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Mama's Burning Shame
04:33
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Lonely bastard
it used to be my name
lonely bastard
mama´s burning shame
lonely bastard
the poorest of the poor
lonely bastard
mama´s burning shame
The way I used to walk
words I used to talk
the way I used to fight
mama´s burning shame
For every step I took
force of evil on my trail
my childhood marked by crook
An old man had mercy on me and said
take this gun and begone
and never ever look back
I was rambling, seeking a destination
to settle down my ass and earn
some goddam reputation
On cold misty night I walked in
the town called Luttenberg
one hell of a place to commit a sin
For locals I was a con or private eye
malicious gossips spread out
they made me look even worse than devil`s spy
lonely youngun
It used to be my name
lonely youngun
mama´s burning shame
There was a man I had to bust
I aint asked for a reason
as long as the price was right
He was a decent and honest man
I felt sorry for him
that feeling vanished in a moment
When the glorious church bells rang
urgent measures were called for
I sent that man to a chain gang
lonely youngun
It used to be my name
lonely youngun
mama´s burning shame
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2. |
Hangman's Savior
02:49
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Long ago I met an old man
Lying in a street in a pool of blood
Some bully tried to be smart
Treating an old man very hard
I caught the boy and put a gun at his skinny head
His frozen eyes scared to death
Inner voice told me not to shoot
So I smashed his mouth tooth by tooth
A medical treatment in the nearest bar
Six glasses of whiskey and cynar
And dozen bottles of bear for thirst
The old man hesitating what to drink first
The jolly good old fella never wailed
being executive producer in jail
A skilful electrician and believe it or not
He knew how to tie a firm knot
All folk around fell on their knees
Laughing heartily through the tears
At the joke about jailbird´s last words
Seconds before the poor guy leaving this world
I am hangman´s saviour
He owes me a favor
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3. |
Dancing in a Bar
03:36
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The last guest disappeared in the night
Just she and me left inside
The harvest of solitariness in barman´s hand
He was counting, it wasnt so bad
She was drinking red wine, glass by glass all that time
Mumbling and yelling with her closed eyes
The tune of a love song dragged up her memories in realtime
She staggered to my table and gently took my hand
We were dancing in a bar
Among chairs and tables closely tied
The smell of her breath and cheap parfume,
that was her style
She fell asleep against my chest
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4. |
Tunnel of Redness
03:57
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In the middle of the square
in the outfit of the groom
the pillar of black death
casting a shadow against my back
there are children set in a row
and the people that I know
tossing red flowers in the air
destiny never fails
gunshot! gunshot! gunshot!
at the far end of the Tunel of redness
blood stain on her white wedding dress
red flowers fall on the ground
with that unbearable noisy sound
the time stop for a moment
a picture of a man with malicious grin
I roar out a single, cry of laughter
Tears like acid burn my face
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5. |
Korpus Krispi
01:32
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6. |
Vineyard is My Graveyard
04:14
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Tired and fed up with being every day drunk
I`ve decided to produce a well known trade mark
I took up when my father passed away, he used to work so hard
Whatever happens bury me in our family vineyard
Whatever happens bury me in our family graveyard
Vineyard is my graveyard
Vineyard is my grave
For my bones won´t find place elsewhere
I planted vines all over the ground
Dead sure they would soon enrich my account
My father would be proud cause Ive worked like a horse
I treated everyone without remorse
I just hoped that I and my Lord wouldnt regret
Vineyard is my graveyard
Vineyard is my grave
For my bones won´t find place elsewhere
The knuckles of hard times pounded on my door
Bacteria bit in my laboured splendour
So I declared chemical war on this disease
I purchased mean toxins God help me please
I just hoped that I and my Lord wouldnt regret
Vineyard is my graveyard
Vineyard is my grave
For my bones won´t find place elsewhere
Soon after the celebrating victory of war
Dark clouds in the sky came from the west
The unseen storm demolished all what worth living for
God, you crossed me, Im not your servant anymore
Now I drink beer and whiskey all days long
For my last physical deed I have to be mentally strong
You know I have to dig a six feet deep hole
cause I wanna lay down next to my family whole
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7. |
The Wine Intervention
03:41
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it was my routine night expedition
to accomplish a long-felt lustful mission
and I had been in all sorts of places
full of sleeky men with dull pale faces
as I was struck by a sight of apparition
o holly christ she was a divine creation
suddenly I felt a surge inside
as the devil claimed my inflamed pride
so I steeped my lips in wine
come hell or high water she shall be mine
the wine intervention relieved my tension
I approached and gave her all my best lines
But the words failed me within her gaze
A guy across the table was getting all her praise
and I whispered into her ear
so quiet that also others could hear
»creator gave him a handsome face and build
but he held back a little on the brains«
I couldnt let gods gift die in my belly
It is His will that wine makes me merry
I punched him square in his pretty face
his nose shone in red as if set ablaze
it looked like a tight match
but guy left the place without another scratch
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8. |
Kirk
03:41
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Deep voice of Kirk left me a message
I´ve got job for you
His lady ran away with the money
Kirk was pissed off like hell
Oh Kirk was bad, oh Kirk was mad
Kirk was highly recommended for kicking your ass
I went to some backward place
Where even the devil would feel disgust
She sat there behind a smoking curtain
Casting glimpses to desperate men
I caught a sparkle in her blue eyes
All of sudden we got stuck in bed
Amid all those deep passions
We forgot that Kirk was mad
Oh Kirk was bad, oh Kirk was mad
Kirk was highly recommended for kicking your ass
It supposed to be a love story
I saw that picture in my dream
When I opened my lids in the morning
She lay dead strangled next to me
I heard Kirk laughing
Serving me breakfast and a cup of tea
His hands took her last breath away
But Johnny law would be after me
I imagined myself waiting in a death row
He proposed a hellacious deal
»Sell your soul to the devil
Or this is your last decent meal
For 21 grams of junk
You´ll be worthless dick no more«
You liked me because you could use me
You could use me because I was smart
Now I´m not smart anymore
You bastard take me to hell
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9. |
Pray for Mercy
02:45
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Will I ever be redeemed?
Would you be my guide?
When the right moment comes?
My eyes wide shut can see my dark past
My wounds are healing but I´m cold and I´m hot
Do I feel relief?
Corrupt the God and pray for mercy
Betray the man, steal his soul and run
Angel will appear, he will show you the way
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10. |
There is No Room for Me
03:51
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It´s true, I crossed the line
Yeah, I committed a capital crime
My wanted plastered face with a scar
Decoration of a wasted town
What are you staring at
With your bulged eyes
I´m your local star
Your hope, your desire
A fantasy of unchained life
I was invited on the stage
as a guest of honor at the necktie party
Choir sang with angels voice
The plaintive song of my choice:
There´s no room for me in heaven
It is too cold for me in hell
There´s no room for me in jail
Why for hell did you have to pray for me?
Old fella cut the ground from under my feet
My fragile neck cracked, and bare feet went swinging
Hangman´s lips curved into a smile
cause the man with the grin is a man who shall win
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Cyphre Louis Ljutomer, Slovenia
Psychobilly band from Ljutomer, Slovenia.
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