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I can tell at a glance you’re really sincere
Your plans realistic, your tactics austere
Your life is following a consistent plot
Writing another page without a blot
You can’t be impulsive, I can definitely say
Nothing’s compulsive for you in any way
You never take decisions right on the spot
Turning another page without a blot
Turning another page without a blot
Don’t lead a life of quiet desperation
Anything can slip away through fingers like the sand
What matters is the trip and not the destination
Live deep and the world will be an oyster in your hand
It’s sad if you stay forever there in your shell
I know it’s hard but I can definitely tell
You’ll never win playing for life’s “all-in” pot
Hoping for another page without a blot
Hoping for another page without a blot
Another page… Without a blot…
Another page… Without a blot…
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Burn in Her Mind
03:15
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I’m walking down the streets
My steps detuning my heartbroken beats
I need to chase my dreams that I left behind
Without new drama queens that try to darken my sky
I write a song on guitar
I grab my hat, walk straight to a bar
The time stops for a while when she enters the
Room with her charming smile, she comes up and says “hi”
(Oh what a night)
She’s magically charismatic
Her heart is one of a kind
Hopelessly romantic
I wanna burn in her mind
And I tell her stories about my greatest trips,
when I suddenly notice her rosy lips
This girl is cute and joyful,
oh God this night is turning so beautiful
And I say silly things about my life,
and she’s joking about becoming my wife
Her cheeks are burning from laughing,
I’m having the hell of a time.
She’s magically charismatic
Her heart is one of a kind
Hopelessly romantic
I wanna burn in her mind
She’s magically charismatic
Half of our hearts will be twined
Sometimes a bit enigmatic
I wanna burn in your mind
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Under the Endless Sky
03:06
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Hey how you’re feeling? Guess you’re home.
With what you ‘re dealing, so alone?
You know like this only your heart is growing older.
At night you sleep while all your dreams are getting colder.
Under the endless sky
I wanna be where we belong.
Can’t help this feeling is so strong.
I wanna show you how to survive.
Erase those dreams, you will come alive.
No point in hiding, in the dark.
Let me light you, with my spark.
And with that light surround you soul; make you stronger.
Catch all your dreams and bake them till they get you warmer.
Under the endless sky
I wanna be where we belong.
Can’t help this feeling is so strong.
I wanna show you how to fly.
Under the endless beautiful sky
You can learn how to fly, under the sky
You can learn how to fly, under the sky
We can learn how to fly, under the sky
We can learn how to fly, under the sky
That’s right do it; you’re moving along
We have the words; let’s sing together a song
And now you’re free, you learned how to fly
Spread your wings and wave your fears goodbye
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Looking into the sparkle of your eyes in the moonlight
Softly holding your hand under the candlelight
That’s a moment I want to remember
Midnight could last forever
The band is playing a waltz and I ask you to dance by the river
We go under the bridge and I feel like I’m getting a fever
You’re my heart’s and my mind’s possessor
Midnight could last forever
And we dance and we dance under the stars
And her red dress is folding around my figure
And we laugh, we fall down in the sand
And the moon is a ball on the tip of my finger
You’ve proved to me smoothly you’re such a good-kisser
I’m holding you gently in my arms and I whisper
“Let’s spend our lives together”
Hoping midnight will last forever
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Politicians
03:52
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We take care of the city
Doing always the hardest work
We can’t rest it’s a pity
Whether is daylight or already dark
We’ll make decisions for you; you have to follow our rules.
Don’t even care if we screw, we think you’re already fools.
We’re gonna chew all your food; keep some leftovers for thieves.
And when you’re completely nude, we’ll offer you just fig leaves.
We look after you people
Offering always precious jobs
We help you build the desire
To choose over so many goods
We’ll make decisions for you; you have to follow our rules.
Don’t even care if we screw, we think you’re already fools.
We’re gonna chew all your food; keep some leftovers for thieves.
And when you’re completely nude, we’ll offer you just fig leaves.
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Dear John
03:34
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Dear John, tell me where my sweetheart has gone.
Oh dear John, tell me where my sweetheart has gone.
She was laying on my bed; this is where I left her when I got away from home.
Dear John, I think somebody stole my singing blonde.
Oh dear John, I think someone stole my screaming blonde.
She had a black pickguard on top and a beautiful bridge in the colour of chrome.
