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Transistor Radio (22.02.2005)
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Too all the people underground
Listening to the sound
Of the living people walking up and down the graves

Well one of them is mine
I visited my Fraulein
She’s only one step away

Too all the people underground
Listening to the sound
Of the living people breathing the air today

Well one of them is mine
I’m visiting my Fraulein
She’s only one breath away

And I say…

Too all the people underground
Listening to a sound
Of the living people living their lives away

Well one of them is mine
I visited my Fraulein
She’s only one life away
She’s only one life away


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( Louis Armstrong cover )

Oh two by two
They go marching through
Oh sweethearts on parade

And how i cried
As they passed me by
Those sweethearts on parade

I'd love to join them but
Well they won’t even look
Cause it takes more than one to join the army of love

So how i pine
Just to fall in line
With those sweethearts on parade

Sweethearts on parade
Sweethearts on parade
Sweethearts on parade
Sweethearts on parade
Sweethearts on parade


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Where you gonna run to now
That you ain’t got space to fill
What you gonna do with your time now
You ain’t got time to kill

Where you locked in coverage falling in time
And it’s hot enough just to let your song go by
I’m gonna give it to you
If you let me give it to you

Hey hey

So let me turn the volume up get a little bit of hi-fi
Drown out all the sirens in the back of my mind

Bah bah bah ba

Now you gonna settle your ties
With you aint got bind to tie up
Why burn your bridges?
When you can blow your bridges up

Where you locked in coverage falling in time
And it’s hot enough just to let your ideas go by
I’m gonna give it to you
If you let me give it to you

Hey hey

So let me turn the volume up get a little bit of hi-fi
Drown out all the sirens in the back of my mind

Let me turn the volume up get a little bit of hi-fi
Drown out all the sirens in the back of my mind

Now they’re calling all cars from the north to the Southside
Better get the east and its coming from the Westside
They’re calling all cars from the north to the Southside
Better get the east and its coming from the Westside


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My heart is always on the line
I've travelled all kinds of places
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Got forty-fives to play at night
Got books to spend with every weekend
The story's always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

Fuel for fire, a bitter ending
To a sweet, sweet tale
Fuel for fire, the sour note inside the orchestra wail

Fuel for fire, uncomfortable pauses
Between famous last words
Fuel for fire, a missing persons
In a small, small world

I dug beneath the wall of sound
I ended up back where i started
The song is always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire

And so my heart is always on the line
I've travelled all kinds of places
The story's always the same
Got lonesome fuel for fire


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Well, it’s one in the morning and i can’t sleep at night
I hear wolves around the doorstep
They’re circling outside
I count ‘em jumping over fences, and landing on the sheet
Now, it’s two in the morning and I can’t fall asleep

It’s two in the morning and I can’t fall asleep
There’s a wind in the willows
And it’s a howling down the street
I hear it picking up the garbage, gonna fly it to the moon
Now it’s three in the morning better get some sleeping soon

It’s three in the morning better get some sleeping soon
I’m gonna count the numbers in the counsellor’s room
And if I miss a beat, well, then it’s off with my head
Now it’s four in the morning and I’m twisting in my bed

It’s four in the morning and I’m turning in my bed
I wish i had a dream or a nightmare in my head
So i drop my imagination and get some sleeping done
Now it’s five in the morning and I’m wishing it was one


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Instrumental


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Well, he says he’s got a big boat
A high roller
And everybody knows its name
Oh, it’s a big boat and it pumps up the poor boys pride
Says he’s got a big boat
But it’s just a fairy boat and that makes for a short, short ride

Says he’s got a big boat
A wide load
Enough to bring the party down
Oh yeah a big boat,
It ain’t no carnival cruise
Says he’s got a big boat but it’s just a fairy boat, enough to fit an extra one or two

Says he’s got a big boat, but it’s just a fairy boat and that makes for a short, short ride

Says he's got a fast boat, talk about high speed
But everybody knows the truth
Oh hey, a big boat
Get your oars back in the water, kid
Says he’s got a fast boat, but it’s just a fairy boat it ain't to faster than a goldfish

Says he got a big boat but it’s just a fairy boat and that makes for a short, short ride


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Seems like everywhere i go the sky is falling
And the concierges they meet you with a frown
When I come to town
I ain't gonna' lie to you
Well, every town is all the same

You say: "how does it feel to be travelling?
How's it feel to live your life on a train?
And the aeroplane?"
Well, I ain't gonna lie to you
Well, every town is all the same
When you've left your heart in the Portland rain...

