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Stray Cat
04:13
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Stray cat
when the sky is finished crying, a down pour of rain
the dust that settled and been washed down a drain
a moon so full, its fit to burst, might shower down in broken glass
down a blind alley, a cul-de-sac, Gut Tom is singing
with his eyes rolled back
chorus:
I got nine lives, dumb luck, I'm a stray cat down on love
I been skinned alive, kicked and cuss'd
I'm a stray cat, I'm down, but not out on love
now I know I've been here before, affairs of the heart
through revolving doors, the barman says I got deja vu
I said 'aint that French for a heart beaten black and blue
here I am another dead end, the bottle here is my only friend
chorus:
I got nine lives, dumb luck, I'm a stray cat down on love
I been skinned alive, kicked and cuss'd
I'm a stray cat, I'm down, but not out on love
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2. |
Bitching the Blues
03:14
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Bitching Blues
I thought I had nothing in this world left to lose
a broken down heart and beat up shoes
I can't get from you what I want
You won't play house and you won't give it up
give it up
can't have your love
I bought you finery diamonds and jewels
but all I get is a busted back and the bitching blues
i can’t get from you what I need
there's nothing shaking and you won't have me
give you up
I can’t have your love
give you up
I can’t give you up
I must be a fool keep on coming back for more
get my ugly face slammed in the door
can’t get from you what I need
kick me when `i’m down and watch me bleed
can’t give you up
She's heartless and mean selfish and cruel
the sun glows red in the midnight blue
All I need is one shot at your love
but i can’t have you and I can’t give you up
give you up
she’s a hot head sure with a short lit fuse
she’s a full moon cat and she’s bitching the blues
she plays dirty mean and tough
I’m a fool for her and I can’t give her up
give her up
can’t have her love
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3. |
Lilith
04:11
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Lilith
her lilies grow tall and slender, at the stall of the flower seller
in the spring sun we tremble, red roses that I bring her
on a bank of wild clover, by a brook babbling over
that runs on to the river, where the reeds buckle and silver
take me there
and Columbine and Harlequin were lovers for lilac and wild honey suckle for every love there's a flower the woodbine and forget-me-never
knights are bold to dream on her to wear her coloured ribbons
and heaven can only deliver, the promise of summer in winter
take me there
you took your passing pleasure, on the high seas of adventure
in Arabic gold and cinnabar, and the places of buried treasure
to turn and run with the weather, the tokens of romance forever
and safe from the storm in the harbour to the arms of my flower seller
take me there
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4. |
Oblivion
06:26
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OBLIVION
are these the tears you never cried?
or the thirst that forever will burn ?
look me straight in the eye
let's drink to oblivion
are these the lips that kissed?
the hand that caressed on ?
we leave on the morning tide
on the sea of oblivion
Oblivion
there are no stars to lead us home
wayward sister and prodigal son
lost in a siren of storms
to the song of oblivion
a shadow tolls the bell
a valley forever shaded from the sun
the dust road a dead man walk down
a dog snarls at the strangers in town
Oblivion
a blood red sign hangs at high noon
points from here to eternity
hold tight to your angel
hold close to your enemy
are these the rivers you never crossed?
