1. |
My Woman
03:02
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My Woman
(Lryics by Wiesław Gałczyński)
Blond long hair on a pretty head
Lip pierced with a ring
Gorgeous bottom on endless legs
She’s a walking perfect thing
Twenty one young years of age
Smiling eyes that warm you up
She so fun filling up my time
She’s everything I’ve got
I say, I’m your man and you know you are my woman
‘Cause I’m your man and you know you are my woman
I came to you with a diamond ring
But you wouldn’t open up your heart
I stood there waiting at your kitchen door
But you made it so damn hard
How long do I have to long
For you to ever let me in
Do yourself a favor don’t you ever say “never”
‘Cause I’m the only man
With whom you’ll ever sin
‘Cause I’m your man and you know you are my woman
I say, I’m your man and you know you are my woman
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2. |
I'll Sleep When I Die
04:05
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I’ll Sleep When I Die
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
Six o'clock on the morning train
I drive my worries drive my pain
Thirty years, seven months,
Second wife I've worked my ass off
Nights, days, weekend breaks
I get life lessons with all it takes
I'm tired but I keep pushing on
I'm almost dying when I drag back home
Still hoping for some pie in the sky
But I'll sleep when I die
And all them wicked witches as greedy as a they are
Get together and strip me off my money
so they can get their prize
And I daydream about some rest I deserve
when I lay down with a sigh
And when I close my eyes I soon realize
I'll sleep when I die
I'm tired but I keep pushing on
I'm almost dying when I drag back home
Still hoping for some pie in the sky
But I'll sleep when I die
Six o'clock on the morning train
I drive my worries drive my pain…
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3. |
Get Clean
03:15
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Get clean
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
One, six, twenty eight
Life is short so live it great
Nine, twelve, eighty four
Live it all the way, you won’t get more
No you won’t
Do no drugs, do no harm
Inject new life, not your arm
Tick-tack all around
Before you get thrown in the ground
Life is all that matters
Life is all that matters, yes it does
Stick around, don’t go, stay with me, my friend
Night, day, week, a year
You don’t quit, your end is near
Get clean, stay alive
Kick the habit, save your life
You are all that matters
You are all that matters, yes you do
Stick around, don’t go, stay with me
Life is short, you’d better live it great, oh yeah
Get clean
Get clean, buddy
You’re all that matters
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4. |
True Love
03:14
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True Love
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
I'm driving my truck my hands upon the wheel
Going home to my baby. She looks like a steal.
She's taken me too places I have never been to
Her gorgeous tone gets deep under my skin
Yeah, under my skin
My momma used to tell me let this guitar go
It ain't no good for your future you should know
You'd better get a real job, settle down, don't waste your life
Find yourself a good woman, let her be your wife
Forget about it ma I've made my choice
My guitar is my wife so stop the noise
So roll wheels roll
Drive me back to my guitar tonight, right now
Forget about it mama please I've already made my pick
My guitar is my wife I miss, she’s pretty nice and slick
Forget about it mama I've already made my choice
My guitar is my only wife just listen to her voice
So roll wheels roll
Drive me back to my guitar tonight, right now
I'm driving my truck my hands upon the wheel
Going home to my lady. She looks like a steal.
She's taken me too places I have never been
Her gorgeous tone gets deep under my skin
So roll wheels roll
Drive me back to my guitar tonight, right now
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5. |
Sex on a Stick
03:38
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Sex on a stick
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
Four new strings bring the sound I want
Some brand I like, some I don’t
Hand me the pick let me strum them hard
Here is the fret I want barred
Sit on my lap feel my foot go stomp
Can you feel that stone hard lump?
Feel it up it'll do the trick
That is why they call me sex on a stick
Let my guitar free your senses
Let it take you where you haven’t been before
Run your fingers up my fretboard
Free your spirit, let it all hang out
Gimmie the beat let the drums go wild
Look how nice is to see you smile
Sit on my lap feel my foot go stomp
Can you feel that stone hard lump?
Push you groin up against my body
Feel vibrations going down your spine
Let my guitar free your senses
Let it take you where you haven’t been before
Run your fingers up my fretboard
Free your spirit, let it all hang out
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6. |
Empty Bed
02:55
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Empty Bed
Lyrics by Wiesław Gałczyński
Got up one morning feeling insecure
My bed was empty she was gone I’m sure
She must have left while I was still asleep
Why would she leave me feeling hurt so deep
I loved that woman from her head to toes
I wonder where this whole story goes
No longer till the next week I see
Her walking down the street embraced with him
While hanging on his neck like a garland on a horse
She saw me standing there, she was surprised of course
That jerk gave me finger, evil smirk on his face
He sure didn’t know what was coming next
What’s mine will never be yours
You broke the rule, it was your foolish choice
Now is the time to pay your dues
I’ll give you a reason to be on the news
With my fists up ready to fight
I charged at him with all my might
Now get some cuts you’ll need to stitch
And keep away you ugly son-of-a-bitch
Well I knocked him down, gave him big black eye
He ran away begging me for his life
Woman, you’ve lost your mind
No better man will you ever find
You blew it, now you face up to it
You said you’d be my wife
You blew it, now you face up to it
Now grab your stuff and get a life!
