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Liberty Bell March
01:36
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Lazy Eyed Clown
03:35
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Folks, look out, for the Magical Mystical Clown
A Juggling Jester with no kingdom nor crown
That tramps the streets on long crooked stilts
Spinning the world on his finger tips
This Lazy eyed Magical Mystical Clown
Has a three legged donkey that follows him around
Seven French poodles tied to a string
And a box full of wonders that could suck you right in
Now you may think this story has no twist
Creatures like him just can’t exist
Believe me now what I say is true
Beware...
That the Magical Mystical Clown could be right behind you!
If you pay him silver, if you pay him well
He’ll give you a ride on his old carousel
He’ll probably take you to hell and back
And the win all your money in a game of Black Jack
Now you may think this story has no twist
Creatures like him just can’t exist
Believe me now what I say is true
Beware......!!!!!
(Solo)
Now you may think this story has no twist
Creatures like him just can’t exist
Believe me now what I say is true
Beware...
That the Magical Mystical Clown could be right behind you!
Beware...
He’s the Magical, Mystical, Musical...Radical...Lazy Eyed Clown!
Lazy Eyed,
Lazy Eyed, Mystical Clown!
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3. |
Just Run
02:29
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Don’t look back, stick your dreams in a sack
They’ll be troubles ahead so be a smart jack
No money, no home, no time, no rest
Just a handful of hope...fuck all the rest!
The sun will burn the cold will pierce
Sweat and pain will leave in tears
But run, don’t stop, don’t fall, don’t drop
Keep your eyes on the ball...aim for the top!
Back on the road, out of control
Back on the road with no place to go
Back on the road, out of control
Back on the road with no place to go
Hell only knows what road your on
But your feet keep moving as you stumble along
So be quick, be slick, be fast, be strong
Just keep on the move...till the end of this song!
You’ve heard the gun
So start to run
There’s a line to cross
Fly with the wings of the albatross
Back on the road, out of control
Back on the road with no place to go
Back on the road, out of control
Back on the road with no place to go
So don’t look back, stick your dreams in a sack
They’ll be troubles ahead so be a smart jack
No money, no home, no time, no rest
Just a handful of hope...fuck all the rest!!!
Back on the road, out of control
Back on the road with no place to go
Back on the road, out of control
Back on the road with no place to go
Back on the road, out of control!
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4. |
Strait Jacket Swing
03:40
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They sped over with a big white van in a glare of flashing lights
When they got to the “Castle Club” it was two o’ clock at night
Those men in white were a terrible sight as they crashed inside the hall
We was having some fun, we was having a ball...no worries at all...
They charged into the room, and someone killed the lights
Before they could cry out -‐ “freeze!”-‐
I was already out of sight
I ran through the door backstage and jumped into the street
But the moment I hit the ground they strapped me to the van’s backseat
Lock him up he’s crazy... He’s nutty as a hot fruitcake
Lock him up he’s crazy... Catch him for goodness sake!!
Lock him up he’s crazy... He’s nothing but a clown
Lock him up he’s crazy... Take him out of town!!!
I got thrown into a padded cell at St Maggie’s Mental Home
Where they lock up crazy folk, high on rock’n roll
But I could not bear to end up like a shark in a small fishbowl
So I found a soft spot in the building wall and dug myself a hole
Lock him up he’s crazy... He’s nutty as a hot fruitcake
Lock him up he’s crazy... Catch him for goodness sake!!
Lock him up he’s crazy... He’s nothing but a clown
Lock him up he’s crazy... Take him out of town!!!
Now they’re trying to track me down and put things to an end
but everywhere I go, my music sends ‘em round the bend
My swing is sick and my drive...will drive ‘em up the wall
Hit the castle club at two o’clock if you wanna have yourselves a ball!
Lock him up he’s crazy... He’s nutty as a hot fruitcake
Lock him up he’s crazy... Catch him for goodness sake!!
Lock him up he’s crazy... He’s nothing but a clown
Lock him up he’s crazy... Take him out of town!!!
