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I Cannot Pull the Stars from the Sky
I remember the day we were walking around
In this little graveyard in your town
It was a sunny day at the end of May
On this bench by a tree we were sitting down
[Chorus:]
This day has long gone by
But my feelings never passed by
I feel, for you, I could even die
But I cannot pull the stars from the sky
I remember the day sitting by a lake,
We were feeding the fishes, your hand in mine
I always wanted you, you always wanted me,
That was the common feeling beating in our hearts
[Chorus]
I remember the day when I was driving away,
guitar in my hand, tears in my eyes
You knew that I was poor, I knew that you were poor,
we had no other chance to build our life
[Chorus]
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Walkin' Away
03:05
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Walkin' Away
Faces and pleasant voices
All of them I met on my way
Mirroring and echoing in my heart
As I'm walk, walk, walkin' away
Traces and memories
That I left behind every single day
Showin' me that nothing will remain the same
As I'm walk, walk, walkin' away
[Chorus:]
And when it's time to say goodbye
I know I can't leave without tears
And though there are doubts in my mind
I'll have to do it without fears
And I don't want to waste my...I don't want to waste my time
Raindrops, snow flakes
Winds and dust and each single sun ray
Leaving their effects upon my skin
As I'm walk, walk, walkin' away
Good days, bad days
Always been telling me another tale
It's all being now a part of my life
As I'm walk, walk, walkin' away
[Chorus]
Words and melodies
That I learned and taught and sang and played
All ringin' dearly in my ears
As I'm walk, walk, walkin' away
Tears and laughter
Have been forming my face this way
Reminding me of all my friends
As I'm walk, walk, walkin' away
[Chorus]
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Better Off Dead
03:00
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Better Off Dead
Brett Gurewitz & Greg Graffin (Bad Religion)
I’m sorry about the sun
How could I know that you’d get burned?
And I’m sorry about the moon
How could I know that you’d disapprove
And I’ll never make the same mistake
The next time I create the universe
I’ll make sure we communicate at length
Oh Yeah
But until then better off dead
A smile on the lips and a hole in the head
Better off dead, yeah better than this
Take it away ‘cuz there’s nothing to miss
I’m sorry about the world
How could I know you’d take it so bad
And I’ll never make the same mistake
The next time I create the universe
I’ll make sure we communicate at length
Oh Yeah
But until then better off dead
A smile on the lips and a hole in the head
Better off dead, yeah better than this
Take it away ‘cuz there’s nothing to miss
Better off dead, yeah better off dead
Why don’t you try pushing daisies instead
Better off dead, yeah better off dead
Smile on the lips and a hole in the head
And I’ll never make the same mistake
The next time I create the universe
I’ll make sure you participate
Oh Yeah…
And I’ll never make the same mistake
The next time I create the universe
I’ll make sure you participate
Just in case
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Somebody
04:51
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Somebody
Somebody is raising trees in the garden
Somebody buys rain forests and cuts them
Somebody takes good care of children
Somebody goes home and beats or kills them
[Chorus:]
Somebody wants to walk with me
Somebody would never speak a word to me
Somebody wants to set me free
Somebody would build a jail for me
Somebody plays a game with folks and cheats them
Somebody stands up and says: 'Let's stop them!'
Somebody has love and respect for women
Somebody just owns and use and abuse them
Somebody thinks we're all equal as humans
Somebody treats men like dogs and shoots them
[Chorus]
Somebody pours poison into our water
Somebody tries to clean it over and over
Somebody plows whole populations under
Somebody would die for helping people
[Chorus] 2x
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Lost in the Forest
03:11
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Walk On Boy
03:13
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Walk On Boy
I was born one mornin',
The rain a-pourin' down,
Heard my mammy say to my pappy,
"Let's call him John Henry Brown."
[Chorus:]
Walk on, boy; walk on down the road;
Ain't nobody in this whole wide world
A-gonna help you carry your load.
I left my mammy and pappy
Just about the age of ten;
Lord, I got me a job a-workin' on the levee
Totin' water for the hard workin' men.
One day my pappy told me,
"Some advice I wanna give to you --
Son, find a good woman, be good to her,
An' she's gonna be good to you."
If anyone should ever ask you,
"Just who is that fella Brown?"
You can tell him I'm the boy who left his hammer smokin'
Where he beat that steam drill down.
