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Punk Gitan
05:56
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Punk’s not dead
Rock’s not dead
Jazz ain’t dead baby
The money bastards can try
But they’ll never win
You pat me on the back,
Say “leave it alone”,
you say that “things have changed”
Well you ain’t seen nothing yet
Hammer or blade? Take your pick!
My weapon fires tritone bullets
Hacking and slashing
Swinging and smashing
Tearing and swearing
On your mother’s grave
Umhlobo lwabantu (Tzigano!)
Abahambe bezula (Tzigano!)
Emazweni (Tzigano!)
Only two fingers to poke out your eyes
Dark horse, you know who you are
Broken bones are just a scar
Your heart’s on fire, and it's burning true
Flames lick the wounds, pulling apart and pushing through
Your back's against the wall, keep standing tall
Pay no mind to those who'd have you fall!
They’ll be dead before they’ve died,
Your fingers will bleed to fuel tzigano inside
Umhlobo lwabantu (Tzigano!)
Abahambe bezula (Tzigano!)
Emazweni (Tzigano!)
Only two fingers to poke out your eyes
He’s the Punk Gitan
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Barrelhouse Blip
02:51
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Don’t drop your lip, don’t abandon the ship
Stick around baby, see the barrelhouse blip
Folks have been talking, they saying it’s a mezz
Those folks guarantee it’ll knocks ya dead
Those cats will frisk your whiskers,
until they pipin’ hot,
and when they take off you’ll have a ball,
You’re gonna blow your top
Don’t bust your conk, the jam is hot
The joint is jumping, your drapes is shot
Grab your main queen, and move your frame
Get hip to the jive and re-wire your brain
You know those armstrongs, will blow your mind
And that dirty, rusty doghouse, will make your kisser shine
The skins are swingin’, the strings are hot
The muggin’s heavy, what else you got? Bebop?
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Bei Mir Bist Du Shoen
07:39
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Of all the gals that I've known, and I've known some
Until I first met you I was lonesome
And when you came in sight, dear, my heart grew light, dear
And this old world seemed new to me
Now you're really swell, I have to admit
That you deserve expressions that really fit you
And so I've wracked my brain, hoping to explain
All these things you do to me
Bei mir bist du schön
Please let me explain
Bei mir bist du schön it means you're grand
Bei mir bist du schön
You know, again I'll explain
It means you're the fairest in the land
I could say "bella, bella"
Even "sehr wünderbar"
Each landuage only helps me tell you
darling how grand I think you are
I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schön
So kiss me darling and say you'll understand
Well you've heard it all before
but let me try to explain
Bei mir bist do schön it means you're grand
it's such an old refrain, yet I should explain
It means I'm begging for your hand
I could say "bella, bella"
Even "sehr wünderbar"
Each language only helps me tell how grand you are
I've tried to explain, Bei mir bist du schön
So kiss me and say you'll understand
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4. |
Let There Be Rhythm
03:49
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5. |
Duality
04:49
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I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the things I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside
If the pain goes on
I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited last, my time's elapsed
Now all I do is live with so much fate
I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create
I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like one big past
You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice
I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it!
Pull me back together
Or separate the skin from bone
Leave me all the pieces, and then you can leave me alone
Tell me the reality is better than dream
But I found out the hard way,
Nothing is what it seems!
I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the things I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside
If the pain goes on, I'm not gonna make it!
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6. |
The Trooper
04:13
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back
The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And as the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds takes my horse below
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
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To be shooting craps
Or laying cards
Is of no concern
to me
My only concern
Is whether or not
its double or nothing
Its full house
or no house at all
place your bets darling
or fold and withdraw
Coz when I roll out
Nobody can bowl out
its double or nothing
If you must play
Then you must know
The rules of this house
To keep your stories tall
Load your craps
Stuff your sleeves
And hide your cards from me
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Deon Bakkes and the Stolen Horses Pretoria, South Africa
Deon Bakkes and the Stolen Horses bring a new light to Gypsy Jazz that incorporates the classic blend of European gypsy melodies and 1930’s Swing, with a modern attitude rooted in Hard Bop Jazz and Rock ‘n Roll.
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