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When a griot sings his perfect song
I found the place where I belong What the griot sings I recognise That soulful tune that made me cry The story born inside his song I finally found Where the blues came from His music came from a distant land It moved and changed With the desert sand Upon the shores of hell his music froze And came to be what we all now know Where the blues come from A wise old man he told me this Where the pain you feel And the music kiss Melted down into a devil’s brew The sadness came and she turned it blue When you’re lonely You will know this song When it hurts so deep And stays so long Though its dark you know Where you belong Then you will know Where the blues come from |
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| 2. |
| 4:52 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:01 |
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| 4. |
| 3:54 |
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Oh I moved to the sound
Of my father's shadow Always pulling on these chains Trying to break free Over the wall Into the darkest night Not knowing What was just ahead for me He used to say You got to know the way You got to do some schooling every day Son, I'm so scared, scared of what I see Oh you got to cool down or you'll end up like me Chasing the soul Of my father's shadow Oh I hear what they're saying What they whisper I know A chip off the block With a raging fire down below And no guessing, no guessing It's so easy to see Always punching at them walls Always trying to break free But I hear mama say Only trouble goona come my way Moving to the sound Of my father's shadow Mama say God help my child Mama say I feel he's running wild She say why why why Oh cry cry cry So well I know So well I know That raging fire below Chasing the soul, chasing the soul, chasing the soul Of my father's shadow Chasing the soul, chasing the soul, chasing the soul Of my father's shadow Oh of my father's shadow |
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| 5:17 |
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It was a freezing night, the wind began to howl
And a cold street wind came Slashing through this northern town They tried so hard to find somewhere to hide To get some kind of shelter from their fear inside He said, i know a place where we can go She said, come on now tell me Cos i need to know Lone star boogie, boogie my blues away I see a texas sky in electric blue I see a big old raging truck come slammining through He said, close your eyes Feel the heat I'll put some kind of Texas Into your empty streets It's a lone star boogie, boogie my blues away I still remember the place we used to go Dreaming dreams of Texas As we pushed hard through the snow You told the stories of the snow chain trucks that flew we laughed cos I only saw them in a Texas morning blue It's a lone star boogie |
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| 6. |
| 2:32 |
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| 7. |
| 4:58 |
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When tomorrow comes
The first day for me that I will rise Not so young But free Gonna paint the town The brightest red A drink for every time you said That we were one Always to be I leave at home the ring you gave to me And I will smile As the sun comes shining through If I ever get over you I'm gonna laugh No more the silent one Dance upon tables Never home 'til midnight, been and gone I'm gonna throw away All my clothes so blue Gonna try everything, everything that's new And when tomorrow comes The first day for me Then I will rise not so young, but free I will smile As the sun comes shining through ... If I ever If I ever get over you Somebody said this new life That I have come to know I should have tried it Oh so many years ago The glimpse of freedom Sings such a happy song It's such a shame that it's only there Only there for one And I will smile As the sun comes shining through If I ever, If I ever Get over you |
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| 4:02 |
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I walk in your garden
And I feel your soul This time like no other I don't fear to go My eyes are wide open And I'm ready to be Whatever you're thinking I already see Come change my world Make it better that it was before Come change my world You come banging on my door Two broken angels Sharing life's scars You don't wanna change me And I love what you are Come change my world Cos I walk in your garden This time I can see This time forever It feels so safe to just let it be, let it be Come change my world Make it better that it was before Come change my world You come banging on my door Two broken angels Sharing life's scars You don't wanna change me And I love what we are Come change my world Oh come change my world |
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| 9. |
| 5:09 |
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| 10. |
| 4:21 |
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White god standing
By the breaking waves Thirty pieces of silver Everybody gave You drop 'em in Eat 'em up You drink his wine From a plastic cup The soul of this place You've taken from me So screw you And your deep blue sea Complex phrases Hide what's true The biggest lies you ever knew The virgin angel She screams and chokes She's drowning now In a pool of bootleg coke I'm getting off while my soul's still free So screw you And your deep blue sea They say the Lord Turned their sins to stone The gold and silver fell off The dried up bones The golden beaches Of my younger days Thirty bits of silver Sold into the poisoned waves The soul of this place You've taken from me So screw you And your deep blue sea And your deep blue sea I'm getting off While my soul's still free Yeah screw you And your deep blue sea And your deep blue sea |
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| 11. |
| 4:55 |
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Oh I’m calling out
To the king of wheels I gotta let him know The way I feel Every car all shiny and new You sell your own mother For that what that big guy’d do Yeah you would Gotta give me some money For these car-less shoes Standing at the bus stop With a Clarkson blues Every kind of motor Has ever been made Driven to destruction Each and every day P. Zeros Melt em’ down Sure beat everybody to the best job in town I got to get me some money for these car-less shoes Standing at the bus stop With a Clarkson blues, yeah I got the Clarkson blues Clarkson blues Out on the track Bust 'em up and send 'em back Clarkson blues Crash for free Clarkson blues We all want to be Engineer He live in fear Bossman tell him That the big man’s here Hear that moto engine scream Big boy living out our dream I’m just some punk With worn out shoes Standing at the bus stop With the Clarkson blues |
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