love
04:50
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you' better don't fool me around
you know I'm sort of short kind
sometimes vicious but hey none of you's perfect
now my tricks and my enjoyment to play'em are decked
dance with me and you'll be damned
dance - and you'll be condemned
sing with me along this night of Sabbath
there's a hell of anger down there
flames are raging bloody high as ever
souls screaming mildly and barges full of newcomers
and yet I lost that hell of a touch
dance with me and you'll be damned
dance - and you'll be condemned
sing with me along this night of Sabbath
you say 'till death do you part
though you cheat 'till your depart
I say I'm the one whose love is endless
so now burn your soul with me,
you reckless, restless, horny mistress
dance with me and you'll be damned
dance - and you'll be condemned
sing with me along this night of Sabbath
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