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Shot Of Life
04:04
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There’s a note on my guitar that is so shy so shy I don’t know how to find it
But I’m getting ready for when it arrives
A shot of life a shot of life
I will climb that Ivory Tower and shall look everywhere To Henry James and the Angels I will ask is she there
I am lost lost lost in the middle of a big black sea
My ship is broke and I’ve hit a major slump
Without my gyroscope the last time I heard that note Was when I pinched it off Icky Thump
There’s a note on my guitar the is so shy so shy I don’t know how to find it
But I’m getting ready for when it arrives
A shot of life A shot of life
Like snow melting on her lily white hand
like the sound a courtyard makes in the rain
pure so pure it set me free I need to feel her again
lost lost lost in the current of a Chinese typhoon It picks me and throws me down
Somewhere across the seventh fret
the hopeless rays of love did set
and now a kind has lost his crown
There’s a note on my guitar the is so shy so shy I don’t know how to find it
But I’m getting ready for when it arrives
A shot of life A shot of life
There’s a note on my guitar the is so shy so shy I don’t know how to find it
But I’m getting ready for when it arrives
A shot of life A shot of life
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Rosegarden
02:05
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Rosegarden
See this beautiful rose garden it don't stay pretty on its own so said my mother to me
this summer when i went home
There’s a special way to prune them they need water everyday
and lets hope the wind is kind Doesn't blow them all away
Some years there’s just too much rain
Or that snow it just don't care
But when you do it long enough you learn For some things you just cant prepare
And the soil gets dry when spring time ends So what you do is work some more
Now just cultivate, do what it takes
It’s for the love that you’re doing it for
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Abracadabra
02:42
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Abracadabra
Another Tuesday morning, Alfred packs his things and gets to work He doesn't mind that much, he doesn't mind at all
Bean counter by day, but it’s only temporary or so he tells himself And when he gets home, so begins the show
He’s got a red hat and a magic almanac Does the straight jacket escape
Super natural feats, illusions to defy believe And the biggest trick of all he’ll save till last when Alfie disappears
No one knows his secret , hidden in the attic on Ellesmere Road
He doesn't mind that much, he doesn't mind at all
The card tricks need perfecting, so he’s making notes late into the night Puts on his spectacles, and fixes himself a bite
He’s got a red hat and a magic almanac Does the straight jacket escape
Super natural feats, illusions to defy believe And the biggest trick of all he’ll save till last when Alfie disappears
Oh Alfie please don't disappear
Long may your cabaret dreams shine so bright
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I’m Your Man
03:50
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I’m Your Man
I fall asleep behind the wheel; the rumble strip wakes me up
Rub my eyes roll & down the window to get some cold wind on my face
Now give me something that I can feel, turn that dial all the way left and all the way right There’s still a long drive ahead of me tonight
If I don’t stop I will be home when the morning rays appear
To see you there all looking lovely, “Hey, you’re back how did it go” Tell you all about the shows, met some people on the road
Doing what I had to do and I thought of was
Getting back to you and I cant wait
I want you more than I could want no other How the longest day slip slides away When you tell me I’m your man
All the way home like a tearaway Going as a fast as I as I can go As fast as I can go
And I can see it clearly yeah yeah I can see it clearly
I want nothing, I want nothing else
I’m getting back to you and I cant wait
I want you more than I could want no other How the longest day slip slides away When you tell me I’m your man
So tell me I’m your man
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Fat Charlie knows well the stories he tells
He said to me , “Man, it’s the life that I choose If it gives me a feeling then I’ll lay it down”
Fat Charlie sings the blues
Fat Charlie does the old 12 bar in ragtime
And the people applaud as he’s singing it true He sweats out the old ghosts, the lovers , the fire Fat Charlie he knows a tune
Once they tried to make him a star They flew him out there to Hollywood Where all that glitters aint gold
Well it did suck him right in
The bright lights and the gin
And Charlie did suffer a perilous fall
It was down there on Denmark St playing for change The last time that I saw Charlie
I said hey man you look good and you’re sounding great Hesaid,“ahyouknow,I dowhatIdo”
Fat Charlie he sings the blues
Sing for me Charlie now, I need you here to see me through
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Fall Into Heaven
03:06