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7. |
Ice Cold Eyes
03:42
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Ice Cold Eyes
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
Sixteen she was I saw her on a school corridor
She gazed at me with that curious look
I thought I heard her knocking on my door
Lucky as I was without a single roll of a dice
What I really won and truly fell for
Were those two blue eyes
Yeah, was I lucky ...
Goddess that's what she was without a single shadow of a doubt
Cheerleader type of girl
To make men scream and shout
Never would I have ever thought I would ever have to pay the price
For my love and for my passion for those two blue eyes
You may call me lucky but I say what I mean
She got cold and mean
No matter how bad I tried she'd put a cart before a horse
Making up a quarrel would make a situation
Only to get worse
Live sucked, so did her love, numbness in those two blue eyes
No one ever thought she could ever have turned
As cold as ice
You may call me lucky but I say what I mean
She turned cold and mean
Bad luck as I was without a roll of a dice
She got cold as ice
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8. |
Dead Call
03:27
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Dead Call
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
Calling you great Almighty
for the cure to this disease
I hope you make it quick enough
before I get up off my knees
Would you pick the phone?
Would you pick up, please?
Children's swollen bellies
Pumped up with pain
Cradled in mothers' arms
Who never really do complain
Will you let them die
Will you, will you let them die
White man on a golden throne
hands thrown in the air
Speaking words of false book wisdom
healing all despair
Padre in a wooden box
secrets whispered in his ear
Wrong touch makes him deaf
to the cry he can't hear
Can you hear them cry
Can you, can you hear them cry
Well, this whole freaking world around
Is now getting weird and crazy
If you don't come up with some reflection soon
We're gonna end up back up on a tree
You have no mercy ...
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9. |
Undertaker
03:59
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Undertaker
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
Someone's here in my bedroom
Under my bed crawling
Petrified I can't sleep a wink
I pull up the cover afraid to blink
He saw me there get passed the graveyard
I felt his eyes walk me down
That smell around him
Spreads over around the town
And I can't help the feeling
Undertaker's watching me
He knows my thoughts, he owns my secrets
I can't get rid of those bad dreams
I wake up splashing in my own sweat
Is this reality as it seems?
And I can't help the feeling
Undertaker's watching me
And I can't stand the feeling
Undertaker's watching me
Someone's here in my bedroom
Dark shadow creeping on my bed
Petrified I can't sleep a wink
I pull up the cover afraid to blink
And I can't help the feeling
Undertaker's watching me
And I can't stand the feeling
Undertaker's watching me
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10. |
Two String Boogie
03:31
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Two String Boogie
Lyrics: Wiesław Gałczyński
This song is gonna make me a star
Here is a story ‘bout my nail box guitar
Things sitting on my basement floor
Tubes, hinges, strings, got them all
Bridge curved out of piece of wood
Brings my heart in a joyful mood
This is a two string boogie
Two string boogie
Two string boogie, that’s right
Body made of wood, mop stick for a neck
It’s a size and color of a well done stake
Two old strings nicely laid across
Now only volume knob, now look who’s the boss
This is a two string boogie
Two string boogie
This is a two string boogie all night long
This is a two string boogie
Two string boogie
This is a two string boogie all night long
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11. |
Hobo Blues
03:41
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Hobo Blues
Lyrics by Wiesław Gałczyński
Ain't got no money ain't got no home
I get chased away wherever I go
No place to shower no place to groom
I feel like a dog beat up with a broom
I'm all bad Lack, listen to me folks
Here's what I'll tell you, hear my soul talk
I was born in small town down in Tennessee
Never met my father. He left when I was three
Momma strived to feed me. Died when I was eight
I was raised by grandma worried for my fate
Kept my hopes high, expectations low
Devil's dealt my cards, ya know. I wish I would have known
Never harmed a fly, I never stole a dime
Ain't got no lust for what's not mine
I sleep on pavement, cardboard when in luck
I get soaked when raining I get wet when hot
I'll give you a hand, all you do is say
You don't need to fear me. Sir, don't look away
So please reach men put your fears far off
Now you know my story you have heard enough
Then hide you all your hostilities
Sorry to insults your sensiblities
Smelly as I am hope to see you grin
Sir, spare me a dollar for a can of beer
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Wes Gałczyński (vocals, guitars)
Paweł Gielarek (bass)
Filip Ciuruś (drums)
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