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Olympic Village Blues
03:16
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She's got David Bowie's eyes
Looking into different skies
Wakes up singin' lullabies, she does
Run like hell is at her heels
When they ask her how she feels
She tells the cameras mighty fine
There is a thing, they can't put on the news
It's just in her mind It is the Olympic Village Blues
Put your whole life in a box
Add some water, fake moonrocks
Light some matches, secret cigarettes
Close your eyes as the plane lands
Feel the sweat drip down your hands
Watch the people at the carousel
'Cause there is a thing, a ceratin kind of bruise
Do they know you got it too? It is the Olympic Village Blues
You carry the fame across the land
Everybody sees you, but nobody understands It's like the last day of a summer camp
When you are leaving as a boy but you can't come back Come Back Come Back As a man
There is a thing, she dreams about at night
Only she knows, where it is,
It's hiding in plain sight It's nothing you could earn
Or something you could choose
But it's everything It is the Olympic Village Blues
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2. |
Champs-Élysées
03:29
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The money we make and the hearts that we break,
The polaroids we tape to the wall
The movies we shoot, dressed up so cute
Planned out in a long distance call
You can't be everywhere hey and that's okay,
Let the sun roam to a different sky
'Cause the darker the night, the brighter the sight of the boulevard reflecting your eyes
There ain't a place, where I would rather be
Where every dream that could be dreamed comes alive for us to see
I dreamed our love would never fade
And it'll always shine as bright, as it did on that day
On Champs-Élysées
The city is thick and the air here is quick,
There's plastic bags caught in a tree
But there ain't a spot on this planet we've got
That speeds along more beautifully
You can't be everywhere hey and that's okay,
Let the sun roam to a different sky
'Cause the darker the night, the brighter the sight of the boulevard reflecting your eyes
There ain't a place, where I would rather be
Where every dream that could be dreamed comes alive for us to see
I dreamed our love would never fade
And it'll always shine as bright, as it did on that day
On Champs-Élysées
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3. |
Win Win
03:18
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I had a dream I lost you and I woke up again
Your hear got blown in my face by a plastic fan
I took from a hotel room to cool down our brains
These late august nights they are so hot
We put icecubes on strings and when they melt we pretend that it rains
These days everybody lies awake
Thinking about all the mistakes they are gonna make
I'd rather suck at something that I love
Than be the best at something I'm not dreaming of
I think it's not enough it's not enough
Some nights we'd go walking in the neon glow
We'd listen to a ballgame on the radio
We'd hear mosquitos buzzing, craving our blood
We bought softdrinks from some kid on the street
When we felt dizzy we asked her if she slipped us drugs and she said:
These days everybody runs around
Just to tell everyone how they'd love to slow down
Me I'd rather let the great world spin
Than be paralyzed by a pounding voice within
I think it's a win win it's a win win
Baby I don't wanna lie awake
Thinking about all the mistakes we're gonna make
Put your hand back in my hand
Come on let's fall
Let's fall asleep again
Come on let's fall
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4. |
Sadderdays
04:01
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I see your face in the rearview again
You follow me everywhere I'm going
How many roads does it take to get to the coast?
How many nights at the graveyard must I spend to shake the same old ghost?
How many demons do I have to fight?
Before sadderdays go by?
You're still lost on a friday night
With your head in the clouds
Oh I hope you find out
How many roads does it take to get to the coast?
How many nights at the graveyard must you spend to shake the same old ghost?
How many demons do you have to fight?
Before sadderdays go by?
Stop! In the name of love
Stop! You might break your heart
Stop! Before you break your heart
How many roads does it take to get to the coast?
How many nights at the graveyard must we spend to shake the same old ghost?
How many demons do we have to fight?
Before sadderdays go by?
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5. |
Drive
03:17
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The Day is hot
The night is too
You roll the windows down to breathe
Smoke rolls in
Tickles your eyes
Blurs white lines on the concrete
When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
The backseats cramped
Covered in sheets
„Hey, what's the secret underneath?“
I heard you I saw you laugh
You played guitar in the garage
When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
I wrote your name across the bathroom wall,
I hope you call from
Where the blacktop meets the neon light and it's always night and
You're okay '
Til then I dream about the road, the horizon and a lining of gold
When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive, you just drive
When you are a driver you just drive
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6. |
Karl Lagerfeld's Eyes
04:02
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Everybody hustle, everybody get to work
Baby's got a new book, daddy's gotta read it first
And the light fallin' through the window
Is casting a dirty shadow
Everybody hustle, everybody get to work
I fell asleep at sea
When the girl with the paper skin Looks at you with the devil's grin As she's putting on her furcoat late at night You realize you have never seen Karl Lagerfeld's eyes Karl Lagerfeld's eyes You don't
Finger on the trigger, finger on the broken screen
Director actor lover shooting the deleted scenes
And the light spilled from the projector
Turns on the smoke detector
Everybody hustle, everybody get to work I fell asleep
When the girl with the paper skin
Looks at you with the devil's grin
As she's putting on her furcoat late at night
You realize you have never seen
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
You don't
K-A-R-L
K-A-R-L
K-A-R-L
When the girl with the paper skin
Looks at you with the devil's grin
As she's putting on her furcoat late at night
You realize you have never seen
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
Karl Lagerfeld's eyes
You don't
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Boo Hoo Frankfurt Am Main, Germany
Boo Hoo is the moniker of german Folk Singer-Songwriter Bernhard Karakoulakis. Maintaining a steady output of recordings since 2008 Boo Hoo has cultivated a style of melancholy melodic folk music. With a focus on observational lyrics and fingerstyle guitar picking Boo Hoo played for growing audiences in Germany, Europe and the US. ... more
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