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Ludwig Had a Plan
05:00
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Sounds like you’re asking me to stay,
but I really need to go.
The sun will dawn a bright tomorrow,
but I really need to go.
The horns are blowing their surrender,
but I really need to go.
Sounds like you’re asking me to stay,
but I really need to go.
Sounds like you’re asking me to stay,
but I really need to go.
The sun will dawn a bright tomorrow,
but I really need to go.
The horns are blowing their surrender,
but I really need to go.
Sounds like you’re asking me to stay,
but I really need to go.
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2. |
Failure?
03:47
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I guess I’ll die alone,
I’ll leave an empty home.
I just won’t be afraid.
I just won’t be afraid
The tomb reads MCS,
I’ll put myself to rest.
I just won’t be afraid.
I just won’t be afraid.
The ringing in the ears or maybe it’s a phone.
I cannot feel fear ‘cause I’m the cold stone.
Been escaping for years and now I’m just gone.
Nobody drops a tear and voices say I’m alone.
But oh, love, no; you’re not alone!
Life just leaves my body with each one of my sighs.
I’m the one bastard that runs during a fight.
I’m the kind of man who looks for love at night.
I’m that one moth who hates the taste of light.
Who is him, the man next to me?
With the soul of a madman and the face of a kid.
Who is him? He’s just my companion, my lover, my brother in this hell of a trip.
I just won’t be afraid.
I just won’t be afraid.
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3. |
Keep On Searchin'
02:12
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I keep on lookin',
so I keep on searchin',
and, they keep on tellin' me
“What should I do?”
So I stopped lookin',
and I started thinkin',
but they, they keep on tellin' me
“What should I do?”
I am part of the painting.
See how everybody is waiting.
Maybe I should stop fainting.
"Please, tell me what should I do?"
And then, they keep on comin',
and they, they wouldn't stop tellin'.
I see them sellin',
and I'm still alone.
What? What should I say?
And what? What should I do?
And why? Why should I pray
if I don't want to?
Out of the tunnel, wearing a towel.
Out of the tunnel, no Ginsberg's Howl.
Now I keep on goin'
And they still call me friend
And so I, I started askin'
When will all of this end?
Cause really I hear nothin'
You know I just pretend?
So maybe you should stop tellin' me
“What should I do?”
I am part of the painting
See how everybody is waiting
Maybe I should stop fainting
"Please, tell me what should I do?"
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4. |
Death of the 60's
03:22
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There’s something coming over,
it’s gonna take us up.
Hear it coming so take cover,
it’s gonna make ‘em clap.
You better not be sober,
or maybe take some drugs.
Look to me as your one lover,
and quit looking like a thug.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
As Brian took his last bath,
little Sally fell in love;
and while Jimbo let his mojo clap,
the Moon stared from above.
As Rango had no company,
he shed another tear;
and with Loucy singing harmonies,
the album of the year.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
Taking place,
make ‘em run.
In this race,
have some fun.
Speed it up,
different pace.
It’s a mustn’t,
but we can.
Not everybody loves the sun,
but it’s not the case,
let it burn my face:
let it make me a man.
And it’s true,
that we have no clue,
but we ain’t no fool!
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
It’s the death of the sixties.
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5. |
The C.R.O.C.
06:16
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They say there’s a white creature coming out of the swamp;
you can pray, you can pray, but he already ate the lamb.
Mama’ said if I saw him he’d bring me luck,
but the truth little girl is he don’t give a fuck
Red eyed sold his soul to be rich,
and now he’s the devil's little bitch.
Don’t snitch, don’t snitch; try to run, try to run.
Blue eyed will kill you just for fun.
Don’t ask him for money or say his name out loud;
they won’t find your dead body when the sun comes out.
You can try, you can try; try to put the lock…
Don’t be shy, don’t be shy ‘cause here comes Mister Tick-Tock:
not your normal croc…
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