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Spells and Magic
03:56
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LYRICS...
I drag my spells and my pills
under daylight
I lost my peace of mind
no more again can I sleep tight
well I feel a new morning is comin' around
light is hitting my flesh and the ground
there's a call for me a-telling to go
down to the place where I can make some dough
here again the foolish twang
echoes in a jar of lost rags
empty words, buzzing flies
I hurt myself seeking p-paradise
lost tracks of meaningless voices
the past moves forward leaving no trace
hey you sound ringing low
do me a favor and lift me up above
spells and magic all around
stomp my feet on the ground
out of nowhere they came so strong
to feed my life, maybe yours
spells and magic
spells and magic
spells and magic
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2. |
Way Up Above
03:51
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See the face of a new sky at the break of day
hustle, bustle, muscles along the way
to please the eyes of a city
of a frozen sun
clashin' rhythms on the run
like a bird I wish to lift up and fly
around the edges of words explaining why
rope has broken
womb's been forgotten
hey, oh
way up above
floating are the clouds
here they go
I never realized all the time
they where moving over my life
father to son man's acting good, man's doing wrong
survive to history and be buried
to earth we belong
poison-oozing and loosing the last shade of shame
always searching for the one to blame
ticking like a clock from a pawn shop
the body breathes
fighting with nature over smells of fresh concrete
pages a-falling, instruments calling
hey, oh
way up above
floating are the clouds
here they go
never realized, all the time, they were looking over my life
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3. |
Sick to the Bone
03:42
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there's a warm wind blowing softly in this town today
brings new eyes and wakes up minds if you just let it play
down the road my boots are soaked by an unexpected storm
should it wipe out the idea that I'm sick to the bone?
I drove my car the other night down to the country fields
faraway where the silence asked me: “how does it feel?”
tombstones and a raven answer with a moan
tell him that he cannot see he's sick to the bone
leaves are being swept by the wind
like all of us one day will be
I know myself a fool
but I still care for you
a storm is coming through
rust is falling out of my dark'n broken soul
I met so many children stranded all alone
read many books and I conclude there are no
eyes that can make us see how we're sick to the bone
preacher tell us please how we can make it through
when will we be done payin' all these dues
the bread I make is always burnin' my feet are getting sore
while I try to reach the land where I lay down my bones
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4. |
Lost Dead Island
04:31
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I heard knockin' on my front door
One morning at the break of dawn
No more time to write songs
Handcuffed, just to move along
Up to the station, down to the core
They asked me why I felt so alone
“I never know why”, what I said
“Loneliness is just my daily bread”
Maybe it’s because once I heard
about a land of freedom that was
a place of rest a place for fun
skin color could hurt no one
and I believed that story, I felt that place
Would be my home someday and
I grew up on this dream my friend
To realize I was cheated in the end
Build a ladder of broken hearts
Climb it and reach the heaven
I see a mask in the mirror
I never seen before
The brass band is on
And play a happy song
Someone say on a lost dead island
To be reached with an old fat boat
The crew it’s made of fifteen men
Ready to kill you for a coat
They tell you it’s at East, or maybe at West
Just leave your weight ashore
Like a drop dead body your faith will fall
Deep in the see like a stone
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5. |
Winanta feat. Afnorock
03:41
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LYRICS (ENG)...
how many journalists should be arrested and sent to jail
I share rivers of ink for heated rhymes to flow your way
wear your chains today, as for tomorrow you're sent away
world is fully on chaos where's it gonna go anyway
nihilists, nationalists! Incense the only thing that stays
The Incense in Mecca that burns and brings no cure anymore
Rulers suffer the same abuse you feel on you all day long
living for more stuff while lying awake in the dead of night
wear your chains today, tomorrow what becomes of you
feeling thirsty for the bitterness of exile every day
rivers flow but won't turn salt water into fresh anymore
wear your chains today, no chains tomorrow but where are you now?
WINANTA!
LYRICS (ARABIC)
واو، واو، واو، شحال جهدك تشد، تحبس من صحفي
واو، واو، واو، المداد يجري و القوافي بالعوافي
اليوم بالغلا راك هنا، غدا بلا سلاسل راك منفي
واو واو واو، فين غادي هاد العالم الفوضوي
واو، واو واو بين عدمي و وطني مبقا لينا غير الجاوي
الجاوي المكاوي ولا يجرح مايداوي
واو واو واو واش الحاكم بحال المضلوم طول اليوم
واو واو واو في ملكو ساكن ممهني في وسط النوم
اليوم بالغلال هنا، غدا بلا سلاسل وين تكون
واو واو واو اللي ماداق حر الغربة جغمة جغمة
واو واو واو يبقا عطشان كي الملحة ماتحلي الماء
اليوم بالغلا هنا، غدا بلا سلاسل وين انت، وين انت.
وين انت/winanta
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6. |
Sleepthinkers
03:51
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Well my ears are full of crap
now the haters are coming back
they can read thoughts on your mind
cannot hide anything inside
they're gonna get rid of everything off the grid
Blind guards watching over us
hard time in bright light
they're all ears with no eyes
tracking us deep inside
day after day my mind's going wild
Nothing more to tell
we have nothing left in this hell
feed my plants and sow my seeds
to watch their eyes open up, eventually
Learn to sleep tight dear friend
they don't know what you dreamt
during sleep flying free
just a secret between you and me
SleepThinkers
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I woke up dead this mornin'
troubles on my mind
lookin' down the river
I feel unsatisfied
People, tell me what you see
down the road that leads to nowhere
I'm used to this kind of feelin'
I'll be blue for the rest of my life
can't be satisfied
No matter how many friends
hangin' around my boogie man house
even the dogs in the street are barkin'
to make me come on out
I'm sorry to let you know babe
I'll be gone for a long long time
can't you see this it the end
of this good ol' wagon of mine
I'm singin' the blues
singin' the blues
singin' the blues around booze
When I finally drag my dirty self
the sun is fallin' down
darkness don't make my walkin'
any better while I swing to town
Is the clock playin' jokes on me
damn! I must be late again
I had to be at the Gonzo's Grill
to entertain people till the end
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8. |
Music Makes you High
03:59
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Green fields, all over this town
full moon I'm hanging around
people on the sidewalk staring at me
Lord have mercy I'm down on my knees
Crazy Jane at the laundry
she's washing clothes fondly
wino, hags and bums in this neighborhood
come back baby I wish you would
Jessie's lost himself at the record store
to find a masterpiece that wouldn't bore
all the mad cats in his red house
turned out to be just a great big mouse
Winter time is coming, got a new coat
I'm ready to sail on this handsome boat
where the music is the spell, the people are dope
won't you follow us in this kaleidoscope?
music makes you high
I'm tryin' to get high
I like to be so high
with these friends of mine
we don't have much time
so let love thrive
grooving day and night
catch the boat tonight
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Laino & Broken Seeds Italy
Laino & Broken Seeds is a musical journey through the shamanic and archaic side of the blues. Inspired by southern lands,
muddy rivers and vintage equipment, the raw electric resonator of Laino tell stories of lost memories, dizzy dreams and dusty records.
After the EP “Broken Seeds” released in 2014, the band produced “The Dust I Own” (2017, off label records).
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