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Fall Into Heaven
Two kids on a train heading west
He says to here let’s just keep on going, I dont want to stop When I’m tied to your arms I’m free
It’s like I fall into heaven, and I dont want to stop
Thick as thieves they know no better Grab that loot and stick together
They count their money they weigh up their options
What to do? “Well, let’s head for the border” and that’s where they go ‘Cause Bonnie & Clyde think no one else knows how it feels
To fall into heaven and just let yourself go
Built to last we’ll run forever
She says Clyde I’ve got your back now let’s stick together
It happens so fast
You’ll miss it just by blinking
It’s here and in a moment then it’s gone But there’s no doubt , no doubting it at all
When you know you know you just know When you know you know you just know When you know you know you just know
Want to reach out and grab you
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A Bigger Picture
03:21
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A Bigger Picture
I long for that sound
To hear that lonesome wind howl Working in the city, the tide is high On a river of brake lights
Dust clouds like sharp knives
I’d be lost without signal
And I’ve got nothing but deadlines
I look ahead but its hard to focus
‘Cause none of this means shit to me now
I close my eyes and I can see a bigger picture a bigger picture
When did it all, when did it all
When did it all start to matter so much
Now the way I see it
Is a different landscape
To what they know, to how they see I’m leaving this city
‘Cause I’ve been told
You just set down your easel
And away you go
I look ahead and I try to focus On all I’ve never seen before And there is it right in front of me A bigger picture
A bigger picture
When did it all, when did it all
When did it all start to matter so much
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The Impossible Breaks Free
Crowds gathered the rumours were true Today is the day
Up on the skyline a figure is dancing With the clouds and birds and the rain And someone shouts
Man on wire! Man on wire!
Out of the ordinary the impossible breaks free We are standing on the edge of creation
It’s all around us so come on angel eyes
Dont be blue dont be blue
What of the danger what if he falls Well what if he cant lose?
Stretched out across eternity
He sees the world the way he choose
Sky’s on the fire
And the crowd roars Man On Wire!
Out of the ordinary the impossible breaks free We are standing on the edge of creation
It’s all around us so come on angel eyes
Dont be blue dont be blue
Dont be blue dont be blue
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9. |
Passera’
04:39
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Passera’ Passera’
Mi dico dai che passera’ Sento voci nella notte Parlano di te
Parlano di te
Lo so gia’ lo so gia’
sai che io lo so gia’
Basterebbe non pensarci
Ed invece, eccoli qua di nuovo di qua
Prova a dire al vento tira un po’ in dietro Senti che si fa due belle risate
Prova a dire al tuono suona un po’ piu’ piano Tutto a suo tempo
Ed anche questo, anche questo Passera’
E di qua, di qua
E’ da un po’ che non passavo piu’ di qua Hanno rivestito la mia vecchia casa
Adesso c’e’ qualcun altro li per la sua strada
Prova a dire all’onda adagio sullo scoglio Vedi che ti mostra la sua bella bandiera
O chiedi alla notte quando torni nel tuo blu Tutto a suo tempo
Prova a dire al vento tira un po’ in dietro Senti che si fa due belle risate
O chiedi alla notte quando torni nel tuo blu Tutto a suo tempo
Ed anche questo, anche questo
Passera’
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Julius Play His Winning Ace
Across the street some juveniles are scheming We’re in July, it’s two in the afternoon
They’ve no idea that in the basement here Julius’ life is about to change
Ok
There’s burn marks all over the green cloth of the card table They’ve been at it since the night before
The bets kept growing more and more
Four of them sat in this game
They’re all ready to be all in Ok
There’s wedding rings and mortgages And school funds and shark loans And cash nobody knows about
All sitting in that plate
Ok Ok
Robbie slices up the deck
And Matt The Dice he deals
Phili’s only got a straight, he folds
I’ll take one says Julius, careful not to give his game away And with a bead of sweat now dripping down his face
Julius plays his winning ace Julius plays his winning ace
Ah to lean into the wind
And feel the weight is over
Yes when your ship comes in
You will find it hard to say how it feels You will find it hard to say
Just how good it feels.
Julius play your winning ace
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Franc Cinelli London, UK
Franc Cinelli was born in Rome and grew up in London. He learned to play violin and guitar at a young age & toured ceaselessly before making records. Franc’s distinct rootsy indie folk joins together a healthy dose of spiritual cleansing and demon conquering with the help of varied influences crossing both Eastern and Western folk music. "A rootsy, bluesy, folky confection" R2 Mag ... more
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