She was the lover I worshiped I swear.
Her hips would resonate when I touched her long neck.
The bluesy sound of her voice was truly rare.
Can you recall the curls and the patterns on her skin?
Can you recall the flashes and sparkles when the light came in?
She could even get real “dirty” when I plugged her into my legendary Tweed.
She was my lover and I’m in despair.
Her hips would resonate when I touched her with care.
And now I’m left with this tzouras, that I can’t even bear.
Dear John, tell me why my beauty has gone.
Oh dear John, tell me why my beauty has gone.
You could never know this answer, but it’s too soon for me to move on.
You could never know this answer, but it’s too soon for me to move on.
If you ever know just spell it out, cause it’s too hard for me to move on.
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Wishy-Washy Rain
03:09
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I'm standing by the window
Tightly hugging my pillow
When I'm noticing the cloud
Covering the city, seems so proud
"You are welcome in this city,
Don't go away, it's a pity,
if you leave without walking down the streets."
Wishy-washy rain
Wishy-washy rain
You're on the way.
Suddenly the rain starts
Raindrops are falling darts
Targeting the grey streets
Like music's stronger beats.
"What's the rush, you seem busy,
Working hard to clean this city,
And the darkness that's surrounding our hearts."
Wishy-washy rain
Wishy-washy rain
Don't go away.
The room without her is empty
I feel her aura and I get sweaty
"Come here wish-washy rain,
Come by and wash away my pain.
Come by and clean my soul..."
Wishy-washy rain
Wishy-washy rain
Wash my pain away.
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Girl in My Dreams
03:27
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You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, I want to help you.
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, I want to protect you.
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams…
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, I’m trying to help you.
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, I’ll try to protect you.
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, I have to find out why
I see you in my hell, so soft and shy
I crawl every night under my covers pile
That’s the part that I’m missing a basic component
of my awkward smile, that I wear in this trial
In this restless moment
Cause I’m afraid to sleep
Cause I’m afraid to sleep, without holding you in my arms
Cause I’m afraid to sleep, without feeling your breath in my ears
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, shivering in the corner.
You’re the spooky girl in my dreams, is this a brain disorder?
You’re the paper doll in my dreams, that resists to cry
So fragile, with the fear of never drying
I crawl every night, in the abyss of your mind
playing on piano the notes of a creepy theme
I’m a shadow of your life that I want you to find
in your restless dream
Cause I’m afraid to sleep
Cause I’m afraid to sleep, without resting in your arms
Cause I’m afraid to sleep, not feeling your chest in my ear
I’m the spooky girl in your dreams, you want to help me.
I’m the spooky girl in your dreams, you wanna protect me.
I’m the spooky girl in your dreams…
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I Lost Her
06:26
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Remember the moments that we spent together
We used to make love like complete strangers
Dark curtains prevented our romantic shelter
As we were hiding from our minds’ intruders
Remember the time we really had to fight
I used to hug you and sweep your burning tears
Until the clouds melt and let free the sunlight
Now I feel pure loneliness under our bed’s covers
(Wondering)
Is our conviction strong enough?
It’s really becoming hard to overcome
And I lost her, I lost her, I lost the way I could look at her eyes
And I lost her, I lost her, we are separate souls under different skies
God I lost her, I lost her, I need to find a way to win her back
God I lost her, I lost her, but I’ll find the beat to her broken heart
Cannot imagine these days without her
I’m paddling the river of my own tears
Zeus demonstrating his superior power
I need to hold her and tenderly whisper in her ear
Is our story going to wear out?
Is our candle going to burn out?
And I lost her, I lost her, I lost the way I could look at her eyes
And I lost her, I lost her, we are separate souls under different skies
God I lost her, I lost her, I need to find a way to win her back
God I lost her, I lost her, but I’ll find the beat to her broken heart
And I lost her, I lost her, I lost the way I could look at her eyes
And I lost her, I lost her, we are separate souls under different skies
God I lost her, I lost her, I need to find a way to win her back
God I lost her, I lost her, but I’ll find the beat to her broken heart.
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Nassos Conqueso Greece
Nassos is a singer/songwriter, guitarist and multi-instrumentalist, wandering between Athens and London. His main influences include the 3 Davids (Byrne, Bowie, Gilmour), John Mayer and Eric Clapton.
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