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Crisis
03:35
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2. |
The Great Escape
03:33
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he picks up his luggage
with unusual aplomb
shuts the door puts the key
under the doormat
that's where it belongs
gets into his car
turns on the satnav
stares at the screen
punches in barcelona and then
engages first gear
there's no looking
no looking back
i'm sick of my country
i'm sick of my home
of the bribe from the merchants of death
and i rather spend all
that i've got in PASTIS
or MARSEILLA until
my very last breath
the kids and the pets
and the colleagues at work
a wonderful wife
and a safe neighbourhood
it's all neat clean and paid for
but it lost all it's splendour
a suburban nightmare
now daddy is leaving for good
i'm sick of this country
i'm done with this life
with pretending this is all there is
and i rather die happy
in a bartenders arms
at the LONDON, MARSEILLA
or at the PASTIS
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3. |
Reason
04:34
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there might come a time when every word is said there's not even space to read between the lines
there is no plan b baby i'm afraid i 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 in between
for 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
yes i'm glad you got all sorted, for your plans that can not fail, i wish you all the luck that you will need
i've been down into the dungeons where the sun would never shine wherever i go from here it can't be worse
some of you will never stumble, most of you will never fall or find out despairs 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 rescue of a heart
for the smile upon a face
for the good and for the bad
if you ever see me quit i bet i'm dead
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4. |
Highway Song
03:04
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here is me and my guilt
and i've done what i can
cheating and gambling for some dosh in my hands
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 to
here's me ill on me 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
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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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