For he’s a jolly good fellow, for he’s a jolly good fellow, for he’s a jolly good fellow ...and so say all of us!
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5. |
Ko Phangan Island
02:55
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Dogs sleeping on the streets in Ko Phangan Island (x3)
Sleeping on the streets in Ko Phangan Island
...and that’s ok with me!
I’ve got no money but hey,
that could be a reason to stay well I’m just a lonely dog left astray so I’ll sleep on the streets
...oh what a holyday!
I’m just a lonely dog on Ko Phangan Island (x3)
I’m a lonely dog on
Ko Phangan Island
...but that’s ok with me!
I loved you baby, but you sent me away
And now I’m just a dog with no place to stay
But I’ve got no worries, nothing more to say ‘cause tomorrow, I know, will be a bran new day!
There are many pretty girls on Ko Phangan Island (x3)
There are many pretty girls on Ko Phangan Island
...and that’s ok with me!
(Solo)
I loved you baby, but you sent me away
And now I’m just a dog with no place to stay
But I’ve got no worries, nothing more to say ‘cause tomorrow, I know, will be a bran new day!
There are many pretty girls on Ko Phangan Island (x3)
There are many pretty girls on Ko Phangan Island
...and that’s ok with me!
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6. |
The Bet
03:17
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He’s got style, he’s got the moves, he’s got the swagger
As he quickly leaves his room at the Grand Palace Hotel
With a deck of cards and is long black crook umbrella
Will he play with chance tonight? Will he go and roll the dice?
The music’s loud, there’s a jingling sound, as he enters the casino
Lucky Ned is there with a couple of thugs dealing a hand of stud
The pot is rich, the game is fixed, it’s ten past one in Reno
Will he play with chance tonight?
Will he go and roll the dice?
Will he stay alive or pay that bitter price!
The dice has left his bony fingers
Greed has got him by the balls
You bet he’ll bet and will regret that (day in front of the roulette The) day he lost it all with a single bet!
He’s got style, he’s got the moves, he’s got the swagger
As he meets with the devil himself...somewhere down in hell
Well I’m the king, the king of doom and you’ve been a naughty fellow!
Will you play with chance tonight? Will you go and roll the dice?
The game begins, the pressure builds his cards are on the table
Those big red fiery eyes are looking straight at him
He’s feeling the heat, he’s shaking now as he gambles with the devil...
Will he play with chance tonight?
Will he go and roll the dice?
Will he stay alive or pay that bitter price!
(Solo)
The dice has left his bony fingers
The devil’s got him by the balls!!!!!!!!
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7. |
Bonebreakers
03:16
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Driving up the valley in a small tin can
got to get to the border as fast as we can
wheels are skidding on the snow -- skidding on the snow
we’ve got to make it to the show -- make it to the show
we’re like four ice cubes in a Boston shaker
watch out for us......”bonebreakers”!
the coppers pulled us over and it aint no joke
those idiots were convinced we were smuggling some dope
we’re a rock band on the go -- rock band on the go
we’ve got to make it to the show -- make it to the show
we’re like one of the cars in the Wacky Races
watch out for us......”bonebreakers”!
once we got to the club it was half past six
we jumped up on the stage and started ordering some drinks
people dancing down below -- dancing down below
we finally made it to the show -- made it to the show
we’re like four baboons locked up in cages
watch out for us......”bonebreakers”!
we were drunk, we were high and we danced the whole night through
but Alle pulled me by the hand and broke right in two
what a way to end the show -- way to end the show
hey that’s the way it had to go the -- way it had to go
we’re like four of a kind when you need aces!!!!
watch out for us......”bonebreakers”!
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8. |
Small Reaction
04:02
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Wine stains and empty bottles
cigarette butts on the carpet in the hall
The sink is overflowing and water’s dripping on the floor
the wallpaper is pealing and the phone’s off its hook
This house is a mess
And so are you...
So
Stop that yawning
It is morning
A brand new day
It’s time
For a plan of actin
A small reaction might get you through the day
So pick them up those lazy bones you’ve got
And step outside in to the sun
So pick them up those lazy bones you’ve got
A brand new day has just begun
Whose is that face inside the mirror?
