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Last Of A Dying Breed

by Mäkkelä

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1.
there was a victory or two some minor fireworks for you any time you panicked a little candy did the trick what a scary little place what a dull and boring space built to make you run away and not come back yes they love their local aliens for they grace this hopeless spot if they ever see you stumble they will love to see you fall I never liked this town we've got toygrounds for the lame for the blind for the insane and I'm sure we'll find a place for boys like you some of us are meant to rule some of us can play the fool as long as no one screws up with the scheme this is your land of opportunity your golden age of chance just make sure you never stumble we'll enjoy to watch your fall I never liked this town I never liked this
2.
Saints 03:41
Harry's got his motorbike for once a year a six week ride sometimes I hate this but then again the money's good i can't complain the Greek asks for a cigarette he's the one to always swear you know Bob Ross that painter tart way ahead of all this rubbish modern art this rubbish modern art did you see them lose the tuesday game a town in grief it's been a shame last second's goal did end a dream can't blame it on the home town team Sergiu said I used to draw cartoons when i got off my shift that's one lost fight i can recall still few years left to catch those dreams adrift five past seven clear blue sky spring just kissed the factoty wall and the saints are having a quick smoke laugh about the same old joke until the siren calls Lorenz' stash is everywhere we all do know but no one cares as long as that's what gets him through the day once our best girl said my friend and me we did a runner then unsubscribed from promised land and what came through between the lines sounded pretty much like hell on earth to me sounded pretty much like hell on earth to me five past seven clear blue sky the evening sun just kissed the factory wall and the saints are having a last smoke it's still the same old joke until the sirens call again until the sirens call
3.
the alpha-males are out of town now the punks they take their seats there's me making for the jazz club a place I never ever seen there's me going to see the princess catch her playing some fucked-up jazz there's that crazy older lady perfect hairdo, evening gown as I crack my bottle open she slowly turns her head around with a look of disapproval cutting through the trombone's sound she goes cut that crap stop that noise betcha punk this is no hang out for you boys this is no hang out for you boys the alpha males are out of town whitley bay gang takes their seats there's me making for the folk club to play some tunes to make my day there's me heading north for hours driving up Newcastle way the old geezers at the folk club they hang out here for far too long this must be geordie folk rules and they sure know right from wrong do something to sing along better sing a miner's song and we'll all be fine but cut that crap stop that noise betcha punk this is no hang out for you boys this is no hang out for you boys this is such a different world this is such a different song i tell you what this is not where i belong
4.
Air Catalan 03:02
oh oh - I'm afraid you are in trouble sir oh oh - I'm afraid we've got a problem here no no - I'm ok just had a few last night no no - if you take me home I'll be alright oh oh - d'you understand our policy? oh oh - no red wine for crooks like me oh oh - there's a tall guy sitting next to me points out - "boy, you smell like a brewery" thank god - there's a sick bag right in front of me sometimes things can get out of hands under certain circumstances at the end of a Catalan tour oh boy - how come you found the boarding gate don't know - but thanks you do appreciate this is among the things you shouldn't do unless you're up for trouble with the cabin crew a cup of sunshine on my mind a mug of moonshine in my head I promise by my grandma's grave that I will not misbehave if you don't reject me from that flight back home a cup of sunshine on my mind a mug of moonshine in my head I promise by my grandma's grave that I will not misbehave if you don't reject me from that flight back home a glass of red wine on my shirt a massive headache take my word but I'll keep calm on your big bird if you just don't please please please kick me off that flight back home
5.
the cops they were nervous and they called in the Mounties and the boys with the truncheons and dogs I marched with the students and I ran with the crowd 'cause it felt like the right thing to do who are you to critisize in your uptown estate with your handbook of dos and of don'ts these are hearts filled with anger all righteous hearts don't try to stop them you won't and the air was on fire and some oil drums were too in those days down in the south west you can't stop the flood once the levee is down that's what happened down in the south west you better start running once the fuse has been lit you better acknowledge you better admit they were right you were wrong we cursed at the coppers and we spat at the dogs and we ran from the mounted police I remember you barefoot in that flowery dress in the fountain across the cafe between all the smoke and blood covered faces I remember it looked kind of strange that day we all knew there were walls coming down and we sensed it was time for a change the sky it was crying and the most of us too in those days down in the south west you can't stop a fire if you fuel the flames that's what happened down in the south west and you better start running once the fuse has been lit and you better acknowledge, you better admit we are right they are wrong no one is running though the fuse has been lit it's time for a change again time to admit something's wrong
6.
Tramontana 04:37
All done and dusted, now it's time to get lost for them singers and sailors, agents and tailors where the green-eyed she devils pouring whiskey in pitchers this is all going downhill and it goes pretty fast, run, boys, run stammer a hail mary on the slide down the slope, run, boys, run if you need a last prayer now it's time to have your say the sun smells like blood and the river it washes the bodies down to the sea the scent of decay is the perfume to stay on our minds 'til we die the weeks feel like years but there's always an end to that track you stagger down with a bottle in each hand it's god on our side and the devil on our back as we linger on down high street with a rope around our neck, run, boys, run stammer a hail mary on the slide down the slope, run, boys, run if you need a last prayer now it's time to have your say the blistering sun makes the blood all trickle away tramontana will tell them how this all gone so terribly wrong if you sit on the bank of that muddy old river you might hear him humming this song and it goes run, boys, run
7.
Highway Song 03:09
