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Nowadays
03:02
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Here she comes the pale white skin
The goddess blonde the sweet machine
Don't let her walk away she's here nowadays.
Take a breath put down your mask
How low can you be just to get her down your ass
Such a cracker play to run nowadays.
Lets her getting over you
What you offer is dull, well is looking just like
Poor baby boy don't how to play women nowadays.
Who cares that you ain't no pack
Who cares that your room a sack
Women don't look that way you know nowadays.
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Black Dwarf Angel
04:48
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Swing baby swing in the park today
Down by the river where we often play
See the black dwarf angel is dancing in your path.
Sing like a bird in the cherry tree
Those pretty songs you were singing to me
Keep on make me dreaming i'm sleeping in your couch.
Take a drive not too far away
I could be hurt in your car on a day.
Get down my shoes please me like your mac
I love you baby for the money you crack
Fix the black dwarf angel, the stranger on your side.
Hey baby pain baby make me smile
I want you honey more than you realize
Like a black dwarf angel that sticking in your mouth.
I belong to you like you belong to me
When I get close to you i see things people can't see.
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Give Your Best
04:12
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Sing sing a song, you know i really care you're singing along
My words are bleeding wild from time to time
When i'm loosing out my mind.
A bitter symphony, a prayer that making sense for you and me
As things are getting crap deep down inside
Well it showing all your crime.
Give your best if you can when the songs are coming to you.
Come on and singing along and clap your hands
Come on and singing along, sing everywhere you stand
Come on and singing along until the world is getting blind.
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Pow ! Shoot my gun
06:48
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Pow ! shoot my gun, baby bang bang
Pow ! shoot my gun when you come around
Pow ! Pow ! baby shoot my gun.
My loneliness, your wilderness, the mark on my chest
Pow ! Pow ! baby shoot my gun.
The sound of your steps down by the road
Break like a knife right throw my bones
Ain't you ready for a run ?
Cowboy Junky make it fun
Oh baby shoot my gun.
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Bangkok Riviera France
Avec son nom qui sent bon l’exotisme, Bangkok Riviera fait revivre la scène underground US des 70’s, mêlant psychédélisme, mélodies envoûtantes et solos de guitares revival. Le groupe plonge l’auditeur dans l’atmosphère électrique des nuits noires et orageuses. Leurs compositions nous emmènent dans des contrées où la chaleur du groove se mêle aux riffs accrocheurs et paisiblement toxiques. ... more
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