1. |
Eve Of The Night
04:12
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Good evening, Brink Express
How may I help you?
Three hours awake
Wriggling in the space your arms make
Rubbing our feet, awaiting a pluck
Turning away
The sheets wrapped around, just for today
Calling you mine, sure I am right
Hey, it’s alive
Making wind and rain as he describes
Can’t you come over here, to my side of the sheet
Spaghetti and sauce
But I won’t have your socks in my drawers
Calling you mine, sure I am right
To investigate
Or am I too indiscrete
When I feel your heart beating near
Who cares about the time
When the moon's alight
And our fires align
On the eve of the night
Laying on your pillow
Tryin' to make it clear
When I feel your heart beating near
‘Though I know
I've got to let you go
I'm rolling down the road
While my heart beats slow, but
Who cares about the time
When the moon's alight
And our fires align
On the eve of the night
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2. |
Not In A Million Years
04:56
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I walk the streets of this great city
Alone in the endless herd
Money buys you happiness?
Not in a million years
Thought we were friends no matter what
Never realised how you were using me
'Till death do us part?
Not in a million years
Searching for something to hold on to
Finding out what makes life worthwhile
Why do I chase all these illusions?
That leave me so unsatisfied?
Making love to you feels divine
Want to cry out: 'there is a God!'
Fall down on my knees and pray?
Not in a million years
Searching for something to hold on to
Finding out what makes life worthwhile
Why do I chase all these illusions?
That leave me so unsatisfied?
We peel off the layers of our disguise
They fall, leave us bare and exposed
We see each other for who we really are
Give up on us?
Not in a million years
Searching for something to hold on to
Finding out what makes life worthwhile
Why do I chase all these illusions?
That leave me so unsatisfied?
That leave me so unsatisfied
I walk the streets of this great city
Alone in the endless herd
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3. |
Complain...
03:41
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We’re just watching commercials
Making life kind of submission
We can buy a car on payment
And then turn off the television
I’m still doing the dishes
Taken over by confusion
I can’t break a crystal wine glass
Without fear of persecution
Baby knows I gotta get away
Need some time, they all say
I’ll leave this day
And after all
Parents complain another way
One more night I’m your headliner
The exciting belly dancer
Hey, I didn’t even notice
I’m your provider and financer
And I know I’m ruining your breakfast
But I'm taking down the marquee
I know that I’ll be brighter
In a place where I’ll be free
Baby knows I gotta get away
Need some time, they all say
I’ll leave this day
And after all
Parents complain another way
The walls enclosing
Yeah I’m imposing
Sure you’re opposing
What are you proposing?
Baby knows I gotta get away
Need some time, they all say
I’ll leave this day
And after all
Parents complain another way
Baby knows I gotta get away
Need some time, they all say
I’ll leave this day
And after all
Parents complain...
But I'm on my way
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4. |
On My Way
04:17
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Finally found the courage
To make my way back home
Drinking and talking
In those places I’ve been shown
Tryin' to forget
Dancing until dawn
Wandering from bar to bar
But I don’t feel reborn
I used to like your smell
And wear your dirty shirts
Now all the simple things
Seems you know where it hurts
Feels like living in a cheap motel
A cry for freedom fills my ears
Don’t know where I am going
But I’m getting out of here
Being dragged under
By your narrow-minded view
I can’t go with
What you think is true
I have stayed too long
Without my feelings told
The fire that once burned inside
Is freezing, turning cold
Try to keep on livin'
I close the door on you
Now I rest my case
So one has become two
Feels like living in a cheap motel
A cry for freedom fills my ears
Don’t know where I am going
But I’m getting out of here
The songs that I sing
I can no longer bring
Can’t wait 'till dawn
I gotta keep movin' on
Feels like living in a cheap motel
A cry for freedom fills my ears
Don’t know where I am going
But I’m getting out of here
Getting out of here
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5. |
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It is just an excellent day
The moon is shining
And I’m feeling depressed
It is just, won’t have it your way
The oil on your body
And your hands on my breasts
And all the things I should have done
Already been told in a thousand songs
I’m not in the mood
For dressing up like a nurse
I just don’t want to make love
I just don’t want to have fun
No, it's not as you boys call 'The Curse’
My body's fine, but my mind is on the run
And all the things that caused me tears
Already been told for a thousand years
And I might as well get drunk
And get laid next door
You’re giving me the same shit
I can find in any store
The problem is you’re wasting my time
We can’t fix it
I’ve already shopped for more
You say your life sucks because I don’t
No, no, no reflection on inviting my friend
A bunny suit, no way, no way I won’t
You’ve got yourself, go use your hands
She never knew any love
But now she’s getting too much
This bird is gonna fly again
She’s on her way to Neverland
I never knew any love
And now I'm getting too much
This bird is gonna fly again
I'm on my way to Neverland
I might as well get drunk
And get laid next door
You’re giving me the same shit
I can find in any store
The problem is you’re wasting my time
We can’t fix it
I’ve already shopped for more
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6. |
Hind Sight
05:36
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You should know better now
Knowing where you’ve been
All the places visited
And all the sights you’ve seen
Does it help you on your way
Saying you need a new home?
