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There’s some kind of commotion by the jukebox machine
A sea of leather jackets and tight blue jeans, oh yeah
And they’re coming for me, ‘cos I’ve got myself all tangled up
All upside-down and dummystruck, oh yeah, because of just one thing
I know she’s Jimmy’s girl but I love her
The guys at the Hop don’t seem to understand
She’s got me in a whirl, I’m in trouble
And now’s the time I up and ran
The cops pulled me over to the side of the road
and said, “Get out of here, son, things are going to explode in your face,
those guys are coming after you,”
So I hitched a ride out to Dead Man’s Curve and rued the day I fell in love
And threw it all away
‘Cos I know she’s Jimmy’s girl…
Jimmy and the Vipers found me up at the Pass
I could have sworn this Friday night on earth was gonna be my last
But I stood my ground like I was greeting old friends
‘Cos some day every jukebox record must come to an end
Jimmy clapped his hands, his boys moved in for the kill
Then I heard the Giant’s T-Bird cruising slowly up the hill
I turned and smiled, said:
“You’ve got one choice, I think you’d better run- here come the Zatopek boys.”
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Turkish Bread Chronicle
02:18
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Smoked a joint down at the bus stop with that cute German girl with dreads
Took my seat, it’s nearly 2am, a few more braincells dead
Greek girl sitting next to me, we ate Turkish bread
And talked about the European Union- its effects on the Greek economy
She said “ship”, I thought she said “sheep”
She put her head upon my shoulder, yeah we drifted off to sleep
Before you realise it everyone is gone
The building is empty, the lights are still on
Talk into the morning, goodbyes are said
What am I left with?
A broken heart, and a loaf of this half-eaten Turkish bread
She told me about her life in Greece, society built around debate
Is that the German border? Man, I hope this bus will be delayed!
They sit around just dodging work just like we do at home
“And just remember, boy, that Athens is much prettier than Rome”
And before you realise it everyone is gone
The buildings they’re empty, the lights they’re still on
Walk into the morning where goodbyes are said
What am I left with?
Yeah before I realise, the Greek girl she’s gone
The bus is nearly empty, the lights are coming on
She walks into the morning where goodbyes are said
I take another bite of this delicious Turkish bread
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City Lights
02:12
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The city lights up like a cigarette
The moon’s a broken heart and the stars are set like peep-holes in an empty sky
I wander lost alone on a Saturday night
I pass the Stalinist flats, I pass the Marxist punks
I pass the anarchist graffiti and although I’m drunk
My mind is clear, my heart’s alive
I’ve been through this before and I know that I’ll survive
I don’t need your eyes, I’ve got the city lights
Electric lifeblood flowing through these concrete veins
And I don’t need your truths
I’ve got one of my own…
Walking around in circles and I’m laughing at the night
You always said I was a psycho, I’m just trying to prove you right
And so the cards were stacked, I had no hand to play
The house we built collapsed, that’s why I’m singing here today
And now I’m heading down to Simon-Dach, turn right up by the lights
Following the train tracks leading deep into the night
Dancing in the gutter, playing football with a stone
Turn left down by the bridge and then I take the long way home
I don’t need your eyes, I’ve got the city lights
Electric lifeblood flowing through these concrete veins
And I don’t need your words
I’ve got some of my own
Cold dark river keeps on flowing
I watch it from the bridge above
The moon’s just another light that’s glowing
On this heap of concrete that I love
I don’t need your eyes, I don’t need you
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Mary Lou
03:37
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You broke my heart and everything in sight
All I wanted was to feel alright
Now I’m stuck here I don’t know what to do
Stamped my foot and broke my shoe
My blood ran red I sang the blues
For Mary Lou
We had a fight I don’t know what I did
You took the car and left me with the kids
Now I’m stuck here drinking all alone
Stamped my foot…
Oh I don’t care what they say about you my love
I don’t care what they think about about me
‘Cos everytime I look into your eyes
I know our love was meant to be
So I was sat there drinking all alone
I heard a car I thought that she’d come home
But she just slapped me snapped my guitar
Drove down to the roadhouse where we kissed for the first time
I bought a hooker just to get you off my mind
Can’t pay my bills now crying in the dark
Stamped my foot…
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3am and 18 years old, some town in Northern France
15 pounds across the sea and back
We were not looking for no answers, just fun
Like a mirage in the night we saw them there
Punk rock girls about our age
Hanging for no reason in the moonlit village square
We looked ahead and carried on our way
Where’d those strangers get to, and where are they today?
