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Girls of Prague
05:38
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Girls of Prague they look so nice in their autumn silhouette
while bridges burn with morning cries and leaves are covering their spice
and there is a land of plenty here where cinnamon covers my scars
and silence is another fear that I struggle to keep afar
Girls of Prague their eyes just laugh if you dare to spend one sight
in their unreachable white skin there's a sea of beauty where to swim
and some might even stop by as I'm playing my usual song
lost in a lonesome empty park while the evening meets the sun.
And my destiny will take its road and I'll have to pay the toll
while girls of Prague will see I'm just made of chocolate
about to melt down with the light waiting for another day to come
as long as I will stare right here singing lullabies from hell.
And there is nothing left to see
And there is nothing left to sing
except for the unreachable beauty of girls of Prague.
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2. |
South Kensington
05:01
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I'm losing my mind, I'm walking around
I'm singing a song whose name I don't know
I'm crazy as you claim, I don't know my name
I can't see the light, I don't think aloud
I walk to the way you can't understand
I'm missing the goal, I'm killing my soul
I'm breaking the night, I'm feeling so right
I'm playing the blues, I'm writing the rules
I'm going outside, I'm having this ride
I'm breathing the dust, my head's full of rust
I'm having a tea in front of the sea
I'm killing my soul, I'm losing the ball [ends G]
But explain me, explain me, explain me the truth
Dear wandering friend with no shoes to bend
And show me, show me, show me her eyes
I'm actually blind with nothing to find
Forgive me, forgive me and give me a home
My guitar is broken, my heart is broken
The sidewalk, the station of South Kensington
I'm dreaming of you, I'm living so cruel
I'm taking a glass full of longing at last
I'm mad as myself, I'm the one you should hate
And I'm smelling fire, I'm living my fate
And you cannot know, you cannot hear
my lips hanging: I'm stuck on a plea
But explain me, explain me, explain me the truth
Dear wandering friend with no shoes to bend
And show me, show me, show me her eyes
I'm actually blind with nothing to find
Forgive me, forgive me and give me a home
My guitar is broken, my heart is broken
The pub, the station of South Kensington
But explain me, explain me, explain me the truth
Dear wandering friend with no shoes to bend
And show me, show me, show me her eyes
I'm actually blind with nothing to find
Forgive me, forgive me and give me a home
My guitar is broken, my heart is broken
The station, the station of South Kensington
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3. |
Subway Station
03:31
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Lights down low, my mind is sleeping behind a dark curtain
I'm flying somewhere with my fingertips playing a sad song
the sun is nowhere, I'd like to know where all this light comes from
off the road there's a rain, dirty and dead before the first daylight
My mind is drifting into a place I'd like to find today
I'm waiting now, I'm waiting for the train at the subway station
Blue stupid sky above my head, above this subway station
you're waiting for us, you always keep a eye pointed here
the sun is a trip, I'd like to know where it's going to end now
and the song is now mute, and the sunset is flaming up again
My sister daylight, she will never cry like the morning stars,
she's waiting now, she's waiting for the first train
at the subway station
(resting at the subway station...)
My sister daylight, she's still silent, unable to start the song
she's waiting now, she's waiting for the first train
at the subway station
(sleeping at the subway station...)
(dreaming at the subway station...)
And the train is stopping here.
(And the song is over now!)
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4. |
Indifference
05:05
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The sign, a plan I was scraping,
very fact I was lying at myself.
Solitude is an enemy I was caressing
very fact I was singing out of tune.
The lake, I never dared to reach the lake
very fact I'm tied to my roots.
That lady, a love I was rejecting
very fact I couldn't love anymore.
Indifference
two more steps and nothing left to say
Indifference
heartbeats turning into raindrops
Confidence is a friend I punched away
very fact I cannot think anymore.
The way, the way I had to lose again
very fact I will not grow up.
The garden, a concept I never had for me
very fact I just don't want a home.
(you know there's no home after all)
Indifference
two more steps and nothing left to say
Indifference
heartbeats turning into raindrops
Radio, I never dared to turn you on
very fact I'm no vintage guy.
The airport, a building I always liked
very fact I need to travel more.
The future, a word I never felt like mine
very fact I am quite scared of death.
The music, that's what I'm doing now
very fact I'm just a dreamy boy.
The cigarette, something I never gave a damn
very fact I'm quite bound to life.
Berlin, a city I found by chance
very fact I'm not indifferent to life.
Indifference...
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5. |
Swedish Reggae
04:07
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Not in my name, don't play that song in my name
since I am neither a rockstar nor an alternative mastermind
let me just play what I feel into my paunch
for instance pop, jazz, blues, even nu-metal and Swedish reggae
My guitar wants to kill any possible hypocrisy
my bass guitar can feel the pressure of being an indie icon
but I'm not Jimi and I'm not Jaco, I am just a sort of man
who loves women, beer and Swedish reggae
Alright, I could feel satisfied
Alright, I could feel myself alive
So long, woman with the red shirt
Come on, let's go to Luleå...
