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Chewing at the rhythm of my bubblegum
I like Ramones and I bike the Stooges
But I hate that fucking wannabes
So much as I fucking hate me
Don’t ask me to calm down
I will never calm down
Don’t ask me to calm down
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2. |
Ashamed
01:44
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You crucified me
And said my future was wrote on a grave
And all my choices
Were D.O.A
And that the right for me
Was work at a sex shop
Hey!
Don’t wanna hear you say
That I’m still the same
And I should be so fuckin’ full of shame
And I say hey!
Don’t wanna hear you say
That I’m still the same
And I should be so fuckin’ full of shame
Did you remember all that bad names?
When you were angry
You used to say it loud for me
But now you’re lost
With a college degree of something that you probably never gonna be
And I say hey!
Don’t wanna hear you say
That I’m still the same
And I should be so fuckin’ full of shame
That I should be so fuckin’ full of shame
So fuckin’ full of shame
That I should be so fuckin’ full of shame
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3. |
All About Love
02:59
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So many say: you’re crazy
And you must be out of your sense
Spending time, waiting for my chance
To get my share
And I really don’t know why
I guess I’m losing my fucking mind, again
I don’t care what they say
I face the fact and take the pain, my friend
All the time I close my eyes and get inside
All the time I keep telling this ‘till the day that I die
It’s all about love
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4. |
Going Fast
02:25
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I don’t know why I care but I do
I don’t know why I should, but I should
I don’t know why I do, but I do
I don’t know why I cry but I do
I don’t know why I lie to you
I’m workin’ very hard to fix it for you
Growing slowly
I’m going fast
Rolling, rolling
Going fast
In this world upside down
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5. |
Getting Old
03:40
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Times are hard, but I don’t mind
I’m still kickin’ and jumpin’, alright
I don’t feel the pressure and I don’t understand
All these things that are happening to me
I’m just still the same
The same of yesterday
I did not change
Not even a goddamn thing
And you did not change, you know!
So stop to think of getting old
Goddamn just let it roll
Old, old
Forget about getting old
Let the kids play their blues
Let us drink and make our fuzz
Stop judging us, stop to complain man
We love the music, it eases the pain
I’m just still the same
The same of yesterdays
I did not change
Not even a goddamn thing
And you did not change, you know
So stop to think of getting old
Goddamn just let it roll
Old, old
Forget about getting old
Old, old
Goddamn just let it roll
Cah’ mi said New words, new sound, new power
The future is now so we need fuh look forward
Nah mattah fuh di worry dem ‘n fuh wha dem seh
System promote too much tricks fuh di yutes dem mind, friend
So nuff ah dem go walk like a mummies, like zombies
Truth dat di whole dem ah blind
How much more shit dem promote
More shit people quick gwan fuh buy
So step out getting old and live di new every time
New philosophy, new style, di new nevah die
Iver and Iver mi live inna Ites, I man livity is Rastafari
Old, old
Forget about getting old
Old, old
Goddamn just let it roll
Getting older, getting older
Just let it roll...
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6. |
Blood On The Streets
03:32
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Fear on the streets in this sunny town
Singers been murdered
From dusk 'till dawn
Another shotgun silenced a man
Oh my gosh
It was Mother's Day
But I know that you will never realized
Until the smell of death comes to your door
Until this day you will be seated at home
Watching football and having fun
With some dope
Let's start a riot!
There's blood on the streets
Let's start a riot!
A body on the floor
Blood on the streets!
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7. |
Broken Dreams And Hopes
03:06
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Angie is worried about the bills
And the high cost of living
She misses her son and home
She works all day at the drugstore
It takes 2 hours to get there
She’s gettin’ really really bad
Jay feels lonely in this town even married and with a kid
He is gettin’ really really down
One hundred friends on his contacts
But no one sends not one e-mail
JM cries every night
Broken dreams and hopes
Broken hopes and dreams
Broken dreams and hopes
Sharon misses her hometown
Even knowing that she really hates it
She's almost giving up
Came to the city just to be the one
Lost everything including her own self
She’s fully lost in this hell
Broken dreams and hopes
Broken hopes and dreams
Broken dreams and hopes
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8. |
Kings
01:10
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In history some civilians have struggled and became kings
With each one's particularity each with its gift
Won millions of loyal subjects and made enemies dance
With a crown, a throne, a band reigned until death
Some of them preached peace in the kingdom, preached about politics
Rocking to the sounds of plebes, won its value for eternity
Elvis is king of rock
And Reggae's king is Bob
Fela created the afrobeat
And Roberto is our king
We don't know why
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9. |
Celebrate
03:14
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Clock slave
Nicotine coffee bomb
Suit and tie
Working class rock'n roller
Days seems like weeks on this rollercoaster ride
You can't see the sun
You are locked in a fucking cage
Trapped by the rats, fed by their greed
You really know what you must need
Sometimes is hard to carry on
A blind man without a cane
Looking for gold
Sometimes my mind just screams
Give me some, give me some, give me some action!
