1. |
The Awakening
01:20
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2. |
Gold Star
04:05
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GOLD STAR (Mao Holiday)
It’s been so long and I’m so far
too many adventures and lonely nights,
my skin of steel and my dirty gold heart
will make a toast to you.
A toast to my friends that are here by my side
and also to those that are gone, not forgotten.
To those who wanted to see my sunken ship
when no ocean or tide was stronger than me.
Who gave me a hand and a shoulder to cry
this toast is to you thank you so very much,
and those who broke my heart in the past
and those who were naughty and screwed up this man.
A toast to you all, and a toast to the best,
let’s all raise our glass: make a toast on The Babes.
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3. |
Down Here
01:48
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DOWN HERE (Mao Holiday)
All my people are down here
and have nothing to eat,
little John has no excuses
goes to work he is only six,
playing football with his friends
is just a dream for kids like John,
and school is just a word
that will never exist for him.
Little John someday
is gonna be an adult,
and won’t be able to understand why or who
made him homeless without a chance,
getting picked up from the shadows of the street.
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4. |
Do Something
01:54
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DO SOMETHING (Matt Ren Ex)
Always telling fucking stories
about your fucking future glories,
if I had a grain of foreign sand
you'd say you'd go visit that land.
Do something, do something, do something!
get off your ass!
Tell me every fucking day
about the shit that's coming your way,
life's too short to procrastinate
Do something before it's too late.
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5. |
Lima Limon
02:32
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LIMA LIMON (Matt Ren Ex)
Wake up in the morning drink a fuckin’ beer
the alarm clock is the last thing I wanna hear
have to take two buses just to get to work
why am I alive? I’m such a fucking jerk.
I’m a loser, drug abuser, I’m a boozer, a womanizer.
Now is time to clock out, drink another beer
now is time to clock in, can’t you see these tears?
I wasn’t made to be someone’s slave,
I gotta get out before I hit my grave.
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6. |
Song of Finola
03:58
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SONG OF FINOLA (Matt Ren Ex)
Silent oh Moyle, be the rage of the waters
break not yet breezes, your chain of repose
murmuring Mournfulley, Lir’s lonely daughter
tells the night star her tale of her woes.
When -shall-the swan, her death note singing?
Sleep-with-wings, in darkness furled?
When -will -Heaven it’s sweet ringing bell?
Call-my-spirit, from this stormy world?
Sadly oh Moyle, thy winter waves weeping
fate bids me languish long ages away
still, in darkness, Erin lies sleeping
still doth pure light, it’s dawning delay
When-will-that-daystar, mildly spring?
Warm-our-isle, with peace and love?
When-will-heaven it’s sweet bell ringing?
Call-my-spirit, to the fields above?
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7. |
Rampton Song
01:33
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RAMPTON SONG (Disorder)
We're all mad we're all insane
we've only got half a brain
said I wasn't very well
now I've got this padded cell
(AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!)
Rampton!
Doctor said I was very ill
gave me pretty colored pills
hit my doctor with a hatchet
now I've got this special jacket
(AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!)
Rampton!
Then I started to complain
so they fiddled about with my brain
said it would be good for me
gave me neurosurgery
(AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!)
Rampton!
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8. |
Kids
02:13
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KIDS (Matt Ren Ex)
The kids are getting out of school
they don't give a fuck about your golden rule
the kids are out there having fun
life's not planned away, it's just begun!
The Kids are out there on the street and the kids they don't need you
The kids are out there having fun, and the kids they don't need you
Where's to go, and who's to meet
how we make it on the street?
I don't fucking know!
all I know is we gotta go.
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TOMORROW SEEMS SO FAR AWAY (Matt Ren Ex)
Tomorrow seems so far away
Why don’t we live for today?
When yesterday is all said and done
Why don’t we just have some fun?
Look in the mirror you are demonizing me
whatever happened to your hospitality?
my hair is still spiky, my eyes are still blue
so whatever happened, happened to you.
When I first met you
I was so drunk I should be dead
then we made love so hard
we broke your fucking bed.
just tell me, what happened?
you treat me like a skunk!
so whatever happened,
happened to you
I’m captured by your pretty eyes
I wanna be in your tights
we are so happy together
like total freaks of a feather.
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10. |
Dandelions
03:21
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DANDELIONS (Mao Holiday)
If you wanna go take my hands,
if you wanna hate because we laugh,
all I got’s honey and my wildest dreams…
I ain’t got no dough!
Soplo dandelions para ti mi amor
que mis deseos se hagan realidad,
robarte bien lejos donde las estrellas
confundan tus ojos con una de ellas.
Soplo dandelions de muchos tamaños
besar tus cabellos, perderme en tus labios
abrazar tu cuerpo fuerte con mis piernas,
reír como locos y amar con pasión.
Susurrar canciones con letras prohibidas
que solo tú entiendas pues son para ti,
que amarte en silencio a distancia coincida
con esta canción que nunca tendrá fin
Recuerdo tus besos, mis manos, tus pechos
que año tras años estuvieron aquí
ahora en secreto que el mundo lo sepa
soplo dandelions que lleguen a ti.
Soplo dandelions que exciten tu cuerpo,
desnuden tu alma y te llenen de mí
y así respirator los deseos prohibidos
que sueño despierto desde que te vi en Paris.
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11. |
The Choice is up to You
01:48
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THE CHOICE IS UP TO YOU (Matt Ren Ex)
Life can be luxury or it can be misery.
I choose the first, don’t wanna live life in a hearse
tired of your what to do, you never start and think it through,
the choice is up to you, so watcha gonna do?
Do you wanna be a clone starring at your fuckin’ phone
or do you have the guts, to be your fuckin’ self?
do you wanna be in a band or slave away in Poundland
the choice is up to you, what you gonna do?
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12. |
Chia Sue
03:01
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CHIA SUE (Mao Holiday)
12 de Octubre en America un día como hoy
tres carabelas de escoria empezaron su invasión:
tierra a la vista y que parezca un accidente Colón:
destrucción, violación, robo y manipulación.
I was praying to the wrong god Chia Chia Chia
I was praying to the god I don’t believe in
I was praying to the wrong god Sue
Ya van mas de quinientos años y aún siguen sin razón
pidiendo guerra ocultándose en el nombre de un Dios
lavemos los cerebros cunda en pánico y control,
porque quien quiere paz, se vuelve maricón.
Celebrando sin sentido y saqueando sin razón:
los pueblos que hoy honramos gritan reivindicación
Que no se repita la historia, aunque hoy sucede en medio mundo
Donde el fuerte abusa del débil con falacias en discursos.
No!, no mas falacias intoxicadas!
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