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Ixay Dixay
03:15
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Ixay Dixay the sun is shining
Leave the shade
to come and play
Ixay Dixay you laugh while lying
tell the truth
and we'll laugh all day
Ixay Dixay don't come cryin'
leave your troubles
far away
Ixay Dixay you gotta keep tryin'
you may lose once
but you can win again
Ixay Dixay make some new friends
hang around
until you can't
Ixay Dixay some things must end
it doesn't mean
that they don't count
Ixay Dixay the food is fryin'
stay a while and clean your plate
Ixay Dixay the body's dyin'
but the soul will fly a-
Wait, don't fly away
the sun will pick you up tomorrow
Don't go away
throw away your emptiness and sorrow
you will be there
you will be there
Ixay Dixay the rain is falling
but the sun is out
so we don't care
Ixay Dixay life is callin'
but we've grown up
so we're not scared
Ixay Dixay come play neath the bridge
with the water rushing
by our feet
Ixay Dixay watch the town from the ridge
See all the people that we can meet
Ipse Dixit Just because they say it
doesn't mean
that it is so
Ixay Dixay the parties over
it doesn't mean
you have to go
it doesn't mean you have to go
Ixay Dixay you gotta keep movin'
do you want your whole life
in one place?
Ixay Dixay I'm glad I know you
but now it's time
to go our separate
Wait, don't fly away
the sun will pick you up tomorrow
Don't go away
throw away your emptiness and sorrow
you will be there
you will be there
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Quiet Shore (Fajka)
02:37
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(Instrumental)
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Sambra Nights
02:13
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The man sits alone at the Bourbon street bar
nursin' his brew and a Cuban cigar
The band plays on to a steady beat
and the sound of footsteps on the wet city street
Streetlights are shining
on the wet cobblestones
The smugglers scurry
from their dens into their homes
The air is filled
with the talk of contraband
And the night is long
so goes the playing of the band
The old pool table still
sees a game each night
But the bartender's done
breaking up fights
Now the chips are scattered
all over the floor
There's a smoking gun
and an open door
The crates at the docks
full of Arabian wine
And the boss wants em gone
before the sun shines
The rusty boilers rattle
to move the ships along
And the boss won't be pleased
unless their out before the dawn
The rookery fills
as the day draws near
And the crooks realize
their latent fears
The boarded up windows
won't let in light
It's a fitting end
to a Sambra Night
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4. |
City Streets
02:59
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
Jones oh Jones
02:37
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Boys, I had a friend by the name of Jones and his idea sure was wrong.
I took old Jones for my personal friend. Don't you see what Jones had done?
Now, Jones, he hang around me like a hungry hound, took my woman and he left this town.
Now I wonder if anybody in here can tell me if they seen old Jones.
Jones, oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long.
Jones, oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home
Got a four-foot Daniel with me, gonna buy me a Gatling gun,
And when I meet you, Jones, you know it ain't no use to run.
I got the ambulance down here with me, undertaker too,
And here's a student doctor's offerin' me money for you.
I going to keep you for myself, I going to kill you dead and bury you, gonna dig you up for fun.
I'm gonna stand and watch the buzzard pick the meat off your bones.
I going to take my wedded butcher, going chop you through and through.
I going to chop you into pieces just big enough for stew.
And when I get through, everybody gonna moan,
"Jones, oh, Jones."
Jones, oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long.
Jones, oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home.
Yes, I had a little gal by the name of Sue.
I took her home with me but the Sue, she wouldn't do.
Yes, I had another gal by the name of Minnie.
She didn't want one man because she loves a-plenty.
Yes, I had another gal by the name of May.
I took her home with me but that gal, she wouldn't stay.
I got a four-foot Daniel with me, gonna buy me a Gatling gun,
And when I meet you, Jones, you know it ain't no use to run,
For Jones he told me that he was my personal pal,
Until that son-of-a-bum come and stole away my gal.
Yes I'm up and down the town, just looking for that bum,
And when I meet you, Jones, I'm going to give the buzzard fun.
I even take you to my place, and gave you room to stay,
But you son-of-a-bum you took my gal and gone away.
I got the ambulance down here with me, the undertaker too,
And here's a studient doctor's offerin' me money for you.
I'm going to keep you for myself, I gonna kill you dead and bury you, gonna dig you up for fun.
I'm going to stand and watch the buzzard pick the meat off your bones.
I going to take my wedded butcher, gonna chop you through and through.
I going to chop you into pieces just big enough for stew,
And when I get through, everybody gonna moan,
"Jones, oh, Jones."
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Echodjek New York, New York
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I make music and try to do a different genre each album/EP. Contact me for tabs or sheet music. Previously known as Panopticon.
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