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He Don't Know
03:34
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He don't know if she's alright
he don't care if she's a dyke
he just likes the way that she bites
And some can tell that she comes from Hell
He don't cry when she's around
cut his wife in her dressing gowned
cuts his vision up with a knife
And some can tell that she comes from Hell
He don't know which cards to show
keeps on pissing all of his dough
Typhoon Mary, she's always there
And some can tell that she comes from Hell
but he's doin alright with his Midnight Bell
Got no Job and no where to go
she takes him deeper and on with the show
he's for sure, hooked right 'till the end
And some can tell that she came from Hell
but he's doin alright with his Midnight Bell
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2. |
We Will be your Crisis
03:35
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We will get together and a-shout it on out
We will tell the people what we talkin' about
We talkin' 'bout the babies when they pushin' it out
Along the way
With a raven above
Followin' the killer of doves
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3. |
Three Job Workin' Man
03:25
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Today I bought some flowers with ma lady
It felt so cheap, but I felt kind of lazy
a Sterny drunk, cursin' at what he found
and his buddy seems pretty beat
'n I spit on the ground sayin'
Oooeee
what are we gonna be?
a three job workin' man
still kickin at a can, yeah
A turkish weddin honkin' their honk honks
a Berlin baker belches "TURN IT DOWN!"
he's worked for 30 years and has to close
while da yuppies crawlin' in
'n bring their fucked up sound
Oooeee
what are we gonna be?
a three job workin' man
still kickin at a can
Fall has arrived
springtime is gone
summer seemed to be on vacation
He puts some fences up at 5a.m.
one of the little deeds to pay his rent
and he also sings to you from bar to bar
and makes love
like a Reignin' Star, sayin'
Oooeee
what are we gonna be?
a three star workin' man
still looking for a band, yeah
I lift a BIG car with only one hand
the neighborhood singin' "thank you ma man!'
if I was Superman, each and everyday
with Clark and ma haircurl,
I'd have to say
Oooeee
what are we gonna be?
a three job workin' man
still kickin at a can
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4. |
Sad Sex
03:17
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Put the oil in the pan,
get the onions out and cry a little till you
Get the garlic cut it up,
let the oil heat up as such, that you're not cold again
And again you feel so low,
too much salt has brought the taste so tasteless and you
Clean the floor to fill the time,
no more wine in the cupboard and now,
you tell yourself that
He was not meant to stay for long
the plane has left you on your own
he was not meant to stay with you
so keep it up with the onion blues
They say carrots help the eyes, what a lie
you cry once more, and add some pepper
the rice is burning up again, throw it out
and shout a glass, filled up in gin and
have some bread with aching pain, all the games
he played seem nice three days ago but,
here you are a falling star in a lake of tears and rice.
your asking why
He was not meant to stay for long
the plane has left you on your own
he was not meant to stay with you
so keep it up with the onion blues
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5. |
Blue Jeans are Burnin'
04:46
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Wendy bought a beautiful broach
she likes it in her hair
she wears it with her soury stare
she's got some funky underwear
Hot Hot, don't go round tonight
the blue jeans are burning
One kiss, and go turn out the light
the days have turned to minutes
Wendy bought a beautiful bloke
he looks so nice and young
she likes 'em sweet and angelically fair
he rubs her oil with care
Hot Hot, don't go round tonight
the blue jeans are burning
One kiss, and go turn out the light
the days have turned to minutes
She can't get what she wants
so she gets another and another and another and another and another and another that way,
she keeps her head in bed
but when she sits alone she still thinks of us
Hot Hot, don't go round tonight
the blue jeans are burning
One kiss, and go turn out the light
the days have turned to minutes
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6. |
I Left 500 Years Ago
04:55
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Well I left I poor mother before I was born
500 years ago.
I left my mother standin' alone
Lord, like I'd done before
I've walked down the isles of lonesome religions
400 years ago.
I've stepped into churches but made ma decisions
I'm on this road all alone
--
I've trudded through mud, I've stumbled through sand
all with ma own two feet
But the one I got left said
'I'm takin' a stand,
while you always takin' a seat'
Bring me back to the days of my own,
when I could think straight, and talk to you still
Well bring me back here resting ma bones
when hope's just an old friend who's dead
when hope's just an old friend who's dead
--
He left me , ma horse did, to walk down the plank
alone with ma then two feet
He left me on all fours when the island sank
and all I could do was sleep.
So I awoke, and I was old, n' you left me to die
300 days ago.
