1. |
The Detective
05:26
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I’ve come to you with tattered sails
Stranded on a rock
No wind to take me forward
No waves to tell me to stop
Tell me to stop
Tell me
Oooooh
Oooh she feels me
I don’t know how
Oooh she feels me
I don’t mean to contradict the…
…Now
I’ve come to you with tattered sails
Stranded on a rock
No wind to take me forward
No waves to tell me to stop
Tell me to stop
Oooooh
Oooh she feels me
I don’t know how
Oooh she feels me
I don’t mean to contradict the…
…Now
Oooh she feels me
Yeah, yeah
No love detected (x8)
Aah-aah
I’ve come to you with tattered sails
Stranded on a rock
No wind to take me forward
No waves to tell me to stop
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2. |
One Last Thing
03:06
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Just one last thing
Before I go
I like to have it (x2)
Just one last thing
Before I go
I like to have it
Ooh, I like to have it
Just one last thing
Before I go
Look at the sky
It’s burning out my eye
One last thing
Before I go
I like to have it (x2)
Just one last thing
Before I go
I like to have it (x3)
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3. |
Nobody Loves Me
01:56
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Ooh
Just learning to play guitar
No-
-body loves me
I say
Nobody loves me (x2)
Me, me, me
Nobody loves me
Just learning to play guitar
Still no-
-body loves me
I say
Nobody loves me (x2)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody loves me
Ooh
Nobody loves me
It’s common truth that when
The wind is solid proof
Holding hands is
Ocean’s sands
Nobody
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4. |
Hole In My Shoe
05:06
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Hold my hand if you can
If you can understand
Understand what I am
I am no-one try to comprehend
Hunt the Sun, need the Sun
The Sun shies away
Shies away behind the clouds
The clouds behind your eyes
There’s a pattern to my life
Woooh there’s a hole in my shoe
Now I am not a tortured soul
Love is all around me
Perhaps it’s just my rock’n’roll
Hold my hand if you can
If you can understand
Understand what I am
I am no-one try to comprehend
There’s a pattern to my life
Woooh there’s a hole in my shoe
Now I am not a tortured soul
Love is all around me
Perhaps it’s just my rock’n’roll
Perhaps it’s just my rock’n’roll (x3)
My rock’n’roll
When I kill
When I die
Woooh there’s a hole in my shoe
Now I am not a tortured soul
Love is all around me
Perhaps it’s just my rock’n’roll
When I kill
When I die
When I say my last good-bye
(Hunt the Sun
Need the Sun
Hunt the Sun
Need the Sun)
Well I...
Hunt the Sun (x3)
Well I…
Hunt the Sun
Well I…
Hunt the Sun
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5. |
Janka
04:07
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All the love that she gives me
Summer sunshine filled with tender rain
All the love that she gives me
Comes from the heart and keeps me sane
You are time when there is none
You are mine when times are dark
You’re my girl and life has just begun
Darling, I don’t know
What the future holds
But try to tell right from wrong
You’re my girl
As your life unfolds
You’re trilling streams on meadows
On meadows and groves
You drive away shadows
Shadows and ghosts
Your fingertips soothe my soul
You are distance you are joy
You are time you are sound
You are under control
Under control
Darling I don’t know
What the future holds
All right come on
All the love that you give me now
Summer sunshine filled with tender rain
All the love that you give me now, yeah
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6. |
Wire Mesh
02:50
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Woooh!
Yeah!
I wanted to be with you
Well hell, I still care
Whoah, this is all a lie
Yeah!
I got caught in the wire mesh
And I was electrified
Whoah, this is all a lie
Wire mesh
Wire
Wire mesh
Well, I wanted to be with you
Well hell, I still care
Whoah, this is all a lie
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7. |
Don't Give a Fuck
03:06
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Well I don’t give a fuck
(Don’t give a fuck)
I’m just a little poor boy from Hungary
I don’t
I don’t I don’t
I don’t give a fuck
(I got the funk)
(Don’t give a fuck)
I’m just a little poor boy from
ha-ha-Hungary
I don’t
I don’t I don’t
I don’t give a fuck
(I got the funk)
(Don’t give a fuck)
I don’t give a shit about you
You don’t give a shit about me
I don’t give a shit about me
You don’t give a shit
I’m just a little poor boy from Hungary
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t give aaaaah...
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8. |
Cuz I'm Dead
05:20
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I’d like to kill you
but I can’t cuz I’m dead (x4)
I’d like to hold you
Plant flowers in your hand
I’d like to see you
dancing in the rain
I’d like to kill you
but I can’t cuz I’m dead (x4)
Yeah, I’m dead
I’d like to kill you
but I can’t cuz I’m dead (x2)
Yeah, I’m dead
Cuz I’m dead (x3)
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Indeed Budapest, Hungary
"Indeed are a spectacular rock n’ roll that hail out of Budapest, Hungary. These group talents bring rock whirls that pour
out dynamic ‘growling & howling’ riff explosions, extraordinary ‘lighting and flighting’ vocal jump and rhythm passages that bring a huge ‘romping & stomping’ band backbone for their overall rock music ride vibe...."
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