But your path keeps crossing
The place where you have grown
Taking the best of both sides
Or just stay in touch
It’s getting harder to tell
Why I like you so much
You're always on the run
Leaving, wanting me back
It's getting harder to tell
Why I love you so much
The grey morning displays a warning
It’s not all white or black
Sometimes it’s hard to choose
So we still keep coming back
Taking the best of both sides
Or just stay in touch
It’s getting harder to tell
Why I like you so much
You're always on the run
Leaving, wanting me back
It's getting harder to tell
Why I love you so much
You should know better now...
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7. |
Meantime
04:28
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Mondays are so boring
I keep on ignoring
These things that I must fix before I’ll pass away
The bearer of the letters
Makes it no better
Why isn’t he informed about my temper today
Words are causing confusion
I keep on losing
A sentiment’s required for the fate of a girl
The lines are telling nonsense
But it confronts us
With all your acts I shouldn’t be able to solve, well I will
Things are only getting worse
But it depends on what we do
In the meantime, in the meantime
The initiative is yours
And it depends on what we do
In the meantime, in the meantime
I interpret the sayings
While I'm waiting
For a prompting which will create some kind of inspiration
For what I will be posting
Should I be hosting
A man who’s mainly hunting for much stimulation
Things are only getting worse
But it depends on what we do
In the meantime, in the meantime
The initiative is yours
And it depends on what we do
In the meantime, in the meantime
I mail my postcard, in the meantime
Givin' a fresh start, in the meantime
But it depends on what we do, in the meantime
In the meantime
Things are only getting worse
But it depends on what you do
In the meantime, in the meantime
The initiative is yours
And it depends on what you do
In the meantime, in the meantime
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8. |
Damn
02:53
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There comes a time when you find out
That your daddy’s not B.A.
You understand what your uncle means
When he says he wants to play
Face the fact, Elvis is dead
And you cannot join the club
Hobbits don’t exist, but the dentist does
And the blues keeps coming up
Goddamn blues
Coca Cola invented Santa
And there’s no man in the moon
You realise that Di Caprio
Uses the toilet too
Experience you’ve got to fuck your boss
If you want to get that job
There’s no true love and your boyfriends cheat
And the blues keeps coming up
Goddamn blues
Politicians are not honest
Valentine’s Day is a mockery
Your parents don’t know what’s the best for you
Goddamn blues
There comes a time when you find out
That Britney Spears playbacks
Now you clearly feel that heroin
Is not better than sex
Say what?!
Life is just a music piece
With now and then bad news
‘Cause God is not a white old man
But a black lesbian
Singing the blues
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9. |
Little Man
04:09
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Hey little man
Feel the morning sun on your face
It’s getting stronger day by day
Only more days you can play outside
Hey little man
Play along in the schoolyard
Already forgotten your sore knee
When a kid pulled you off the slide
Hey little man
You can’t see beyond the sandbox
Just a faint glimpse of all that sadness
Creating castles and moats
Keeps it all outside
Hey little man
The teacher beckons you inside
For a sing-a-long and a little story time
You can’t hear the ambulance drive by
Hey little man
You can’t see beyond the sandbox
Just a faint glimpse of all that sadness
Creating castles and moats
Keeps it all outside
A little time for the telly
And after seven it’s time to sleep
Just before the eight o’clock news
Thunders by
Hey little man
You can’t see beyond the sandbox
Just a faint glimpse of all that sadness
Creating castles and moats
Keeps it all outside
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10. |
Cheer Up Charlie
03:20
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Well here you are, a morning star
Insecure and never gone too far
Make your way, gotta fight
‘Cause you’re sick when you’re all alone at night
But every day, longing for this
You want to cast away the prejudice
Ain’t it time, to break the ice
You got me to give you good advice
Throw away those thoughts, don’t doubt
I heard you whisper what you’re thinking about
It’s time for you to stand up proud
Feeling wicked, gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
I’m making it hot for you
But you’re still playing your games
Dykes will let the flood come in
It won’t quench the flames
Go on, just ignore the crowd
I heard you say what you’re dreaming about
I see suppressed frustrations sprout
You’re a mess, gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
You're confident with your hands
But I’ve seen the scissors in the washing stand
Why can’t we make some marmalade?
