1. |
I Left 500 Years Ago
05:18
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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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2. |
Pat Ma Back
03:50
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Who will you
end up with when you're through
All battered on up n' she has brought you to illusion
Her side was clean
lullabies and dreams
She had you and you had her tamed retribution
When has a friend
been there to hold ma drink,
for a sip only far too right for my tumblin' stupor
Tony, I got a stone
I'll use it yes I will,
as ma foe still asks for more, n' I give it
Why did you cry
when Eve pulled off her tie,
as her head rolled right down into your stutterin' arms
Help, I am drownin' in kindred smilin' debts
that won't stop knockin 'till I'll be gone in them broken bottles
that won't stop knockin 'till I'll be gone in them broken bottles
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3. |
3 Job Workin' Man
03:30
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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. |
Witches Sunset
04:40
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The Witches scream
A sunset's out tonight
Crawlin' through fields
That rolled around the light
The Light blew hymns
and people came about
Poppin' Champagne
n' The river starts to shout
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5. |
99 Years To Go
03:02
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Picture, bring me back to the days that have gone
Picture, bring me back to the days that have gone
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
Love, bring me back to the days of innocence
Love, bring me back to the days of innocence
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
Hate, bring me back to the days where I've hit
Hate, bring me back to the days where I've hit
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
Keys, bring me back to the back door whores
Keys, bring me back to the back door whores
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
Child, bring me back to when you were young
Child, bring me back to when you were young
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
I'm 90 (90) 99 years of age
I'm 99 99 years n' I'm still goin' on
I'm 99 years n' they've all left me alone
Well I would not be so Bold, but I am gettin' quite Old
n' I believe I believe I got a 99 years to go
99 years of age
99 years of age
99 years of age
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6. |
Paperclips
06:22
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I had 5 bucks
long before they did
They have 15
but I still have my
Paperclips
I have 5 bucks
in my head
They have pick-ups
rollin' out ahead
and I don't mind
I gave your love
everything I had
I'm broke because
all you gave me was
Paperclips
Paperclips
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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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