I'm broke, still livin' and asking him 'why?',
she never answered and he turned his head
--
Well bring me back to the days of my own
when I could think straight and talk to you still
Well bring me back here resting ma bones
when hope"s just an old friend who's dead
when hope's just an old friend who's dead
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7. |
Dear Patriciu
03:53
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Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
You leave me hangin' from your keys,
I still got something right close to ma knees, boy
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
Jumpin and Jivin and runnin away,
there ain't nothin' more that I can say
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
Lame lame is the edge of this game
my crutch be the size of your ego
Lieber Patric ich lieber dich aw mein Patric
Lieber Patric ich lieber dich aw mein Patric
Ma mind's gone, she disapeared,
puff goes the magic 'n down come those tears
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
Dear Patricia oh how I miss ya ooooh Patricia
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8. |
Fly Swatter
04:37
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Fly Swatter Fly Swatter where have you been
Ground's gettin' murky 'n they're comin' again
Fly Swatter Fly Swatter where have you been
Ground's gettin' murky 'n they're comin' again
They're bringin' their picnics
they're bringin' their crumbs
throwin' laughter into their drums
They pee sittin' down
they see what they want
snappin' a camera of 300 Watts uh huh
Fly Swatter did you see the virgin smile
she sat by the tent 'n waited awhile
the others came back eatin' strawberry jam
coverin' themselves singin' 'yes we can
Fly Swatter Fly Swatter where have you been
Ground's gettin' murky 'n they're comin' again
Fly Swatter Fly Swatter where have you been
Ground's gettin' murky 'n they're comin' again
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9. |
A Requiem
04:24
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Safe
Eyes
All in the rain
drained by Caroline
Trees 'round breasts of all of your peace and dirty lies
Oh, how I miss the flies
They
Held
All of the pain
Carryin' Caroline
Rotten, all but forgotten, how sweet you were staged at night
Still, you bare the light
Wear
A tie
All in the rain
Drained by what was mine
This bare shackled town held so many bones,
self righteous by the touch
Cursed by the agin' dust
Woa
Woa
Caroline who
Was a maid,
Hit parade,
With a hell of a shake
Now she's gone
With the cold brigade
Rain
Rain
Oh the pain holds me still
Cannot speak
For I am weak
From these petty games by the tree of delight,
For there doth lie the braids of a maid
Caroline
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10. |
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I got a church outside ma door knockin' me down
You got yours on the other side, burned to the ground
We think it's moving forward, but we turnin'
round and round and round and round
You got little man blowin' up little people around
You got big man with the buttons, pushin' em down
We think it's moving forward, but we turnin'
round and round and round and round
You got an eye for an eye and a fuck-you-too
You got a bounty hunter strapped with a mess-wit-chu
We think it's moving forward, but we turnin'
round and round and round and round
You got a little boy, who ain't a boy no more
Since he's seen his brother strewn on the floor
We think it's moving forward, but we turnin'
round and round and round and round
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11. |
Been Waitin' Here
05:14
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I been waitin here for about an hour
an hour of ma time is put to shame
Patience has been traded for delusion
and all these sick ole folk I just can't blame
An old man coughs, like a broken record
A widow screams gossip, she's as deaf as a dog
The air is as thick, from old forgotten values
Someone give me a drink, ma patience is dry
I been waitin for ma woman down at the medic
she said she had a pain in her back
I believed her, god damn I'm so pathetic
Well it seems to me that car ain't drivin' back
Well it seems to me that car ain't drivin' back
Two hours gone by ma hopes are leavin'
the first bunch of folk are now all gone
The second, well they ain't that much finer, receiving
a wheelchair on ma foot, Man somethin's wrong
A nurse calls out, names of disciples
They gettin treated, with help from the bible
Only two slipped by, without a proper trail
n' someone here still beckons for his wife
I been waitin for ma woman down at the medic
she said she had a pain in her back
I believed her, god damn I'm so pathetic
Well it seems to me that car ain't drivin' back
Well it seems to me that car ain't drivin' back
Waitin room is empty, I'm forced to leave
Dr. Heidelmeier's nowhere in sight
Nor is ma woman but that's okay
Just give me ma prescription pills n' I'll be on ma way
I been waitin for ma woman down at the medic
she said she had a pain in her back
I heard that she just left with a Paramedic
Well it seems to me that car ain't drivin' back
Well it seems to me that car ain't drivin' back
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12. |
Before the Deal
10:03
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I then Jumped into the Train, things'll never be the same,
Day before I self-assured a lady who then died in vain
Grabbed the stash and ran out back, Bill was right behind me then
We were shocked when we saw Lou standing by the cops that blew their guns, gats, and rifles
Bill was long gone
By the brook I tried my best to clean the stains
Didn't have no time to rest, get up again
We all, first, met at Lou's, sat right down and made the plan
It was simple, we all were broke. Bill was still tryin' to pay his loans
we, shook, hands. Lou, served, some wine
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13. |
Paco Bells
02:17
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14. |
Now It Seems
06:37
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Now it Seems you've lost again,
your favorite meal 'n all your friends
You've tackled the goat of love
In defeat, you hit the ground
Now you see the cotton's high
you raise your shackles to the sky
the snakebite it pullin' your lip and you CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Now it seems you've lost again,
all you marble arches, then you
teach dogs to play your tricks
by the humble fire's bead
At the farm you see the lot,
from the city's meltin' pot
underestimating their marchin CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Well I'm a lazy little cunt
Swimmin' with the diamonds
And I could drown if I wanted to but I don't
So I keep my mind
under water
Now it seems you're back again
the Big Ben is standin' still
John and Jim are takin' pills
made of urban myths of men
Oh your mother must be so proud
of her son who yacks about:
"All I wanna do it Kill Kill Kill" and you CRYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Well I'm a lazy little cunt
Swimmin' with the diamonds
And I could drown if I wanted to but I don't
So I keep my mind
under water
Well I'm a lazy little cunt
Swimmin' with the diamonds
And I could drown if I wanted to but I don't
So I keep my mind
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Well I'm a lazy little cunt
Swimmin' with the diamonds
And I could drown if I wanted to but I don't
So I keep my mind
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15. |
I Love You
00:33
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I love you
yes I do only you
as you sit on the top of my dreams
that I never remember
You love me
oh that's simply not true
but it doesn't really matter to me because
I don't know you
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CaBoume Berlin, Germany
Last phase of this Band was Country Funk. Before that, it was something else.
Seb Thieme is the creator, songwriter of the project.
contact:
caboumecaboume@gmail.com
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