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No More Hard Times
02:53
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Guess what I heard on the radio
Hon’ it’s gonna rain today
One more drop we’ll build a boat and sail away
And there’ll be no more hard times
I go down to the river ‘cause I need to think
I throw a stone in the water and I watch it sink
Circles on the surface spreading the word
I can’t take no more hard times
No more hard times
Rain, rain, rain, here comes the rain
All the seeds you’ve sown, watch them grow
Guess what I heard on the news today
They said the end is coming soon
Just one look at you, and I know that it ain’t true
There will be no more hard times
Rain, rain, rain, here comes the rain
When the deed is done, there’s no need to run
I'm gonna shout it out
I'm gonna shout it loud
From a mountain top!
Rain, rain, rain, here comes the rain
All the seeds you’ve sown, watch them grow
Rain, rain, rain, here comes the rain again
When the deed is done, there’s no need to run
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Devil In A Dress
03:11
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I am a boring guy with a bad hair year
I get off on old records and drinking beer
I watch too much TV, drink too much caffeine
I am a T-shirt fetishist with a rock & roll dream
If I tell you my name
can you tell me who I am?
If I tell you my dreams
then will you understand
I won't give you no crap about needing to be free
This is not about a gypsy soul inside of me
I won’t give you no jive about a burning desire
I’m just looking for a spark to light my fire
If I tell you where I am
Can you tell me where I’m from
If I tell you where I’m going
Then will you come along
I was bored and jaded, torn and frayed…
I might be stuck in my ways, but you can shake me up
If I’m holding on to habits, you can make me stop
When I’m too far behind, you can bring me up to speed
You can get me back on track, you can give me what I need
I was bored and jaded, torn and frayed…
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He's been walking these streets since he was a boy
Everyone he meets knows his name
He knows this town like the back of his hand
He's stuck around, but it was nothing he planned
They were TWO BROTHERS - but worlds apart
TWO BROTHERS - from the same hearts
TWO BROTHERS - different songs
Two sides of the coin
He took a train away, as soon as he could
Just couldn't wait to see the world
Nothing held him back, didn't feel he belonged
No strings attached, had nothing going on
TWO BROTHERS - different songs
Two sides of the coin
They´re like the sun and the moon, December and June -
Different roads to the same destination
They´re like day and night, but that’s alright
Different roads to the same destination
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Snapshot For November
03:48
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Lonely raindrops on my window
Come wash my blues away
It’s that all too familiar feeling
I get when I think about your face
Sweet memories of you light up the longest night
Like brilliant stars on a velvet sky
One for every time I held you, and one for every kiss
And one for that look in your eyes
What was, what is and what will be
Never seem to be the same
It’s that all too familiar feeling
I get when someone mentions your name
Sweet memories of you light up the longest night
(…)
Looking like a million dollars
Image still stuck inside my head
A snapshot for November
Image still stuck inside my head
In a red house by the river
That’s where you will find me
In a red house by the river
Underneath a shady tree
Sweet memories of you light up the longest night
(…)
That look in your eyes, that look in your eyes
And one for that look in your eyes
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Straight Shooter
02:15
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Well, there´s a story I´ve been told
A story better than gold
You´re behind the wheel
You´re harder than steel
With that Chevrolet Bouquet
Laura Lee is better than wine
More than that, she´s better than fine
No Cadillac or Oldsmobile
She´s got Chevrolet Bouquet
Chevrolet Bouquet
Chevrolet Bouquet
Chevrolet Bouquet
She´s a straight shooter
A foxy set of wheels
She´s a straight shooter
A bread and butter meal
She´s a straight shooter
Burning from her wheels
She´s a straight shooter
With sexual appeal
She´s a straight shooter
A foxy set of wheels
She´s a straight shooter
A bread and butter meal
She´s a straight shooter
Burning from her wheels
She´s a straight shooter
With sexual appeal
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Turn It Down
03:54
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I rode in on the Greyhound, just like John C did
Just to be on the safe side, I never got off the bus
He got stuck on a bar stool, playing honky-tonks
I rode on and when I got home I learned all his songs
Turn it down, you’re too loud
That’s what they keep telling me
Turn it down, you’re too loud
Some kind of wannabe
Turn it down, turn it down, turn it down
And it makes me think of this old guy, in the town where I come from
He had this amazing talent, rocking the world (your soul) with his songs
A voice that shone like silver, sharper than the edge of a knife
He was unstoppable, totally on top of all, living a rock & roll life
Turn it down, you’re too loud...