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6. |
Reykjavík
03:01
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Cold night under a red moon, waiting for the sun
Snow in your pants, in your shoes, everywhere
Icy people, blonde hair, look at you suspiciously
Like an alien, another type of human being in Reykjavik
Blue eyes, skins widened by twenty-four Januaries
now in search of a chill, a sensation to describe
You know you could feel yourself estranged in this place
Even if you're open-minded, be aware here's another piece of world
And volcanoes, geysers, cold waters, a bright soft wind whispering
A very cold paradise with evil fires bursting on
Dancing about through the night in the habits of the land
like a sad smile, a very sweet tear
like the place where I'm living
like Reykjavík...
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7. |
Ombra Latina
04:27
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Ombra latina, voce sincera
un suono che cade sulla sabbia nuda
croste di spazio, bottiglie di cielo
cemento e vuoto sotto un sole nero
Batte e ribatte quest'altra serata
un'eco nascosta dentro una serenata
mentre la voce produce un sentore
la musica è forte, ma sa esser soave
E poi s'arricogghie n'avutra sirata,
n'ecu ammucciata dintra na sirinata,
vuci arrimazzati supra tutti li mura,
ma la musica è duci, 'un ni lassa mai fòra
Cresce e matura un'altra stagione
un'altro timbro, un'altra canzone,
leggere le note come farfalle
si accingono ad esser conchiglie volanti.
Ombra latina, voce sincera,
un pezzo scritto su una pergamena,
finestre aperte, la brezza che fischia
l'odore di mare crea dipendenza.
Ùmmira latina, vuci sincera,
na canzuni scritta supra na pirgamina,
taliannu i varchi, lu ventu s'aisa
lu ciavuru dû mari duna dipindenza.
E poi s'arricogghie n'avutra sirata,
n'ecu ammucciata dintra na sirinata,
vuci arrimazzati supra tutti li mura,
ma la musica è duci, 'un ni lassa mai fòra
Ùmmira latina, vuci spardata,
spittannu l'alba di na nova jurnata
s'adduma la luci ni lati di strati
li cosi lari ni l'hamu scurdati
Latin shadow, honest voice,
a song written on a music note,
windows are open, wind whispering
the scent of the sea is quite addictive.
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8. |
The City
07:01
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My city by night is a mystery unsolved
my city by night is an experience to be told
my city by night, streets are moaning, people's gone
just a few youngsters screaming
trying to touch the sky with their mind
My city by night, a romantic fog choking the bus stop
you're staring at some lady's beauty
and think how life can be cruel with you
My city by night, the rain is coming by surprise
you're all alone with no protection
the trains aren't caring about you
they just let you out
if you choose to enjoy one more second of soulfulness.
And I build another pointless castle of words
on top of my insane experiences
and I keep building and shipping them
to an address I still have to find out
and I keep thinking of addresses
from all the alcoholic complaints I had
It's night now in the city, a map laying at the station
I'm trying to find your street, girl,
even though you didn't even tell me your name
but that, that was alright anyway.
It's night now in the city, I'd like to throw my personality
into the little green bag of ancient things
and leave it staring at the flea market
next to stolen bikes and dirty beds
broken mattresses, fake ethnic antics and cheap street food.
And my city by night is all like this
but it is all just in my head
because it's night and it's just me alone
plus a few selected others around
but I'm unsure they might be real.
And my city by night is all like this
sounds like a plan, it's up to you
up to the madness of your thoughts
up to the railway running fast
My city by night, it stares at me
like an old mother at her kids
and there is only one thing left to say:
you can love it, you can live with it
but there's no escape, there's no escape
there's no escape, there's no escape from here in the end
there's no escape, there's no escape from the city in the end
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9. |
The Wrocław Gallery Club
04:36
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Teddy bear watching me
radio's down, TV's nothing left to see
lights showing up the heaven
the heaven of Saturday night
I got lost once again
I am in poland for one more day
drinking piwo, kawa, herbata
eating pierogi all the time
I'm hiding in the kernel of the earth
far from the heaven of Saturday night
(it is the heaven of Saturday night)
Bon Iver remixed by some guy
cocktails made to expensive clothes
chairs are speaking of history
people drinking over it
people smoking over it
in the heaven of Saturday night
And you gave me that EBow
and you are dancing on top of it
you say stuff, you say things
but I am so glad I am out of town
I am so glad for these tears
I am so glad it's just my pen
(I'm so glad, I'm so glad, I'm so glad...)
Giving out the inner of my soul
smelling like a 10 zloty beer
I will stop drinking one of those days
now i will drink to celebrate this statement
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10. |
Leaving Again Now
04:29
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Angelo Romano Palermo, Italy
Born 1982 in Sicily, Angelo Romano is a singer-songwriter with a totally personal approach to music and arts. His life is kind of a weird storybook, with several cities all around where he spent some time and lived his life: from Pisa to Florence, from Ottawa to Amsterdam, from Groningen to Berlin, Utrecht, Barcelona and then Palermo, where he is currently based. ... more
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