A fragile and broken image of a man
A silhouette...a paper cutout
Stolen from the pages of your past
This calls for a revolution
Slap some water on your face
Open up, will you!
and let some of that sun in...
So
Stop that yawning
It is morning
A bran new day
It’s time
For a plan of actin
A small reaction
might get you through the day
So pick them up those lazy bones you’ve got
And step outside into the sun
So pick them up those lazy bones you’ve got
A brand new day has just begun
So
Stop that yawning
It is morning
A brand new day
It’s time
For a plan of actin
A small reaction
might get you through the day
So pick them up those lazy bones you’ve got
And step outside into the sun
So pick them up those lazy bones you’ve got
A brand new day has just begun
Don’t look at me like you’ve just lost the plot
A brand new day has just begun
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9. |
King of Fools
03:50
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Once upon a time I could be considered a truly respectable member of our society, but somehow....
I fell off my throne -‐ and now I’m skinned to the bone,
This here pile of muck -‐ is my home sweet home.
my life is a bit of a mess -‐ but I couldn’t care less cause I aint too square -‐ it’s either lose or dare
I’m a walking disaster -‐ Instead of stopping I go faster
I don’t play by the rules -‐ ‘Cause I’m the king of fools
And now I’m dressed in old rags -‐ I should be packing my bags
But I aint gonna leave -‐ there’s still an ace up my sleeve
..that’s why
..that’s why
they call me Slick Steve!
Life aint no joke -‐ You could end up in smoke
But when the joke’s on you – you’ve got to make it through
with shift a or a gamble -‐ with a scam or a swindle I can trick and deceive – I can make you believe
..that’s why
..that’s why
they call me Slick Steve!
‘Cause part of the fun is not knowing what to do at the right time!
‘Cause part of the game is not knowing how to get to the right place!
...a trick or two...could save your face your face!
I’m a walking disaster – a trickster and a jester
I don’t play by the rules -‐ ‘Cause I’m the king of fools
And now I’m dressed in old rags -‐ I should be packing my bags
But I aint gonna leave, -‐ there’s still an ace up my sleeve
..that’s why
..that’s why
they call me Slick Steve!
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10. |
Wasted City
03:30
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Got to get me a ride
A ride outta town
This concrete prison
Has drained me out
I need a ray of light
To shine on me
I need to feel some air
Under my feet
‘Cause what goes up
Not always comes back down
These walls around me
They stand like giants
These long black streets
Lead to despair
Come people join me
Time to attack
These barricades
Won’t hold us back!
‘Cause what goes up
Not always comes back down
When hopes are high
You fly right off the ground
And when the sun
Starts to rise
We will rise
All as one
These sad old walls
Will start to crumble our time
Has just begun!!!
So won’t you give me a ride?
A ride outta town
This wasted city
Is falling down
I need a ray of light
To shine on me
I need to feel some air
Under my feet
‘Cause what goes up
Not always comes back down
When hopes are high
You fly right off the ground
(X2) And when the sun
Starts to rise
We will rise
All as one
These sad old walls
Will start to crumble our voice
will sound as one!!!
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11. |
Pink Elephants on Parade
09:00
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Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade
Here they come! Hippety hoppety
They're here and there Pink elephants everywhere
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed
On their head
Clippity cloppity
Arrayed in braid
Pink elephants on parade
What'll I do? What'll I do?
What an unusual view
I can stand the sight of worms
And look at microscopic germs
But technicolor pachyderms
is really too much for me
I am not the type to faint
When things are odd or things are quaint
But seeing things you know that ain't
can certainly give you an awful fright
What a sight!
Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!
I'm afraid, need your aid
Pink elephants on parade
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Slick Steve & The Gangsters Brescia, Italy
Slick Steve and The Gangsters are a “highly explosive” band from the Italian city of
Brescia.
The project is based on a conscious artistic cross over combining the band’s distinctive vintage and modern sound with circus style performance, alternating Swing, Rhythm'n Blues and Rock’n Roll with magic tricks and juggling.
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