Now he’s stuck in a Lodi of his own, and his spark slowly fades
He sits in the corner on his own, singing golden greats
As long as the bar man brings him beer he’ll sing all night long
So sad I wish just one more time he’d sing his own songs
Turn it down, you’re too loud...
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Working On It
02:33
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Down in the basement, bashing out chords
A second hand guitar is all he can afford
He's got music to play; he's got words to sing
It doesn't matter what they say, he just got to do his thing
He's working on it
Working on it
Just need some time - it'll be just fine
Working on it
Putting up a poster in the record store
Wants to get a band together and play some rock & roll
He will tune his guitar and then he'll count to four,
and when the song is over they will play some more
He's working on it
Working on it
Each and every day - that's all I have to say
Working on it
They will be rippin' it up, working on their sound
Then they'll cut a demo, and shop it around
Gonna send it to a DJ on the radio
Hoping that he likes it and plays it on the show
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Forever Blue
03:18
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Old man is walking down a dirt road
Looks at the fields where cows used to roam
Cold winds are blowing in from the north
Chilly to the bone
Jimmy left home when the factory closed down
went looking for work in a faraway town
Now he spends his evenings alone
Just want to go home
O-oh, let it burn a little longer
O-oh, let it shine a little stronger
I don’t know why we make it so hard
Why we fuss and we fight like we do
Coming together, falling apart
But But without you I'm forever blue
Mary took off without saying goodbye
None of us knew that she’d used up her time
Now everyday problems seem petty and small
Not important at all
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Fools
03:47
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A white wine woman and a moonshine man
Talked about a book by some weird thinking man
One of them talked about the questions of life
The other was too blond to mind living a lie
One of them was a real sci-fi fan
The other one just couldn't give a damn
She never could tell concave from convex
But he couldn't care less, 'cause she was good at sex
Fool, fool, fool, she was a fool
A white wine woman and a moonshine man
Listened to a record by some rock & roll band
One of them thought it was a work of art
The other couldn't give a toss about a broken heart
One of them thought the music was soothing
The other didn't understand a thing they were doing
He couldn't see the point for all the air in his head
But she didn't care at all 'cause he was good in bed
Fool, fool, fool, he was a fool
A white wine woman and a moonshine man
Between satin sheets they found their Promised Land
Right at the crossroads of logic and emotions
Right at the crossroads of lust and devotion
He was an insult to the human race
She came from a planet in outer space
The night was cold, the night was long
But they didn't care at all, 'cause the sang the same song
Fool, fool, fool, we're all fools
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Fly Tox Jive
03:05
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Your boyfriend looks like an insect,
Some kind of cricket or bug.
You might have something to inflict,
Still, I’ll squeeze him under the rug.
I paralyze him with some Fly-Tox,
And wipe him out of your brain.
I´ll put him down in a pill-box
I guarantee, he feels no pain
Your boyfriend looks like a cockroach,
Anything with multiple legs.
You better get rid of your love coach,
But I don’t please, and I don’t beg.
Your boyfriend looks just like a maggot,
When crawling all over your bed.
That's my story, that's what I’ve got,
Go kill an insect, that’s what I said.
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Hion Martell Ljusdal, Sweden
The Swedish independent band Hion Martell is a band that refuses to give up their musical
integrity.
During the history of the band Hion Martell, they have been testing many various styles, bordering at country, soul, blues and heavy rock, all the time making music in a style of their own.
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