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Oban Road
02:45
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Its a 5 Mile stretch on the open road
I’m trying to catch up with a modified Ford
One body can pay too much on your mind
A little bit back not far behind
A flash of red from a Vanden Plas
A moment of panic and my foot hits the gas
The body rolls around in the back
Blood on the seat and blood on the sack
Over the Atlantic and I ditch the car
Swap the AC for the TVR
Throw in the body, Throw in the weight
Down by the jetty on the way to the slate.
Onto the boat can’t take the car
No Hillman, Humber or Jaguar
The body and the weight go down to the deep
On the edge of the world secrets to keep
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2. |
Seven Steps to Heaven
02:03
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When I was just a little bitty boy
Grew tired of playing with all of my toys
Mama told me I was so nice
But I discovered another vice
I’ve found – seven steps to heaven
First steps were so easy for me
They call it greed or gluttony
Just a case of wanting more
So what are you standing there waiting for
I’ve found – seven steps to heaven
If I stand up you call it wrath
If I sit down you call it sloth
If I’m content you call it pride
Now’s your time to choose your side
I’ve found – seven steps to heaven
Six steps in and I’m having fun
You tell me who’s the envious one
Is it your eyes or is it your fear
If it wasn’t for lust we wouldn’t be here
I’ve found – seven steps to heaven
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Don't Understand
03:16
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I don’t understand
I don’t understand
Calling my baby at home but she aint’ there
I went down to her house
On the other side of town
The neighbour said with a smile that she wasn’t around
I went straight to her sister’s house
But she wouldn’t open the door
I can’t seem to talk to my baby any more
And I don’t understand
I don’t understand
Calling my baby at home but she ain’t there
Then I tried at her brothers and I tried at her ma’s
I tried at the pool hall tooI
Even telephoned Lees laundorama
But he wouldn’t give me a clue
I can’t seem to talk to my baby any more
And I don’t understand
I don’t understand
Calling my baby at home but she ain’t there
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Sweating Out The Spirits
03:26
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Well my mouth is dry
And my eyes are red
My speech is slurred
And I can’t feel my head
I been dry
But it sure don’t feel like fun
When you ‘re sweating out the spirits
You’re not the only one
Well my hands they shake
My knees are weak
I got a tale to tell
But I can’t hardly speak
I been dry
But it sure don’t feel like fun
When you ‘re sweating out the spirits
You’re not the only one
Well there comes a time
When the past comes to hand
Only then you will know
Only you will understand
I been dry
But it sure don’t feel like fun
When you ‘re sweating out the spirits
You’re not the only one
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Lord Rochester UK
Scotland’s top Rock n’ Roll Combo!
In keeping with great Rock & Roll, Lord Rochester embrace the simplicity of sound
and song using the maraca powered shuffle of artists such as Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry, Jimmy Reed and Lonnie Mack to create great stripped back driven rock and roll.
Entertaining and stylish!
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