All I want is to celebrate now
All I want is to celebrate
We are
Ok, alive!
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10. |
A Saint Called Sylvia
02:24
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Her mom and dad named her Sylvia, born in the Europe's heartland
Since childhood she showed a sweet heart and an angelical face
Caress and kindness are marks of the girl
That reveals every person's true faith
She takes away the sorrow of our lives
And brings us an unveiled bliss
Late at night when your heart is in pain
And your body is craving for some comfort
Just make sure she’s ready to start
Her splendidly sweet prayer
It won’t take long, in just a little while, I’m sure she’ll refresh all your faith
She adorns your vagaries and makes you cheer up in a cold and lonesome day
After wake up you’ll be her devout
With your mind astonished by her presence
I’ve one more declaration to make
We plead the Pope make Sylvia a saint
I’m only here to say
That i listened to the people’s voice
It’s undeniable
The powers of this pretty little creature of god
It was a tough battle
And now I’m too old and tired
And I relinquished to be awarded
By the healing powers of Sylvia, the Saint
Late at night when your heart is in pain
And your body is craving for some comfort
I’ve one more declaration to make
He’s not Pope anymore, but Sylvia’s a saint
Amen
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11. |
Where Are You
02:27
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When I’m watchin’ at my window
The cars coming and passing by
I keep waiting patiently
To see you walkin’ one more time
Going home
I guess you live near me
I ain’t worried, one day you’re gonna see me
Where are you tonight? I don’t know!
I just wonder if you’d be alone
When I’m walkin’ down the streets
I wanna quickly go back home
Just to be staring at my window
And wait the time that you will show up
Going home
I guess you live near me
I ain’t worried, one day you’re gonna meet me
Where are you tonight? I don’t know!
I just wonder if you’d be alone
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I saw you at the bar all alone
Typing messages on a telephone
All I wanted was a chance
Ramones on the speakers
Bottle in my hands
And I took all my courage and I go to you and say
Let's dance the night away
Let's dance the night away
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13. |
Let The River Flow
03:21
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Hey baby I’m sorry
But I did all I could
And you will never know
That I’m thinking of you
And that’s why
I wrote this song
To never ever let you know
That it’s better let the river flow
‘Cause I really think it’s better baby
Be alone than live a life of lies
Like we’ve been done
Oh no
Let the river flow
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14. |
My Way My Strenght
03:12
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I look to the mirror
And I can´t recognize myself
I´m feeling dirty, disgusting
I´m not a half of what I used to be
It feels like drowning
In a sea of pointless pussies and sin
I scream for help
But this sound just can´t get out of my chest
And I know
I have to find my way
And I want
To have my strength again
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15. |
I Would Do It Again
02:48
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Yeah
Looking back the time
I was so close to the edge that I nearly died
All by myself
I started walking into the road of self-destruction
One by one
I began to lose my brothers
Replacing’em for weed, (blow), whisky and soda
Party never ends when you’re with another
Partner in crime
What a pretty motherfucker
Yeah!
I don’t regret a damn thing
And I would do it again
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I know that I will never be
All the things that I’d liked to be
I live my life the way I like
No matter what
I dream a lot about playing guitar
In your stereo, in your car
But now I’m back, right on the mark
Just where I started
‘Cause I’m doing it for me, myself and I
I keep hearing the beat of a song lost in time
Holding me like lashes that are hard to untie
‘Cause I’m doing it for me, myself and I
You say that I’ll never be
All the things that I dreamed to be
You say I’m fine, but outta time
And my songs are weak
I dreamed a lot my whole fuckin` life
I lost my chances but not my pride
And now I’m back, right on the mark
Just where I started
‘Cause I’m doing it for me, myself and I
I keep hearing the beat of a song lost in time
Holding me like lashes that are hard to untie
‘Cause I’m doing it for me, myself and I
Like all the guys who nobody knows
Playing they’re songs on Venice Beach
Feeling the indifference from all those leeches
I’m not alone
‘Cause I got my truth, I got my songs
I got the music, I gotta place to go
I’m not a hero
I’m a just fucking lost soul
Like a rolling stone
Rolling on
I keep rolling on
I’m still rolling on
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17. |
The End
03:10
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It’s the end of all we know
The beginning of something new
Not better nor, even worst
This is just what we have now
We fought so much to win
Enjoy the victory
So try to deal with this
And accept this new reality
We talked about it
But we never though
That this could be true
I guess I know all your disguises
When you say right meaning wrong
And I know what it’s all about
It’s about our good sake
Now it’s alright
And were coming home
Where we belong
Yeah it’s alright
We’re getting old
We’re getting Strong
We talked about it
But we never though
That this could be true
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