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Night In Barranco
05:24
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Night In Barranco
Along the pacific coast in Lima
Under the grey skies
There’s a district called Barranco
An old bohemian paradise
Vultures are circling above bright houses
The walls are filled with art
Some of those paintings were just brought to life
Others are falling apart
Darkness is getting in
The shadows rule the land
All along the coast of Lima
The night it takes command
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
… Most beautiful place I know
Black birds tracing my tracks
In the streets of Barranco tonight
While kids and dogs in football shirts
Frolic around in red and white
The girl on the bridge is selling poems
They call it the bridge of sighs
She’s walking barefoot on wooden planks
The light of the moon in her eyes
They say – If you cross the bridge of sighs
And you’re feeling blue
Hold your breath and make a wish
And it will come true
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
… Most beautiful place I know
I can see the light of the cross upon the hill
Shining for everyone who’s been killed
A lonesome sign under the stars
Made out of hundreds of iron bars
In Barranco the night has just begun
Where the streets are filled with arts
Where another Latino band is playing
Songs of broken hearts
Darkness is getting in
The shadows rule the land
All along the coast of Lima
The night it takes command
Barranco in the night
Under the moonlight
It is beautiful, it’s nice
Bohemian paradise
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
Night in Barranco
… Most beautiful place I know
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2. |
Shanghaid
03:51
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Shanghaid
I was shanghaid in the heat of the night
When friends and money were gone
Drinking black rum with some sailors from Spain
Until the break of dawn
A quayside bar in Ho Chi Minh City
Was the last place I saw on land
I fell asleep on the soiled wooden floor
While things got out of hand
Wandering over the ocean –
Shanghaid!
The very next day I found myself
Below deck on a ghost cruise ship
Far out on the open sea
The beginning of a nightmare trip
They put me in chains by day
And into the ship’s band at night
Trapped on a floating wreck
I never was in daylight
There’s no rescue and no land in sight –
Shanghaid!
They forced me to play the piano
Even though I can’t!
But I invented some new kind of Mambo
And became the leader of the band
So I got hold of the key to the gun safe
And took over the ship
By starting a mutinity
I ended that nightmare trip
Wandering over the ocean –
Shanghaid!
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3. |
Lost In Abancay
05:18
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Lost in Abancay
The rain came down
From the mountains
Scaring the birds away
Pushing the city into the night
By covering the day
After a distant thunder rumble
The storm took me by surprise
I got lost in Abancay
Rain on my skin and in my eyes
I got lost in Abancay
Lost in the rain
I got lost
On unexplored terrain
In the Andes mountains
I found new friends
This is the way
Being lost ends…
I found new friends
The floods ran down the street
And washed me into a bar
It was called “La Ley”
And I was forced to stay
In that pub with the black guitar
I was soaked and I was cold
Ordered Cuscena and Pisco
I shared a table with two guys
Their names were
Abel and Francisco
I got lost in Abancay
Lost in the rain
I got lost
On unexplored terrain
In the Andes mountains
I found new friends
This is the way
Being lost ends…
I found new friends
I didn’t speak their Quetchua
Still we were talking all night long
And sometimes Abel
Took the black guitar
To play a Peruvian song
The rain came down
From the mountains
On an early October friday
I got lost in Abancay
Like a stranded Ernest Hemingway
I got lost in Abancay
Lost in the rain
I got lost
On unexplored terrain
In the Andes mountains
I found new friends
This is the way
Being lost ends…
I found new friends
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4. |
I Never Had A Hit
03:40
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I Never Had A Hit
I ain’t got no big estate
I ain’t got no swimming pool
I don’t drive any luxury cars
Don’t need no richness to be cool
Never wrote a song like “In The Summer Time”
Or “I Did It My Way” – But I don’t give a shit!
I never had a hit
I don’t need no golden watertaps
No greek marble floor
I don’t need securities
To guard my entrance door
Never wrote a song like “Yesterday”
Or “Smells Like Teen Spirit” – But I don’t give a shit!
I never had a hit
I ain’t got no motorship
With princesses on board
There’s no fanclub and no cult
I’m neither a leader nor the lord
Ain’t got no island and no french castle
No diamonds&pearls outfit – I don’t give a shit!
I never had a hit
I never wrote a song like “Billie Jean”
Or “Like A Rolling Stone”
No “Good Vibrations”,“Let It Be”!
No “Cowboy of Rhinestone”
I will never sit in my own 747 cockpit
But I don’t give a shit!
I never had a hit
I never had a hit I never had a hit
If you don’t get it you can’t lose it
I never had a hit I never had a hit
I don’t give a shit! I never had a hit
Don’t wanna be like Elvis
Not The King and not the Prince
I don’t need to eat lobsters
Black caviar or Japanese Quince
I got a one-room flat, my bicycle
My guitar and that’s it – I don’t give a shit!
I never had a hit
I never wrote a song like “Purple Rain”
I never wrote “Blue Monday”
I ain’t got no “Heart Of Gold”
But still the rent to pay
I never wrote a song like “Yesterday”
Or “Smells Like Teen Spirit” – But I don’t give a shit!