and i've done what i can cheating and gambling for some dosh in my hand when I crash on the pavement wake up in my sick I'll get up on my knees to the gods i will pray for a dance with the demons on the devil's highway here is me going down with a promise for you if you give me a last kiss you'll be going down too when i'm ill on my pallet coughing blood sweating speed when i'm down in the gutter i look up into the sky and the sky's never blue and i wish i could die now i'm all empty pockets and they want their pay back in return for their favours those angels in black and the crowd will be cheering as they walk me away for my last dance down the devil's highway and the crowd will be cheering as they walk me away for my last dance down the devil's highway
8.
the boys in their tuxedos when they kicked it off that night bound for glory in their madness screaming prayers off the roof tops in this city's fading light to the patron saints of darkness with a burning sky behind them runs them shivers down your backbone gives you shivers down your spine I can see the walls a tumblin and i smell there will be rain and the heat is just enormous yes i bet it fries my brain and Berlin can't be the answer no Berlin can't be the answer if Jericho's the name ran into twenty stone of rabbi who'd turn water into booze tonight I'm really shaky with that fever in my head and the monkey on my shoulder sings the depravation blues runs them shivers down my backbone runs them shivers down my spine the crack is getting bigger tonight it all comes down I can see the waters rising and i know that i will drown and Berlin won't be the answer no Berlin can't be the answer if the answer's Jericho i can feel it coming closer I can hear them cock their guns I can feel my head exploding like a hundred million suns and this town is not an answer it's just a different frame for a portrait of desaster Jericho it's name no this town is not the answer it's just a different frame for a portrait of desaster Jericho by name
9.
Reason 04:43
they say there might come a time when every word is said there's not even space to read between the lines no there is no plan b, baby i'm afraid I've got to ride that train wherever it may run way too late for breaking through but hell i still love sipping coffee and that old service station blues you can keep all of the money you can take all of the fame for i know you need it badly you don't have to be ashamed i'm just in it for the smiles for the moments inbetween and i know that i can't stop it for i know it would be hell for it's all that keeps me going if you ever see me quit i bet I'm dead i bet i'm dead yes i'm glad you got all sorted for your plan that can not fail and i wish you all the luck that you will need I've been down into the dungeons where the sun would never shine where i will go from here it can't be worse some of you will never stumble most of you will never fall or find out despair's a virtue not a curse you might call me an idiot sure that's what i've always been taking business plans and schedules throw them right into the bin for i have to keep on going i don't think there's too much choice for the smile upon a face for the rescue of a heart for the good and for the bad if you ever see me quit i bet i'm dead i bet i'm dead
10.
Crisis 03:35
got a little crisis, I've got a little low to put it more precisely, completely lost the flow I'm drinking like a nutter, broke down the other day lost my inspiration - nuthin more to say I may as well go down to the corner buy a bottle a pack of fags that might do for now to put me back in line get back into the combat zone for this is just a drag just a little medication and I know I will be fine call me speak to me try to get a clue save me heal me I know that you can do good morning little crisis I think we met before you're not here on invitation see this is not my day might be little late to reconsider either way might be that regular depression, i hope it's nothing worse that's something I can cope with, that's something that i know it builds up like a symphony, like an avalanche it always spells trouble when i lose control I may as well go down to the corner where the boys are hangin out they will sell me little treatment to get me back on track get back into the combat zone get back into the crowd need some readjusting someone to help me out call me speak to me try to get a clue save me heal me I know that you can do good morning little crisis I knew you'd come around again i didn't call you again it's not my day might be a little late to reconsider either way lovely little crisis lovely little low missed you oh so badly where did you go lovely little crisis where have you been so long there was something missing there was something wrong
11.
Bottle Hill 02:30
all those critters that you hung out with in secondary school they all messed it up big time they never played it cool but then again I think it doesn't really change a thing whichever hand is feeding you whatever song you sing some of them lost everything some others got it still there's nothing to get hung about on bottle hill one of them in sunday best the other dressed to kill they never had a dress code for those dates on bottle hill on bottle hill one runs for election now one runs his carreer all glad to run this treadmill tryin' to keep up the veneer what about the promises what about the dream voiceless faceless happyness that's our favourite scheme great to see you made it here great you're breathing still no better place for a last drink than bottle hill not much more to think about another glass to fill one way or another destination's bottle hill is bottle hill
12.
Good Friday 03:19
would you take me on a journey through your crooked mind that might give me some enlightment for i suppose that i was blind i still think there are excuses maybe something that i missed when we built our little castle on a toyground out of sand on that rocky road to fame when things got slightly out of hands yes I've seen it all a-coming just before it hit the fan ignored all of the warnings when those dark clouds did appear diving head on into trouble in a most unpleasant year in a most unpleasant year I should have known the crop we earned after years of sweat and toil those few shiny nuggets that we scraped out of the soil they'd be gone just before sunrise leaving just a bitter taste of endless fights and disappointment and a hundred broken dreams and half a lifetime we did waste yes I've seen it all a-coming I'm not angry anymore I'm happy that your greedyness did help to close the door it helped to close the door I'm not angry anymore

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released September 4, 2015

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Mäkkelä Germany

Finnish-German, Papua-born singer-songwriter performing solo and in numerous collaborations. Mäkkelä, Folk's Worst Nightmare Collective, Maekkelae & Orkesteri, Church Of The Blue Nun, Maekkelae & Grae J. Wall, The Anglo German Low Stars, The Très Biens, The Goho Hobos... ... more

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