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Holed Up In Karamea
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Living high on the high life
Crayfish and Krug
Another Queen Street cowboy
In a Brioni suit
Coked every weekend
With a high end honey
A functioning addiction
To other people's money
We didn't stop when the market was tanking
We didn't stop till we hit the West Coast
Now the SFO and the denizens of banking
Want to turn us into toast
I've got a suitcase of money and a Swiss passport
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
Drinking Rey Sol Anejo, shooting lizards for sport
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
They say there's gold in the hills
There's fish in the sea
And money that grows
On a money tree
Now my DB9
Is waiting out back
Take me to the mines
On the Fenian Track
From the Opara river to the Blackball Hilton
The wild west coast is the final frontier
Lost down here in splendid isolation
With the ghosts of the pioneers
It's a long way from dining in Devonport
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
Villa incognito, who would have thought?
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
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World's most jealous girl got stuck on me
Now all I get at night is the third degree
Nothing in this world can set me free
World's most jealous girl got stuck on me
Every time I go out for a beer
I walk in and she's already there
Talking trash and sitting in my chair
Every time I go out for a beer
Told me all she wanted was my heart
Then she went and tore my life apart
Maybe baby I'm not all that smart
Told me all she wanted was my heart
I don't have much more that I can give
The bailiff repossessed my will to live
Now I'm running like a fugitive
I don't have much more that I can give
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Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
It's almost like I'm living on some far away shore
Strange things are happening like I've never seen before
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
Lately I just want to hide my face in my hands
So much stupid shit out there I don't pretend to understand
Take you down and break you down and shake you to the core
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
Give me old time religion, brainwashing fools
Build a bomb in your kitchen, teach hate in your schools
Poison the minds of the desperate and poor
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
Nazis and the Klan are out marching again
The ignorant and venal, the scared and insane
Fear and resentment have no sunset clause
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
Dickhead dictators spoiling for a fight
It's a wonder anybody can still sleep at night
Nuclear shadows; rumours of war
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
Anyone with any chance has already left town
Out along Grey Street all the shops closing down
Boarded up windows, boarded up doors
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
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We're All Strangers Here
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I know Barnaby Strange, he's a friend of mine
Cowboy boots and a buckled belt and he walks the line
Keeps his heart in an iron vault where the sun don't shine
He always wanted to be the man with no name
Pecos Bill lives on a hill with a beauty queen
She flew in from Saville, was the sweetest thing we'd ever seen
He shaved his head and he sold his shed now he's living real clean
They say true love moves in mysterious ways
I know dangerous Dan, he's a mountain man
Never talks much about three tours in Afghanistan
Keeps six chickens and a crazy cat in a caravan
I guess some people just don't like living alone
Jimmy the Jew is angry and blue and it ain't too pretty
They deported his ass and he lost his loft in New York City
Now he claims to be living in exile from a town without pity
Everybody's got some hard luck story to tell
We're all strangers here
We're all strangers here
We're all strangers here
We're all strangers here
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Now she's gone
You can do anything that you want to do
Now she's gone
You can go anywhere that you want to go
Now she's gone there's no one here of you to fight
Just don't think about her when you're trying to get to sleep at night
Now she's gone
You don't have to worry about who, where or when
Now she's gone
You never have to look at that ugly old bedroom mirror again
No one is wrong any more and no one is right
Just don't think about her when you're trying to get to sleep at night
Now she's gone
There's no one in the world who can slow you down
Now she's gone
You can be the king of this whole town
Now she's gone
No more making excuses for staying out late
Now she's gone
No more knowing everything you do is up for debate
No more Sundays feeling hungover and acting contrite
Just don't think about her when you're trying to get to sleep at night
Now she's gone
There's no one in the world who can hold you down
Now she's gone
You can be the king of this old town
All your friends
Ask if you're doing OK
You can sense
They don't really know what to say
And it's easy to smile and to laugh and to be so polite
Just don't think about her when your trying to get to sleep at night
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Dignity
04:20
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Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass
Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin’ through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin’ high, searchin’ low
Searchin’ everywhere I know
Askin’ the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin’ out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin’ to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary Lou
She said, “I don’t want nobody see me talkin’ to you”
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasn’t any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?
Drinkin’ man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand
Steps goin’ down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
I’m on the rollin’ river in a jerkin’ boat
Tryin’ to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin’ for the doctor’s cure
Lookin’ at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin’ his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
To find dignity
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Don't Take My Car
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Plastic Jesus
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I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travel through the nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestone sitting on
A pedestal of of abalone shell
Going ninety it ain't scary
'Cause I got the Virgin Mary
Assuring me that I won't go to hell
I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
You can buy him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark he's pink and pleasant
Take him with you if you're travelling far
Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestone sitting on
A pedestal of of gleaming paua shell
Going ninety I ain't wary
No, I got the Virgin Mary
Assuring me that I won't go to hell
I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travel through the nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
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Canal Street
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Down along the wrong end of Canal Street
Is a little dive that every traveller know
Orphans of the night come and go
Without a trace
No one asks your real name or knows your real face
Down along the wrong end of Canal Street
Is a little dive I once used to frequent
Played an old guitar to pay the rent
Now and then
Back a ways, who remembers when?
There's a dive at the wrong end of Canal Street
Where half the whole hep world have sometimes stayed
The jukebox in the bar always played
The same tunes
Stevie Ray and Lady Day and Dark Side Of The Moon
There's a dive at the wrong end of Canal Street
With a broken clock beside the till
As if time, time itself was standing still
Standing still
Perhaps it is, perhaps it always will
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10. |
Turn The Lights Down Low
04:09
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Turn The Lights Down Low
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Kokomo Tauranga, New Zealand
Kokomo began in1991 as Kokomo Blues, an acoustic trio playing authentic early
blues.
The band has since become one of New Zealand's leading blues 'n' roots bands, renowned for dynamic live shows and highly-regarded songwriting.
Kokomo has performed at NZ's major rock, blues, jazz and folk festivals, releasing fourteen albums and a live concert DVD.
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