I never had a hit
I never had a hit I never had a hit
If you don’t get it you can’t lose it
I never had a hit I never had a hit
I don’t give a shit! I never had a hit
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5. |
The Chimney Sweep
04:56
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The Chimney Sweep
I got a black angel on the roof
With waving golden hair
I’m sure she’s weatherproof
When she’s working in high air
Got a black angel on the roof
With a soot-blackened face
She’s doing her job in dizzying heights
With a ballet dancer’s grace
Black angel under the sun
Girl on the roof – beloved one
Black angel in the sky
Where the doves and the sparrows
And the airships fly
How can I come closer
Cause I suffer from vertigo
The only way for me is from
A safe position below
Maybe I could hold the ladder
For her descent into my world from the top
And afterwards I would invite her
To my favourite coffee shop
Black angel under the sun…
The angel remains unreachable
Like the world she lives in
Up there over the rooftops
Where I have never been
The only thing she leaves behind
When she walks out my door
Is the smell of smoke and fire
And black footsteps on the floor
Black angel under the sun…
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Captain Cook (Song to Moriarti)
Alex had a talking parrot
Since the day he arrived in America
It was good to have a friend
After leaving the coast of Africa
He was a proud and conceited bird
With appeal and good looks
He had feathers of green and red
And his name was “Captain Cook”
He travelled with his master
All over the land
Negotiator, Interpreter
The bird proved to be a helping hand
They climbed the highest mountain
Down in Ecuador
They reached the top together
Where no man has gone before
They were friends
Of all the animals and flowers
They sailed the Orinoco
Discovered electric eels
Received electric shocks
And escaped head over heels
Then they went into the biggest cavern
And dicovered the oilbird
But to the captain’s disappointment
It couldn’t speak a word
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7. |
Road To Ayacucho
07:47
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Road To Ayacucho
I’m on the road to Ayacucho
On a dirty mountain highway
I’m on the road to Ayacucho
On a hot sunshiny day
I’ll be shaken up
In an old bus machine
The air is full of dust
And it smells like gasoline
Riding along
Serpentine roads
An ancient country coach
Full of travelers with their loads
Groaning and moaning
The bus is struggling its way up
Climbing like a capricorn
The engine better not stop
And down to the valleys
It is braking hard
Like a frightened dog
Slipping down
An icy boulevard
Riding along…
Mud-plastered cottages
And deshevelled trees
Passing my window
Farmers working on their knees
Scattered lamas
Goats and toads
Are crossing all along
The dusty winding roads
Riding along…
We’re riding along
In walking pace
An iron mule
On a turtle race
I hope that we don’t fall
Into a riverbed
I should get that
Out of my head
Riding along…
Close to the edge
Of the abyss
Close to death
Close to Lucifer’s kiss
A crappy roller coaster
At walking speed
The will to survive
Is a simple creed
Riding along…
I’m on the road to Ayacucho
That name means „place of the dead“
Now I know why
I got it in my head
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8. |
Pool In Bangkok
05:54
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Pool in Bangkok
It’s 3am in a dark saloon
The air is full of smoke
I spent the night playin pool
Miles away from a masterstroke
My eyes are burning my legs are weak
Beer is getting warm
I’m racking up the balls on the table
Another last game to perform
Last game in Bangkok
Late at night
One last game
Until the first sunlight
Last game in Bangkok
Late at night
Keep on chasing
Bullet in white
This table is a battleground
And that cue it is my gun
I won’t leave this place
Until victory has come
The balls are gliding over the green
Stained by liqueur and nicotine
Coloured bullets rolling
Through the night
Who’s gonna win that fight?
Last game in Bangkok
Late at night
One last game
Until the first sunlight
Last game in Bangkok
Late at night
Keep on chasing
Bullet in white
It’s 4am in a dark saloon
This is the showdown,
Bangkok-High Noon
All the colours are gone
Decision will be taken at dawn
Lonesome black eight is sneaking
Through stretches of enemy land
Straight to the heart of the foe
And pocketed by a sure hand
Last game in Bangkok
Late at night
One last game
until the first sunlight
Last game in Bangkok
Late at night
Keep on chasing
Bullet in white
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9. |
I Followed The Summer
03:57
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I Followed The Summer
It was in Cancun
The stars were shining bright
One night in June
I got you by my side
We felt marooned
On an island
Under the moon
A gentle breeze was blowing
From the sea
We were sitting in the sand
Under a palm tree
Watching the crabs
Crossing the beach
Easily
I followed the summer
It wasn’t you
The summer
And here’s the last song for you
I followed the summer, the sun
The wind and the sand
I wish that I could make you
Understand
I remember the day
On Montezuma’s fortress
Sitting on top
You were wearing that blue dress
Let your gaze
Drift into the distance
A wonderful sight
I confess
We watched the iguanas
Sunbathing on the rocks
Peyoti with butterflies
And the dead trees with the hawks
Waiting for the sunset
Smoking a cigarette
I followed the summer
It wasn’t you
The summer
And here’s the last song for you
I followed the summer, the sun
The wind and the sand
I wish that I could make you
Understand
And I could not get enough
Of that turqoise water
And the shining sky above
Where the wind and the sea
Become a perfect harmony
Where ev’ryone
Is feeling free
Where ev’ryone
Is feeling free
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When the Ship comes in
Oh, the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease
To be breathin’
Like the stillness in the wind
Before the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in
And the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline
Will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the morning will be breaking
Oh, the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they’ll be smiling
The rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in
And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood
As they’re spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom
Of the ocean
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on
To the shoreline
The sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in
Then the sands will roll out
A carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin’
And the ship’s wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world
Is watchin’
Oh, the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they’ll jerk from their beds
And think they’re dreamin’
But they’ll pinch themselves
And squeal
And know that it’s for real
The hour that the ship comes in
Then they’ll raise their hands
Sayin’ we’ll meet all your demands
But we’ll shout from the bow
Your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh’s tribe
They’ll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath,
They’ll be conquered
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Reverend Schulzz Hanau, Germany
The leading singer-songwriter from Hanau, Germany is said to be one of the country´s greatest storytellers and a true master of folk-based alternative anthems.
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