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Coloured Cigarettes
04:28
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Make love,
Make the time go.
Take love,
All away.
She's not the one,
I love and die for.
That girl's buried deep,
Let's dig her out.
You're a coloured cigarettes girl,
And I'm a windows down in the rain kinda boy.
Let's be happy together.
Make the time,
And I'll be there.
Take the time,
To slow me down.
I come baring teeth,
And a head full of dreaming.
She wants her own,
Patch of holy ground.
(That's what she wants.)
You're a coloured cigarettes girl,
And I'm a windows down in the rain kinda boy.
Let's be happy together.
You're a coloured cigarettes girl,
And I'm a windows down in the rain kinda boy.
Let's be happy together.
Let's be happy together.
Let's be happy together.
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2. |
Fool
03:20
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Nothing now that she's around is gonna slow me down,
Me and my baby girl, ya know, we're gonna blow this town.
Let this card-house fold, and Baby hit the road,
For where, I don't know.
But I don't know if I care.
Not one more night not by your side,
My kingdom for a cab-ride back to your bed tonight.
Darling my head's not right.
I hear you singing your sweet song when you're not around,
Your angel voice inside my head says, "Baby, just slow down".
It's crazy, Love, to feel so, so...
So... I don't know.
But I don't know if I care.
My kingdom for a cab-ride back to your bed tonight.
'Cause, Girl, I'm a fool.
I'm a fool for you.
Nothing now that she's around is gonna slow me down,
I got a feeling so tall, I dwarf every skyscraper in this town.
It's crazy, Love, to feel so, so...
So... I don't know.
'Cause, Girl, I'm a fool.
I'm a fool for you.
'Cause, Girl, I'm a fool.
I'm a fool for you.
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3. |
Après Vous
04:00
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Well, I don't know how to ask your name,
Or how to tell you that I feel your flame,
From across the room.
Brown-sugar skin, the little hairs on end,
I wanna tell you I could be your friend,
But it won't get through.
Sweet Honey, how you white out the night,
Nobody's ever moved me quite like you're doing.
Let's get our coats, let's hit the streets.
Après Vous.
Here the thrills are cheap, the love, divine,
The Paris stars a burning,
But they can't outshine you.
You've got that certain savoir-faire,
Darling, show me how to take you there, mon chou.
Baby, lead the way, s'il vous plaît.
Après Vous.
Well, I don't know how to ask your name,
Or how to tell you that I feel your flame,
From across the room.
You know you've got that certain savoir-faire,
Darling, show me how to take you there, mon chou.
Sweet Honey, how you white out the night,
Nobody's ever moved me quite like you're doing.
Come with me.
C'est magnifique.
Après Vous.
Après Vous.
Après Vous.
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4. |
Easy Tiger
02:27
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C'mon, show me what you're made of,
There's always some wants to test my mettle.
I feel it rising up, til I can taste it,
Simmer down, Boy. Settle, settle.
You hot-headed son-of-a...
Go on, do your worst, it's now or never.
Since when are we enemies?
You bring it out in me, my inner fighter.
Easy tiger.
Champagne bottle through a car windscreen,
The crack appearing, all of my own making.
You make your bed beside the devil you know,
And can't see a way out of the storm that's breaking.
So heavy over us.
Since when are we enemies?
You bring it out in me, my inner fighter.
Easy tiger.
Since when are we enemies?
You bring it out in me, my inner fighter.
Easy tiger.
Go on, do your worst, it's now or never.
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5. |
Runner
03:24
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I saw a picture of you as a kid.
I guess I've always known that your eyes don't smile.
Now I know they never did.
It's gonna take every one of those stones,
That you filled my heart with.
To make sure I don't run.
She says I'm like salty water on the wounds that she keeps.
I sting, but I'm helping.
But I'll go one morning leaving her with her scars.
A tattoo rubbed off in her sleep.
It's gonna take every one of my dreams,
To fall to pieces.
To make sure I don't run.
To make sure I don't run.
'Cause, Baby, I'm a runner.
Baby I'm a runner.
It's gonna take every one of my roots,
Buried in this red dirt.
To make sure I don't run.
It's gonna take every bit of your love,
And your warm embraces.
To make sure I don't run.
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6. |
Bleedin' Hearts
03:29
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I slept right through the first day of spring,
The sweet smell of summer on her pretty skin.
Had the feeling from the start that she would let me in,
Never as hard as you think to begin again.
I'll face the music,
She'll face the facts.
Watch the city shrinking,
Behind our backs.
So very tired of patching up the cracks,
In their bleedin' hearts.
Held her heart in my hands, didn't know what to do,
It'd make your head spin, the shit that she's been through.
Her friends tell me, "she's only got eyes for you",
And she fucks me just to keep mine a brighter shade of blue.
But my heart couldn't handle,
The hurt that she sings.
Too blind to see,
What tomorrow could bring.
So very tired of trippin' on the strings,
Of their bleedin' hearts.
I know about this dark hole you fell into.
I see that you still want me, and it's breaking you.
And your bleedin' heart.
Well, she's my shrinking violet,
Learned to stand tall.
A real go-getter,
With her back against the wall.
So very tired of breaking every fall,
With their bleedin' hearts.
Their bleedin' hearts.
