1. |
Not So Sweet
02:32
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You always seem so delightful,
but in fact you’re so spiteful,
and you always say things you don’t mean.
The way a smile fits on your face,
it kinda looks out of place,
and you know I know,
you’re not so clean.
The little flower in your hair,
and you pretending you don’t care,
but you want us right beneath your feet.
Sugar coated just as planned,
now you got us in your hand,
but you know I know you’re not so sweet.
And I will never be beneath your feet,
because to me you’re not so sweet.
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2. |
1940
02:49
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The things you say,
don’t add up to the ones you do,
a man of peace,
I smell a hypocrite in you.
Oh please,
keep an open mind,
until you find the size,
you think that fits you best.
A man of people
in the service of Her Majesty,
telling us how good our lifes can be.
A gentleman and distinguished
member of society,
unlike you and me.
No money,no lies,
imagine what a great life it can be,
oversized,
you fooled them but you’re not fooling me.
And when,
I see all those fellas
deeply dressed in blue,
it always makes me think of you.
And you always say,
that the love you give,
is the one you make.
We won’t remember you,
as a man in need of love
who used to drink to much.
A man of people
in the service of Her Majesty,
telling us how good our lifes can be.
A gentleman and distinguished
member of society,
unlike you and me.
A dreamer who lived against and
in the life of luxury,
a man just like you and me.
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3. |
Jack The Ripper
03:20
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One day in 1955,
Johnny walked out that door.
Nobody knew if he was dead or alive,
but he said I ain’t coming back no more.
No one knew why he left,
but we know what he said.
If I was to lead a life like you,
I’d rather be dead.
Maybe even Jack the Ripper,
ripping of your tiny head,
Maybe even miss Daisy,
on her way back home.
Days rolled by,
and time was dragging slow,
without him being home.
A shame that you left,
but don’t be long,
it makes the heart grow cold.
If you ever find yourself
dreadfully alone,
please do come home.
Maybe even Jack the Ripper,
ripping of your tiny head,
Maybe even miss Daisy,
on her way back home.
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4. |
Miss Milton
02:45
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Miss Milton’s lovely fudge pie,
she liked it but I don’t know why.
Marylin came here all the time,
across the line.
We watch you eat and dance,
life’s nothing more but romance,
polite and finely dressed,
with your life we’re all obsessed.
An image of Marylin and JFK,
we seem to judge the lifestyle
but we love the cliche.
From the oval to the screens,
across the USA and it seems,
in cold amazement,
we watch and refuse,
to stop the tragedy of life,
of misses Milton’s blues.
Reality seems to bend,
while you sail in to the sunset
far away to happy end.
Hanging out with old Tiffany lamps,
lonely gentleman and cheap tramps,
miss Milton knew how to get along.
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5. |
I'm Not There
02:53
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Pass me by,
in the halls.
Every night,
dreams of average size,
they don’t surprise.
My days,
in the halls.
Dreaming of,
things I can not be,
choices come naturally.
Such a big man,
you won’t believe me not even I do,
my friends would do anything for you.
Every day,
you state all,
of your views,
they are always moved.
What are you trying to prove?
You won’t believe me not even I do,
my friends would do anything for you.
I’m not a man,
of skills and taste,
I don’t pretend,
to be much more than I can do.
I’m not defined by noble of blue.
What I’d give,
to have an option to choose,
I’d be the one who is amused,
and you would say that it’s not fair,
but you’re not there.
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6. |
Balerie
03:29
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Wakes up in the morning
Looking sadly down on us
Playing go get beneath the skies
I wonder why we try
Don’t you blame us
There’s nothing we can do
All we get and all we give
We give it all to you
Hide behind the bench when she’s
Playing no more then she
Puts the kind of face on
The kind of face that we all adore
Everyday’s a day beneath the sun
We’ll have fun until the day is done
And in my mind
You’re everything that you should be
And just because they are blind
It doesn’t mean that I can’t see
If you could talk
I wonder what you’d say
The world to you is black and white
With endless shades of grey
When she sleeps I wonder
Where she goes down under
Sitting beneath the tree
When you look at us I don’t know what do you see
Everyday’s a day beneath the sun
We’ll have fun until the day is done
Everyday’s a day beneath the
We’ll have fun until the day is done
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7. |
I Know I Won't
02:04
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I said that I will when I know I won’t
I said that I do when I know I don’t
I say eleven when I mean five
I like to play dead it makes me alive
La la la la la la
I’m painting violet when I think of black
I get excited when I’m going back
I’m most delighted when I think of you
I dream of roses but I dream them blue
La la la la la la
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8. |
P
01:45
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Paul The Walrus Zagreb, Croatia
Paul The Walrus is a recording project made by Borna Mijolović who records, writes, produces and performs the music.
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