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Distant Land
04:01
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I’ve been run down in the fields, do you know just how that feels
But I think that there’s a God and that’s the truth
Having laid my son to rest, I don’t know which way is best
But I am sure we’ll find some happiness at least
There is fighting in the street, with the children at our feet
Surely now it’s time we found a better way
We don’t have a place to go but the only thing I know
is it won’t be here but in a distant land
Trying to find a way through
To a certain future
Love is all that matters now, to us
Won’t the world embrace us
With a certain future
Love is all that matters now, to us
Well I know my quest is right and I’ll never see the light
Like the 30000 souls who’ve gone before me
Got some money in my hand and am goin’ to make a stand
Against a destiny of fear and certain heartbreak
Though we’re trying to count the cost and I know the war is lost
All we have is a sea of human fucking heartbreak
We don’t have a place to go and the only thing I know
As it won’t be here, but in a distant land
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Gas light
telling me lies
Selling your lies on me
Gas light
telling me lies
Getting your highs on me
You’re a fake news filibuster
Now I’m micro-dosing on air
The Great Pretender - a Starke affair
A knight without a horse - rides on and on and on
Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo
You’re a gangster talking glory
A front-page headline story
You pick your moment, a coup d’etas
The revolution drags on and on
Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo
You’re a paranoid invasion
A renegade machine
Trade in cigarettes and coffee cream
The revolution goes on and on and on
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I had a dream I had a crazy dream
You were here and we were lost along the way
Passed a sign that told me not to wait
Hugged a stranger in a neon-lit café
Hooked a ride with a billionaire cowboy
Skinny thighs in a trashy magazine
Don’t deny, you can take it or leave it, the language of curiosity
I had a dream, I had a crazy dream
You were here and we were lost along the way
Passed a sign that told me to escape
Hugged a stranger with a secret on his face
Hooked a ride with a billionaire cowboy
Mini prize in a dirty cash machine
Don’t deny, you can take it or leave it, the language of curiosity
Don’t look back, throw it away
Don’t look back, throw it away
You can have it all, have it all...
I had a dream, I had a crazy dream
You were here and we were lost along the way
Passed a sign that told me it’s too late
Hugged a stranger in a neon lit cafe
Hooked a ride with a billionaire cowboy
Skinny thighs in a trashy magazine
Don’t deny, you can take it or leave it, the language of curiosity
Just to know you, found you
For a moment, in time
Came from nothing, everything
Just to know you, this time
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Bad Sign
04:32
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It’s a bad sign, You went straight in for the money
Sad sign, ‘fore you knew the heart of me
Your advice now, You went straight in for the money
Providing there was no guarantee
Spreading the word - don’t come for free
You pay the man - bring it home for me
I like your vibe - let’s stay in touch
Pluggin’ away ‘till you’ve sold enough
Must be unique - a rising star
Ain’t just about the music part
Making a scene - selling a dream
Playing a gig - doesn’t come free
You gotta make - somethin’ outta me
I like your vibe - let’s stay in touch
Pulling a crowd - when you’re big enough
Making it up - as you go along
Ain't just about that perfect song
Making a scene - selling a dream
Imagine. Change my name to a headline
Set me up for a lifetime, shiny photograph cover story
Imagine. Change my name to a goldmine
Set me up for the big time, shiny photograph cover story
It’s a bad sign, you went straight in for the money
A sad sign, ‘fore you knew the heart of me
Your advice now, you went straight in for the money
A sad sign, ‘fore you knew the heart of me
Your advice now, you went straight in for the money
A bad sign, ‘fore you knew the heart of m
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Take time to grow old
There’s no need to fade away, don’t give up they always say, before you're gone
Take time to grow old
Don’t fall back on yesterday, no regrets they always say, before you're gone
Take Time to Grow Old
Find yourself a mystery; a sword that has never been found
Burn some Kaufman rubber on the road where the king can be found
How long will it take, how long
How long, is up to you
Twist the cap of alchemy; a canyon with Henry around
Feel the scent of destiny when you trip over the line
How long will it take, how long
How long, is up to you
Na, na-na na, na-na, na-na
Ahhhh
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Said So
05:34
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Didn't look back to see the pain in your tears, because you said so
Living the dream isn't all that it seems, we’re on a go slow
Driving around to find some desolate ground, because he said so
Minding my own and now I’m dancing alone, we’re in a no-go
I know what it is and you know how to get it
Like a setting sun
The high and the low is the only way to go because they said so
Flying so high; you’re never gonna die because you know so
The spoon and the lighter makes everything tighter we’re so bo-ho
You know that’s it’s right; every single night we’re going down low
I know what it is and I know how to get it
Like a setting sun
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It Ain't Right
04:18
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It ain’t right It ain’t natural
It ain’t right It ain’t natural
Didn’t give my permission
You don’t have the right
You created division
In the songs the south were singing ‘bout late at night
You can call it tradition; a colour sublime
And I make no apology
‘Cos you’re not stopping me, you’re not stopping me
Didn’t give my permission
You don’t have the right
Twisted judicial system - and I don’t know that - you want the best for me, right
Without fear or compassion
A burnt appetite
And I make no apology
Cos you’re not stopping me, you’re not stopping me
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Kickin’ up on a Saturday night, you said life ain't easy
Dancing in and looking so right, you're trying to please me
I’m in love, don't forget it
I still want you, I might live to regret it
I’m stone cold crazy ‘bout the love that you give
One touch in the back of my mind, rich and sleazy
Out cold and feeling you might try an’ appease me
Smell leather in the back of the car, come and squeeze me
In the morning, breakfast at 10, please believe me.
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I wrote you letters, parchment to hold
You brought suspicion, or so I am told
Love is a picture, to paint and to see
Lay it out on me
Walk in the forest, there’s nothing to fear
I am so right, when you are so near
Love is an anger, a sign, a decree
Lay it out on me
Walk through the water, just in and not on
Swim in the ocean, bask in the sun
I gave you my all, your love is my plea
Lay it out on me
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Ride On Cowboy
05:17
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Ride on cowboy, Ride on cowboy
It don’t mean a thing, and it don’t cost a thing a thing
Ride on cowboy
There’s nothing left to lose, Got nothing left to prove
Ride on cowboy
Just because I’m on my own, it’s a risky business
Got the tinder and the match - if the feeling’s right
I’m not looking for a dream - there’s no need to fake it
Let’s all be free tonight
You won’t need a thing, you won’t feel a thing this time
You won’t need a thing, you’ll feel everything as he’s taking you down
Just because I’m on my own, it’s a risky business
There’s no point in looking back - gonna make it right!
I’m not looking for a dream - there’s no need to fake it
Let’s all be free tonight
You won’t need a thing, you won’t feel a thing this time
You won’t need a thing, you’ll feel everything as he’s taking you down
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Starlite & Campbell Portugal
Artists and full-time musicians husband and wife Suzy Starlite & Simon Campbell are storytellers in music: recording, writing, producing in their own analogue studio and love vinyl.
They also write a cool blog - VIBES
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