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My Despair Can't Be Explained

frozen city, headlights and flashlights
every sip of vodka makes me warmer.
I hate strangers
I can`t look into their eyes, but I know there is no life.
maybe, you're the most terrible one who I`ve ever fucked
 
Even so, I plunged into the worse dirtyness
there is a substance on your stomach, I cumed, that is a part of me
you like dirty sex, and I like falling into the mud...
 
the butt burns my fingers, it gives me a burst of drunk aggression
I`ve forgotten something, oh yeah, tomorrow I'll hate myself,
however, as always...
 
My despair can`t be explained, I’m my own victim, I’m my own victim.
 
the remains of morning erection disappears with my desire to struggle my addiction.
I have no strength...
This town is dead out,except the sparrows, who pecked out the eyes of the sun, and it lost the way to my room...
my bleak room is so damp and small, that it couldn`t hold in their peeling walls my despointment.
I can see a dream. I sleep. Rare feeling of hunger. I am sleeping, dreaming… many days long...
 
My despair can`t be explained, I’m my own victim, I’m my own victim.
 
My life is as the cheapest porn film - so short and dirty.
I guess I stumbled around and now I`m falling into a viscous swamp of vice;
it`s too late to ask, to forgive and it`s too late to forget myself, too late to recall, too late to laugh or to cry, it`s too late to live and too late to die...
 
My despair can`t be explained, I’m my own victim, I’m my own victim.
 

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Ya got something there

Everybody in the land
Would dearly love to lead a band
But how to make a start?
Well, that's the snag
 
First you find a well-known street
Where all the best musicians meet
If you follow what I say it's in the bag
 
Take a little bit of trumpet
And you add a trombone
Pa-di-da, pa-di-da with a rhythm
And ya got something there
 
Take a little bit of team work
Then your three saxophones
Pa-di-da, pa-di-da with a rhythm
And ya got something there
 
That's the secret of Goodman
Oh how he makes you swing
He bends them and sends them
With that certain thing
 
Oh, then you mix a bit of vibro
With a hot clarinet
Everyone will declare when you go on the air
That ya got something there
 
Then you add some comedy
Just like a silly symphony
The 'soons and whistles made of tin
A barnyard noise is all thrown in
 
Like the clucking of the chickens
And the mooing of the cows
Play a tune upon your whistle
And this will make you laugh
 
Then you take the old harmonica
Let him play a few bars
Then the bark of a dog on the road with some sheep
That is followed by cars
 
Then you get the boys to swing it
Let it go with a blare
 

I'm On My Way

When I wonder where I am
When I wonder why I take these chances
I try to breathe
I say to me, 'believe'
And whatever comes, it's okay

'Cause I'm on my way
To somewhere better
I'm further every day
I'm on my way
I know it might take until forever
But everything could change today
So I'm on my way
To find that place

People say that I'm naive
'Cause I'm trusting and my heart is open
But I won't hide
I'm here to find who I am
And whatever comes is what's right

'Cause I'm on my way
To somewhere better
I'm further every day
I'm on my way
I know it might take until forever
But everything could change today
So I'm on my way
To find that place

I'll keep dreamin'
Til I get there
I'll be free
So goodbye to yesterday
I'm giving what it takes

'Cause I'm on my way
To somewhere better
I'm on my way
It could take forever
(And everything could change)
It could change today
'Cause I'm on my way
To find that place

Basketball Jones

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo
 
Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones
Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'
In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood
Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball
And I loved that basketball
I took that basketball with me everywhere I went
That basketball was like a basketball to me
 
I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night
I need help, ladies and gentlemens
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life
Someone I can pass to
Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go
And not end up in the popcorn machine
So cheerleaders, help me out
 
{cheerleaders sing repeatedly...}
(Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones)
(I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo)
 
{while Tyrone Shoelaces sings/speaks...}
Oh, that sounds so sweet
Sing it out
C'mon Coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me
That be bad, honky
Yeah
I want everybody in the whole stadium to stand up and sing with us
Oh yeah, sing it out like you're proud
All right, everybody watchin' coast-to-coast, sing along with us
Bill Russell, sing along with us
Chick Hearn, sing along with us
Chris Schenkel, don't sing nothin'
 
Oh, it feels so good
Gimme the ball
I'll go one-on-one against the world, left-handed
I could stuff it from center court with my toes
I could jump on top of the backboard, take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change I
Could, I could dribble behind my back I got more moves than Ex-Lax I'm bad I could
Dribble with my tongue Here I go down court, try to stop me You can't stop me cause I
Got a Basketball Jones Here I come That's my hook shot with my eyebrow Yeah, I could
Dunk it with my nose I'm, I'm bad as King Kong, gimme the ball I'm hot, I'm hot as...,
I'm hot as..., I'm hot as... uh Uh, uh, uh, uh
 
(Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones)
(Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones)
(Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones)
(Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones)
{fade}
 

Someday we're gonna love again

Someday, we're gonna love again
Someday, we're gonna love again

When we broke up
I still wore a smile
I told myself you'd only
Be gone for a while

But, in my heart I grinned
I held up my chin
Because, I knew, someday
We're gonna love again

Someday we're gonna love again (Do, da, do – do, da, do, da, do, dah)
Someday we're gonna love again (Do, da, do – do, da, do, da, do, dah)
Someday we're gonna love again