look you turned away
forever will burn
in the eyes of oblivion
a roaring sea lies between us
the horizon is lost and gone
clinging on to the wreckage
in a storm of oblivion
Oblivion
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5. |
Black Coffee
02:33
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6. |
Tenderness
02:58
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7. |
Restless Lullaby
03:41
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RESTLESS LULLABY
the bees are drunk on the sugar vein
the red heads and wild dizzy blonds
down town dreams of a city that don't sleep
now the world is turning on
I’m waiting waiting for dreams to come
the night’s still alive with fire flies
like stars shot from a gun
like sequins fallen from a bridal gown
now the wedding guests are gone
I’m waiting, I’m waiting for dreams to come
And the dust of days will dance away
circle the midnight sun
the world turns and your beauty burns
and I am dreaming on
I’m waiting , I'm waiting, don’t keep me waiting too long
I'll be waiting 'til kingdom comes
waiting too long, waiting too long
Dawn breaks to the morning chorus
creeping like outlaws in the dawn
the bird doctors are willing to cure us
with the songs of sleep to come
The dust of days will dance away
circle the midnight sun
the world turns and your beauty burns
and I am dreaming on
I’m waiting, I'm waiting
Just one time for one last lullaby
then I must be moving on, I’ve been waiting to be in your arms
waiting for good times to come
waiting, keep me waiting, waiting too long,
keep me waiting, waiting too long
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8. |
Sea of love
03:08
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9. |
Deadbeat Daddy
03:58
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DEAD BEAT DADDY
Drifting out the dance hall into the cool night air
smoke and saxophone music
dead beat daddy on the basement stairs
raised on the devil’s music born to this rambling life
bend those sharps and hit those flats
wail into the night
gentle on my heart strings
every shade of a blue moon
she was a goddess herself sweet mother Mary of Jesus
why, the devil has all the best tunes
she could tear the wings off an angel
a dance for every cat house song
she could shred your hearts to ribbons boys
five bars in and solid gone
shaking like a set of bone china
a match to a petrol can
she’s my junkyard angel
and I’m her junkjazz man
junkjazz man
I want a gold ring for every finger
her tattoo on the back of my hand
shaking like loose silver
a piece of shrapnel in the heart of a junkjazz man
gentle on my heart strings
every shade of a blue moon
she was a goddess herself sweet mother Mary of Jesus
why the devil has all the best tunes
tell me why, why, why
all the best tunes
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10. |
My world is empty
03:34
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11. |
Drunk for Jesus
05:04
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I'm getting drunk for Jesus
comes a time you have to make a stand for the things you love
strike me down with a lightening bolt
hit me with all you got
a man can do as he damned well pleases
where’s this all going to lead us
we're getting drunk for Jesus
oh Lord
I pray to Mother Mary give me wings to fly
with the angels in the sky
man born alive I couldn't resist
you can shred my little heart to pieces
if you be my whiskey priestess
we're getting drunk every day for Jesus
we'll have such a fine old time
a rag and a flame and a bottle of turpentine
spark me up and we'll blow this world clean to blazes
cos we've been cursed with a God almighty thirst
we're busy getting drunk for Jesus
for the Lord
I'm just an old school playboy
good time girls bring me comfort and joy
the devotion of my shrine is infamous
but faith you know so deep, I got a reputation to keep
cos every day I'm busy drunk for Jesus
five bloody marys and ten how's your fathers
argue with me and I’ll run you round the houses
to your sins we all are witness
the devil is my advocate
tell ‘em on judgement day I’ll be a little late
cos I'll be busy getting drunk for the Lord Jesus
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12. |
No. 27 ( instrumental )
02:53
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13. |
Spellbound
05:59
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Spellbound 2
I’m underneath the street lamps at midnight
in a veil of night rain
soaked to the skin cut to the bone
calling out her name
I’m gritting through my teeth my eyes shot blood red
like I’m caught on a black widow spinning her web
spellbound I’m spellbound
I’m in the midnight railway station
got my ticket and I’m going underground
there’s no stopping at any destination
all aboard the train are spellbound
the hands frozen at midnight the clock on the wall
a picture with hollowed out eyes follow me down the hall
spellbound I’m spellbound
you can cry to the heavens when your love is in vain
stumbling and running like holy water down a drain
like an old violin locked in its case
forgotten in the lost and found
thats been cursed to hell by a gypsy girl i’m spellbound
spellbound I’m spellbound
a long distance voice is calling me calling me
demons in my head
driven to the flame in a dangerous game
like a habit that must be fed
spellbound I’m spellbound
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The Desert Turkeys Folkestone, UK
The Desert Turkey's set comprises original songs/instrumentals; we are predominately a performing group.
The trio's
intentions are to deliver music that is spirited and lyrical. Our playing is measured by a certain gritty, restrained melancholy - the music aims for a dynamic that is filmic and atmospheric.
Julian Whitfield: double bass, Bruce Allen: drums, Bernard Eveleigh: Spanish guitar/ vocals.
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