And how I wish it was not true
But i ain't gonna stand up here and lie to you
I believe y'all deserve more than that
And if there's one thing that I’ve learned
Brother, you know you're gonna get burned
If you don't know where your love is at

How do you plan to get yourself connected
Are you down with all the latest trends
To keep up with friends
Well, I ain't gonna' lie to you
Well, every plan is all the same

Seems like everywhere i go the sky is falling
And the waitress says she'll meet you with a frown
When I come to town
I ain't gonna' lie to you
Well, every town is all the same
When you've left your heart in the Portland rain...


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Well i been pushed to the edge,
By my head ache blues.
And i got pulled by the pull of the tide.

I got stripped of my soul,
Standing in my shoes,
Come back, come back
My little peace of mind

Come back, come back
My little peace of mind

Since the day you been gone,
I cannot keep from crying.
Come back, come back
My little peace of mind.

I sent signals and signs,
From a mountainside
Now I’m gonna try this old microphone light

Now I’m calling out your name on this radio campaign.
Come back, come back
My little peace of mind.

Come back, come back
My little peace of mind
Since the day you've been gone
I cannot keep from crying.

Come back, come back
My little peace of mind


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Kingdoms and queens they all bow down to you
Ranches and ranch hands are bowing too
And I’m taking off my straw hat for you, singing
Here comes the sun again

And the leaves on the trees they all call out your name,
Chrome on the freight line shines the same,
And the stars in their cars roll their tops down for you, singing
Here comes the sun again

Oh but if you're gonna stay,
Show some mercy today
Blow that breeze on my face

Snow banks and drifts down the hillside for you
Slides inside sandy river before the day is through
And before evening falls I may find myself there too, singing
Here comes the sun again,
Here comes the sun again...


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Deep, dark well
It's a deep, dark well
It's the deepest and the darkest well that i have ever found
Hear me calling you from deep down

Well i had wishes, i had dreams that i could not tell
So i dropped my silver dollars down that wishing well

Deep, dark well
It's a deep, dark well
It's the deepest and the darkest well that i have ever found
Hear me calling you from deep down

Well I’ve had visions, I’ve had dreams that could not come true
'Cause I leaned too close, that's when i fell in to my..

Deep dark well,
It's a deep dark well
It's the deepest and the darkest well that i have ever found
Hear me calling you from deep down


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( Carter Family Cover )

Oh just look where that evening sun has gone
Oh just look where that evening sun has gone
Gone down behind the mountain
And it won't be back till morn

Oh hand me that long distance phone
Oh hand me that long distance phone
Gonna talk to my honey
All night long

Oh, take me back and try me one more time
Oh, take me back and try me one more time
And if I don't do
Then send me down the line


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I'm not the tiger, he never had,
I'm not the first hit when you got it bad.
I'm not your second, I’m not your third,
I'll be your bird.

I'm not your Chesnutt,
I'm not your Mould,
I'm not your DJ on late night radio,
I'll be the first one to ask where you were,
I'll be your bird.

Then when there's no one to care
I could protect like I’ve always been there,
I'll become your bear.

I'll sing statistics, & hide the truth,
I'll tell your dad anything you want me to,
I'll hide your locket under the dirt,
I'll be your bird


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Oh a trance is a spell
With a thrill wrapped up inside it
And try as you might to fight it
Love will get you in the end

And then the sound of a bell
Could sound like angels crying
Or sunlight multiplying
Through Virgin Mary in stained glass

And then a lullaby on Broadway
Could sound like an exile out on main
Oh when that curtain closes
You'll be back in your seat again

And then the band starts the ball
When the chandelier starts glowing
With or without you knowing
Who the partner, what the dance

Oh a trance is a spell
With a thrill wrapped up inside it
And try as you might to fight it
Love will get you in
Love will get you in
Love will get you in
The end


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Instrumental


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