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7. |
Rabbit, Run
02:00
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Though your heart is racin'
Keep a straight face,
Try to keep pace,
Just as well as you're able.
Workin' all day,
Slavin' away,
You break your back,
Just to put the bills on the table.
Ooh, your big break is comin',
Chase that sucker down, keep runnin'
You get high.
You get low.
You get low, low, low.
And all you're waiting for,
Is your moment in the sun.
Run, Rabbit, Run.
Your moment in the sun.
Run, Rabbit, run.
Tou work like sin,
To cram it all in.
All the while you wonder,
What you might be missin'.
Chase that win,
"Try to stay thin!",
But the hair on your head,
Seems to be the only thing listenin'
Overtime and traffic jams.
Crawlin' on your knees and hands.
You get high.
You get low.
You get low, low, low.
And all you're waiting for,
Is your moment in the sun.
Run, Rabbit, Run.
Your moment in the sun.
Run, Rabbit, run.
Your moment in the sun.
Run, Rabbit, run.
Your moment in the sun.
Run, Rabbit, run!
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8. |
Gimme Love
05:26
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Friday night, and yet again,
I'm left alone with my own mind.
Strike a light to keep the corners bright,
But I'm afraid what I might find.
Gimme love.
Breakin' down, and flakin' out,
Tell me, why's this room so cold?
These fits of fear that keep me frozen here,
This is the year that I got old.
Gimme love.
Gimme love.
Or give me nothing.
Feel the weight of it comin' down,
From above.
You're the one thing that can save me now,
Gimme Love.
Drink this in, and try to shed this skin,
'Cause it's the only way out now.
My head, it burns with the love I want to return,
But I'm afraid I won't know how.
Gimme love.
Or give me nothing.
Feel the weight of it comin' down,
From above.
You're the one thing that can save me now,
Gimme Love.
I've been holdin' on for dear life,
But it's not enough.
You're the one thing that can set me right,
Gimme love.
Friday night, and yet again,
I'm left alone with my own mind.
Strike a light to keep the corners bright,
But I'm afraid what I might find.
Gimme love.
Feel the weight of it comin' down,
From above.
You're the one thing that can save me now,
Gimme Love.
Gimme love.
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9. |
Sickly Sweet
03:20
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Sickly Sweet,
Deathly lean.
Baby's so high,
So caught in the moment,
Tambourine in her hand,
Just for something to shake.
Baby's all white,
Three o'clock in the morning,
Waiting all night for the fever to break.
Sickly Sweet,
Whisky neat.
Baby's so high,
So caught in the moment,
Tambourine in her hand,
Just for something to shake.
Baby's all white,
Three o'clock in the morning,
Waiting all night for the fever to...
Break.
Sickly Sweet,
Deathly lean.
Baby's so high,
So caught in the moment,
Tambourine in her hand,
Just for something to shake.
Baby's all white,
Three o'clock in the morning,
Waiting all night for the fever to...
Break.
Fever to break.
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10. |
Boneshaker
04:04
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Whatever she had,
It was contagious.
I ain't felt this sick,
In ages.
She was queen of the floor,
She said, "I've seen you before,
"Ain't you the guy from the TV?"
I said, "I ain't him,
"But for you, Darling, I could be anything."
You know there ain't a place she hasn't been,
That you could take her.
She's crawlin' through the fold,
She's my dancin' queen,
She's a real boneshaker.
She's a real boneshaker.
She's a real boneshaker.
Maybe later, I could take her home.
It comes to light,
Through the haze I remember.
I caught her eye,
She was just getting limber.
She said in my ear,
"Let's get outta here,
"Boy, are you listenin'?
"If you leave here alone,
"You'll never know what you were missin'"
You know there ain't a place she hasn't been,
That you could take her.
She's crawlin' through the fold,
She's my dancin' queen,
She's a real boneshaker.
She's a real boneshaker.
She's a real boneshaker.
Maybe later, I could take her home.
You know there ain't a place she hasn't been,
That you could take her.
She's crawlin' through the fold,
She's my dancin' queen,
She's a real boneshaker.
She's a real boneshaker.
She's a real boneshaker.
Maybe later, I could shake her bones.
Honey, shake them bones!
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11. |
Smiling
03:28
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Draw back the shades,
Open the blinds.
This world gets so cold,
And so crazy sometimes.
Let go the pain,
Open your eyes.
And let some light in.
The weight of the world,
Or the weight of a seed.
You won't bear alone, Honey,
Share them with me.
If these clouds bear rain,
Well, we all get a afraid sometimes.
Afraid of the lightning.
If the toils of the day,
Leave you battered and bruised.
Let mine by the hands,
That tend to your wounds.
'Cause I swore to you,
To do all I could do.
To make sure that each morning,
You wake up smiling.
I wanna see you smiling.
I wanna see you smile.
I wanna see you smiling.
I wanna see you smiling.
I wanna see you smiling.
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The Spin Melbourne, Australia
The Spin are a rock band from Melbourne who pride themselves on making music with groove, soul, and above all a little bit 'o love. Taking influence from the BritPop movement their style is a great mix of fun, upbeat tunes, peppered with dark, moody rock 'n' roll grooviness, all injected with a warm and fuzzy dose of soul power. So if you're into that sort of thing, give the Spin a spin. Go on. ... more
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