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Chilly Winds
03:27
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Chilly Winds
Oh, chilly winds are blowing around
Trailed by hatred, leaving fear behind
Man's irrational thoughts are unleashed again
We have less and less place to hide
Oh, chilly winds are piercing to the bone
Getting people out of their mind,
it seems the brakes are gone
Blows and roars, stirring up the deepest soil of the past
Demons arose with enormous groans
[Chorus:]
Oh, who will stop the chilly winds before
They get into the hearts from where they can't turn back no more
So let us build a shelter out of love side by side
Where children of every color can hide
Oh, chilly winds are blowing around
Driven by the absence of a meaningful life
So the anger finds a way to break through the mind
As the lords of Necropolis arrive
[Chorus]
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Rod McNeil
03:48
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Rod McNeil
Now I make my living from a circuit I made
Out of trial and error and gigs that I've played
It might be the money or the town that it's in
But mostly it's people make you come back again
There was one little place that I played every year
It's outside of Pittsburgh, and I guess it's still there
Just a little old Moose lodge, the crowd was okay
But you never got rich from the money they'd pay
It's mostly been silent since Rod was around
But that place used to ring with a bluegrassy sound
And I'll never forget the way he made me feel
A big man with a bigger heart, named Rod McNeil
Beg you might arrive tired and dark in a gloom
Then he'd buy a big dinner and pay for your room
Pete Rowan would hug him and call him his dad
That day the lonely road didn't seem bad
I saw this and said that I'd buy it for Tim,
Didn't I Marty, he'd say with a grin
And I keep that toy fiddle on my window sill
To remind me of Rod and those grey Pittsburgh hills
It's mostly been silent since Rod was around
But that place used to fill with a bluegrassy sound
And I'll never forget the way he made me feel
A big man with a big heart, named Rod McNeil
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The Sea of Superficiality
You and me
In the sea
Of superficiality
Where nothing’s
Innerly
Pretended gladness around me
But I’m blue
Where are you?
Please help me somehow to find you
In this huge
Plastic sea
Of superficiality
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The Market
02:50
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The Market
There is a place called The Market
And this is the mightiest place in the whole world
You can buy, you can sell anything you want
For the great supply you find no word
And there's a house near the market
And this is the house where happy people work
There's a sign on the door 'production'
But nobody really knows what's going in there
[Chorus:]
And then you walk inside the house
'Labour-power' is your new name
And there you work for 10-12 hours
In a profit-making game
And when your time is over
Go and get the things you need to survive and pay
Wasn't it a beautiful day?
What a great place is the market
'Cause this is the place where everybody's free
You can exchange here whatever you have
Nowhere else there's such equality
Everything works fair in the market
No trade violation you can see
Social relations between things
Controlled by a mysterious hidden hand
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
And then you walk inside the house
'Labour-power' is your new name
And there you work for 10-12 hours
As a profit-making machine
And when your time is over
Go and get the things you need to survive and pay
Wasn't it a beautiful day?
On the marketplace
Nothing but fair-play
Everybody say
What a beautiful day
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Augusta Reel
03:59
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Mack the Knife
03:57
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Moritat (Mack the Knife)
As performed by Lyle Lovett for the film Quiz Show:
See the shark with teeth like razors
You can read his open face
And MacHeath, he's got a knife, and
In such an obvious place
On a beautiful blue Sunday,
See a corpse stretched in the Strand
See a man dodge 'round the corner...
Mackie's friends will understand.
Mr. Meier reported missing
Like so many wealthy men:
Mack the knife acquired his cashbox
God alone knows how or when
Jenny Towler, she turned up lately
With a knife stuck through her breast
While MacHeath, he walks the embankment,
Nonchalantly unimpressed
And the ghastly fire in Soho,
Seven children at a go
In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but
He isn't asked, he doesn't know
And the child bride in her nightgown,
Whose assailants still at large
Violated in her slumbers
Mackie how much did you charge?
Yes, the child bride in her nightgown
Whose assailants still at large
Violated in her slumbers
Mackie how much did you charge?
Mackie how much did you charge?
How much did you charge?
How much did you charge?
How much did you charge?
How much did you charge?
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The Devil's Knocking on My Door
I've seen another star-economist on the TV
He told us everything is alright, on his graphs all you can see
He never lived on the ground
He never cared what's going down
Another lie of our mad times
I heard another gypsy child has been shot down
Young men in Nazi uniform marching around
They want to paint everything red
They make more people go mad
They're obviously being misled
[Chorus:]
And all hell breaks loose tonight
I need to be strong enough if I want to save my mind
The Devil's knocking on my door
I don't want to fear him anymore
Another crying mother sent her son to war
Fantastic opportunities for the sadist and the poor
This is a real fascination
For a sick generation
In the 21st century depression
Another riot took place in the heart of the town
Desperate workers are on strike for they don't want to go down
The laws treat them really bad
The bourgeoisie's gone mad
‘No more welfare’ that's what they said
[Chorus:]
And all hell breaks loose tonight
I need all you good hearts if I want to save my mind
The Devil's knocking on my door
I don't want to see him anymore
I've seen good things, I've met many true people in my life
I've read good thoughts that gave me moral and helped me to survive
And I know many of us may fall
But we've got something to fight for
So come all you good people more and more
'Cause the Devil's knocking on my door
October, 2010
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Attila Tapolczai Augsburg, Germany
Attila Tapolczai is a singer-songwriter, guitar and mandolin player. Previously doing many years of punk rock, he formed his first acoustic group in 2005 which became known as Attila & Friends.
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