Re-traced our steps but they’re gone forever
Life just seems to be that way
One hour later a mate and I went back to find those girls again
Left our friends sleeping underneath the stars
Cops stopped and searched us, “What you doing in our town at 4am?”
We finally hit the sad and empty square, just the beer cans remained
The girls had vanished into their smalltown Gallic world
We woke our mates and tried to find the nearest train
But where’d those strangers get to, and where are they today?
Re-traced our steps but they’re gone forever
Life just seems to be that way
It’s okay, life just seems to be that way
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The Boy Done Good
03:20
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I got pissed in a thousand cities, or so it seems
I’ve been kissed by a million pretty women
And they say, “the boy done good”
I’m well known to a billion faces down the local pub
I’ve been jipped at the Millwall races betting on the wrong dog
Still they say, “the boy done good”
Pour me another glass of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, I used to own my destiny
Pour me another glass of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny- now my destiny owns me
First wife left me said I was pathetic, so did the sixth
I had a trial down at Charlton Athletic, I was too damned drunk to kick
Still they said, “the boy done good”
Pour me another glass…
I walked up Chiswick way, past the roundabout and down by the canal
I found an old man pub, Fats Waller 45s spinning on a Wurlitzer in the corner
They said, “come on in son, I see you’re from South Ealing,
First pint of Pride is on the house, and why don’t you sing a little song with us?
It goes like this…”
You should have heard ’em sing, you should’ve heard them old drunks sing…
Pour me another glass…
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Well don’t you know I’m number one in this town but I don’t mind
When the girls like another guy’s style
But the word was on the street from the Rebel’s Rock insiders
There’s a new kid hanging around and he calls himself the Spider
And the girl’s know DeNiro is a tolerant man
To all the local gangs I know I like to lend a helping hand
But things were getting kind of crazy and the only choice I saw
Was for a drag-race at the point, we’ve got to lay down the law
Well the moon was shining high above Rebel Point that night
As Spider’s Chevy slowly topped the hill
He stepped out on the kerb and leaned real casual on the hood
Said, “These guys been hanging ’round, look like they’re up to no good”
He seemed the kind of cat who likes to play it straight
So I took him at his word and said, “Let’s get on with the race”
We jumped behind the wheels and dropped the lights down low
Then the Giant dropped the flag and shouted “1-2-3-Go!”
The race was neck and neck until the final curve
We saw some Vipers on the line, I guess we both had to swerve
We took a head-count, we were looking at a ten-versus-two
Spider shrugged it off, he dug it, man, he knew what to do
In three seconds flat he’d put old Jimmy on the floor
The Vipers backing off, they were not liking what they saw
I lit a smoke, I shook his hand, said, “Kid, I guess you’re alright
I wonder, son, you wanna cruise with the Zatopeks tonight?”
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Finally broke out, I’ve got to burn the bridges back
I need to build myself a life ‘cos I was slipping through the cracks
And I’m tired of the talking, tired of all the endless whining
I was hanging out at Kopi but I had to get away
Because the band were really bad and I was feeling out of place
So I pushed through the crowd and headed for the empty street
I was alone
And the moonlight spilled like beer on Berlin Town
It’s isolated, set aside
It builds you up, it knocks you down
Another night on the Divide
Pass a punk rock couple, well, they hold each other tight
And gaze at me with curiosity- a weirdo in the night
So I stand on the bridge, yeah
And watch the TV Tower for a while
East Side Gallery, not a sound except my boots scuffing the tar
I hear a voice, I turn around, it’s just a passing car
And man I feel like I’m the only being on the earth tonight
As the moonlight spills like beer on Berlin Town
I’m isolated, set aside
It builds me up, it knocks me down
Another night on the Divide
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Jenny Kissed Me
01:54
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Quality Footwear
02:03
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Said goodbye to my woman, she said, “You’ll sink, boy, you ain’t gonna swim”
I said goodbye to that woman, she said, “You’ll sink, boy, you ain’t gonna swim”
That’s a nice pair of shoes, but will they walk you all the way to Berlin?