Don’t you waste no time girl scout
Why don’t you sing what you’re thinking about
I want you to say it loud
Don’t you waste no time girl scout
Why don’t you sing what you’re thinking about
I want you to say it loud
Feeling anchored, gotta let it all out
Let it all out, let it all out
Let it all out, let it out
Let it out
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11. |
Unfitting
04:23
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You are so rough
Scorching heat upon me
You are too rough
Can’t get in the beat
Of your personal stampede
You are so fast
Shooting blooms in the night
You are too fast
The one thing that remains
Is you rushing through my veins
For the highest prize
We’ve got to synthesize
Got to synthesize
For the highest prize
I am so soft
Posing gentleness upon you
I am too soft
I try to mesmerize
Blowing bubbles in the night
I am so slow
Aiming for the lights on the day
I am too slow
Like a very long time
Camping out in ‘69
For the highest prize
We’ve got to synchronize
Got to synchronize
For the highest prize
Lead me, need me
Baby, sympathize
Make love to me
For the highest prize
You’ve got to sympathize
Got to sympathize
For the highest prize
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12. |
Interstate Song
04:18
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I got a feeling that I can’t shake from my bones
Life’s on my neck like a freakin' stone
Clutchin' my mind as some clueless pray
And I just follow the breadcrumbs they lay
The fire died here, there’s nothing left to grief
No second chance, they’ve made you believe
Get in or get out, the endless commute
No time to follow, a preset route
When, more than ever things won’t fall into place
Put your foot down before it’s all down the drain
A piece of rock, turning right to wrong
Feel the highway with an interstate song
Catch the horizon, enjoy the palette
Alone on the road in an old Corvette
A piece of rock, turning right to wrong
Feel the highway with an interstate song
Pedal to the metal, run like the Devil
Drive till we’re all insane
Don’t know where I belong but I’m gonna make it
Wherever I end up I know I can take it
And when I’m stuck again I turn my music up loud
Just fill up the gas and leave without a doubt
Roll down the window and stick your head out
Taste the wind, become one with the sound
A piece of rock, turning right to wrong
Feel the highway with an interstate song
Catch the horizon, enjoy the palette
Alone on the road in an old Corvette
A piece of rock, turning right to wrong
Feel the highway with an interstate song
Pedal to the metal, run like the Devil
Drive till we’re all insane
Yeah, right on!
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13. |
Get The Fuck Out
02:52
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Let me start off by telling you
If you’re not hearing what I’m saying
Then I’m talking about you
Don’t care if you skip a line
But not hearing any verse
It's just a waste of my time
Maybe this one’s not the upper class
But damned if we were heard
Reeling just whoe’s and aa’s
It’s a fucking package deal feelin'
A combination of sound and rhyme
So if you don't hear anything we bring
Get the fuck out
And to all you others
Get the fuck out
Can’t stand repeating words in vain
On a catchy chorus and tune
So please hear me and ease the pain
Hope it’s not a desperate call
So good luck singing only the chorus
Get the fuck out
Hope you will start to hear it all
Get the fuck out
But until then
Get the fuck out
Hope you will start to hear it all
Get the fuck out
And to all you others
Get the fuck out
Ok, one more time
Get the fuck out
And we’ll see you next time
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14. |
To Occupy
04:34
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We don't have to bow for the mass
We don't have to allow to take the heat
If no one takes us seriously
Then everybody is obsolete
Never seen so many streets
I want to occupy
Ask me what I’m doing here
I’m pleased to tell you why
The few turn into many
Just for being man
Chalk on the bricks
And scream slogans once again
We don't have to bow for the mass
We don't have to allow to take the heat
If no one takes us seriously
Then everybody is obsolete
Fox says a puny display
Of outcasts and strays
No hardworking men
Make such a childish play
We took our chance
And simply worked harder
How come we have to pay
Just for being smarter
We don't have to bow for the mass
We don't have to allow to take the heat
If no one takes us seriously
Then everybody is obsolete
But never mind us
We’re just John Doe
Your flea in the fur
Way out of the normal flow
Never seen so many streets
Where I want to be
Long-haired trash we are
Provoking for equality
We don't have to bow for the mass
We don't have to allow to take the heat
If no one takes us seriously
Then everybody is obsolete
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Local Speed Delivery Deventer, The Netherlands
Local Speed Delivery is an experienced, enthusiastic and self-willed band from Deventer, The Netherlands. The band has performed at festivals and at various small venues. The music of Local Speed Delivery can be described as alternative pop-rock, with influences from various styles like (hard) rock, pop and funk. This band is available for great café performances, good parties and hot festivals. ... more
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