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Hey Lou!
00:32
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Thrill
03:46
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Clouds are talking in a moonlight,
wolves are raging in a fight,
Mr. Night is a handle man,
he’s just makin’ a clever plan,
somebody who doesn’t smell,
will be his a new cell,
but there’s not enough Peter Pans
so Mr. Night you’re just the lucky man, lucky man, lucky man, lucky man
I’m just somebody like Peter Pan,
just without the frying pan,
I can’t stand If a somebody
be the like jam..
Sun is shining to my face
so don’t call me a menace,
I’m that who bring the drug into the shade
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Time’s bad and God is sad,
he’s writing letter for a death,
cause the stones are alive,
they steal but they don’t feel,
they wash their hands in powder of conceit,
wake up here and don’t be frame
There’s a lady who came out of store,
she’s dying on a dirty floor,
waiting, breathing, speaking, praying, groaning for a heart of gold,
she’s a sad for her soul
Diamond shines on eyes of mind,
road to right conformity,
the bridge across the aura
shows you how to be a saint
follow the way to the land,
of the heart of gold..
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4. |
Honky Tonky Acid Blues
06:11
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When I go down in street in san Francisco
I think that’s the way what I do,
so don’t shout on my esquire
and just listen how to make a fire,
and running out of tune
and go out in a June,
so don’t be haze man
come here to me to the stand..
just shut up and hear, because of my gear babe.. hell yeah!
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5. |
Blacker Than Black
07:08
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I don’t know why why are feelings feelings so deep
why’s philosophy of life so complicated
thousands years are fading away and other machines are destroying white dawn for one vision, vision of the black, don’t know that’s the vision of the black,
why, why, why, why is everyth. Blacker than black // latent swamp is oblivion of the death //
silence engulf voice when the sand scoff the time and trains to heaven derail on,
on the way to the dead, dead valley,
I can see white dawn, because he’s dead, the devil with his work wants to a create war to destroy alive people, why,why,why,why is everything black…
I can see white dawn,
why’s everything black,
I wanna see the light..
but why..
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6. |
Voice
04:16
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There’s a storm slowly and quietly comin‘
shy like a roses thorn
sounds like a bell in horn
like closed key in chain in deep side of body
makes me wonder how can shine the ruby,
when the shadow has been forget
for an age of miracle death,
mind won’t find the light what shows how It was, when it flew by the thread, it shouldn’t eat your last shiver feel,
but strong as a steel runnin’ thru the wall of endless, endless voices fall,
voices are like a ghost
what can become last,
like shadow under lamp
or ink on the stamp,
voice inside shell is that only thing what left you there like ring on the hand..
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7. |
Feel
05:13
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When she said,
that I fly,
I can’t stand,
that she lies//
right question is way to the answer like cold breath,
simply closed like a feather, oh take me away,
feel the feel of feel of real, reality..
my world is closed, only me and you,
my ghost has lot of faces and I’ve been look to my space.. I’ve been look to my space.. if there’s a slowly coming train, slowly coming…
I prayed for her soul,
but she fucked it at all
So I hold it on.
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8. |
Nobody's Known
08:00
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The Thrill Kyjov, Czech Republic
The Thrill is a band created of four mad guys who want to make some unusuall music. It's a mix of stoner and psychedelic rock with some typical flavours of each person of the band.
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