Got a girl down in Rotterdam, she’s damn rotten to the core
Got a girl down in Rotterdam, damn rotten to the core
I’m gonna walk my way out, Lord, I ain’t coming back there no more
Man, I nearly went crazy for them girls down in gay Paris
Yeah, I thought I could charm them with, “Je t’adore, ma cherie”
One hand in my pocket, the other on the waitress’ knee
Said goodbye to my woman, she said, “You’ll sink, boy, you ain’t gonna swim”
I said goodbye to that woman, she said, “You’ll sink, boy, you ain’t gonna swim”
This is quality footwear and it walked me all the way to Berlin
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Turn To Gold Blues
02:55
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My heart grows cold and turns to stone
I sit and I watch the sun sink, the city turns to gold
It tears my soul in two, I’m leaving here
I’m sick of all these words
She was 16 and chasing dreams
Took a trip to London Town where she found out what self-preservation means
Yeah she’s old somehow, she’s wiser now
Than the people on the street
Where the rain pours down in streams just to wash away the dreams
Things turning sour, four quid an hour
Working down South Ealing, yeah, she’s stacking shelves all day
She’s not the kind to shout, man, she’s breaking out
With the minimum of fuss she’s jumped the nearest bus
Just a V-Sign for the rest of us
I got your letter yesterday, the only words it said: “My heart grows cold…”
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Sophie Scholl
02:57
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I’ve been thinking about a girl
And she’s a million miles away from my cosy little world
Oh this song’s for Sophie Scholl but I know it’s not rational
Though you died 60 years ago, Miss Monroe step aside
I’ve found my girl
A white rose in her hand and Aquinas by her side
Forever 21, how I see you still tonight
It’s true the best die young, but that doesn’t make it right
Oh no, oh yeah
This song’s for Sophie Scholl
Aquinas in her hand and the White Rose by her side
“We will not be silent
We are your bad conscience
We will not leave you in peace”
The White Rose will not leave you in peace
This song’s for Sophie Scholl
But I know it’s impossible
Though you died 60 years ago, Miss Monroe step aside
I’ve found my girl
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DeNiro Come On
02:31
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Sat in a booth watching the ice melt on my Cherry Coke
Sad songs on the jukebox, I opened up a pack of smokes
I heard a voice, well it was Jimmy of the Viper gang
Said, “I wanna discuss something, this feud’s been going on too long”
“DeNiro come on
Don’t you know that we don’t have to fight
Hey man, you know we only get one life, DeNiro, come on”
I smelled a rat, and man I know that Jimmy packs a blade
These Vipers live for drinking, fighting, baby, getting laid
Jimmy boy, oh well I think that we should step outside
Drag race at Rebel Point and Jimmy, be there or you die
“DeNiro come on…”
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At The Dive
03:02
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When the clock strikes one
Darling bow your head, ‘cos I’ll be gone
I was wrong, you know, but it’s alright
Won’t find me at the Dive tonight
When the clock strikes two
I’ll no longer be in love with you
Out the door and, darling out of sight
Won’t find me at the Dive tonight
When the clock strikes three
Darling hang your head and think of me
You were the one, you were the two, the three
Oh gee!
Won’t find me at the Dive tonight
Out of the drive-in and into my dreams
Thought we had something, it seems I was wrong
I was wrong, I was wrong…
When the clock strikes four
Don’t come hanging round here anymore
Where the roaches crawl upon the floor
Won’t find me at the Dive tonight
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Zatopeks London, UK
Since forming in 2001, Zatopeks have gained a reputation for well-crafted songs and a crazy live show to match. Their own distinctive blend of 70s punk, rock n' roll, pop-punk, folk gives them an original sound. The songs are also defined by the powerful, poetic and insightful lyrics of singer Will DeNiro, covering subjects such ranging from philosophy, love, death, politics and public transport. ... more
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