Lyrics
There’s music in my ears
I’m strolling down the road
That will lead me to a place
Where tango dancers go
I’m looking for a woman
That I met in a cantina
I want to see her dancing
See the passion when it flows
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Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
The night is kind of moist
The air shivers of perfume
She’s sitting by the table
Like a flower in full bloom
She’ waits for the Latino
To show up, and lead her through the tango
His a dark, handsome gaucho
A dream. One far of gone
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Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
Eyes meet and hands clutch
Hips moves and bodies touch
The music is like the ocean’s rhythm
And they’re floating in the sea
His breath has a touch of tobacco
Sweat drips as the dance goes
His chin against her forehead
They’re like shadows in the night
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Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
The dance live as the strong wind
Her hair is wildly from the swirling
Heavy passion flirting
Might be a night to win
He dances like Mr. Lorenzo
The man in the old cantina
The one she uses to dream of
In days far of gone
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Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
She pulls off her shoes when the dance ends
The Latino went through the entrance
He was that kind of man
Who appears in dreams?
I put down my glass of bourbon
Slide through the door not to disturb them
I’ve seen enough of the dancing
Those days are far from gone.
Ref.
Smooth is the dance
This is the chance
There’s a gentle breeze whispering as she went for a swim
In the river by her home, in the country up north
Her raven black hair came alive in the stream
In the crystal clear water, she looked like a dream
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
The deep river blues run through her veins
As she sings to her children sweet lullabies
Songs she remembers her grandma used to sing
In the evening shadows by the candlelight
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
Once she moved to the city, for the love of her life
He promised her diamonds if she would be his wife
After three babies born His drinking went astray
Their love turned to rust, and she blew him away
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
The northern lights on fire. On a cold, frosty night
The grouse is nesting in the morning light
Here nobody owns you That’s your kind of life
When one story’s told another comes alive
She sat on her porch, and her mind slipped away
’bout how life is changing throughout the day
You wake up as one person in the morning so bright
And you end up changed, in the dimming of the light
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The girl by the river is blessed by nature
She’s like a fire on a frosty morn.
Her beauty’s stunning like the blooming heather
She’s pure as the honey from the moor
He wishes he still was there to hear your song
The sweet, sweet tune, from the days that’s gone.
He should not gulp down the jug of wine.
But he was so obsessed by your junky mind.
You told him about your father and his neurotic game
How he treated your mother that died in shame.
His lips touched your eyelid at the break of day.
You were still asleep when he did slide away
He will never return that’s my point of view
Not that he doesn’t want, but you won’t let him do.
Don’t blame yourself for letting him in
It was he who left with his head full of sin
I stumbled upon you at the dancing hall
Not that you saw me, and I don’t dance at all.
But I noticed you left with your raincoat on
I grabbed my jacket and tried to track you down
But you were lost in the haze and the night was on the wane
I felt an emptiness I’ll never feel again.
In the front of your house, I saw his car lined up
He was sitting there waiting for you to show up
You were changing clothes with the curtains drawn
But the light from the room made your silhouette shown
I turned on the light and felt kind of queasy.
I was no better than him that I thought was so sleazy.
I met him in the park one rainy night
His hair greased by blood and his hands were tied
He staggered around with flickering eyes
He couldn’t even talk because of the fight
But I recognized her shoe left on the path
And I thought It was her I saw running so fast
I left him out there. He was knocked out easy
Like a train, I run, and I saw her just briefly
When she passed the bar where I drink my gin
It was now the moment to catch my queen
The rain pouring down and my poor heart was strumming
As I hold her in my arms, I felt the whole world was humming
There’s a dandy in a bar
Drinking vodka as his meal
He had one too many women
Some of them for real
Roll on, Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
It just ended like a dream.
At the mirror on the wall
She squinting all in vain
Heavy makeup hiding
Lines caused by pain
Roll on, Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
It just ended like a dream.
Man stand blinded by the sun
In his hands a hunting gun
His factory shut down
A family on the run
The future black as night
No morning light insight
What might have been your scheme?
Just ended as a dream
Roll on. Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
It just ended like a dream.
Widow steering through the glass
As she’s waiting for the past
But the past is not to come
He is forever gone
Roll on, Roll-on
What might have been your scheme?
Ended like a dream
In the glow of the dim streetlight
Restless she’s waiting for a ride
A needle keeps the spirit upright
In the middle of the night
A black Mercedes gliding
Down along the Ocean Boulevard
Seeking the hungry hour
In the middle of the night
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No moonbeam pierce through midnight
No cold iron stars to see
A saxophone plays a love song
Through the gate of liberty
The peddler on faltering steps
Soon ready to fade away
Too much downtown bourbon
In the middle of the night
She pulled on her faded nightgown
Bought for the better days
Dreaming of her long-gone lover
In the middle of the night
Ref.
No moonbeam pierce through midnight
No cold iron stars to see
A saxophone plays a love song
Through the gate of liberty
Someone lies in the gutter
in the glow of the dim street light
A black Mercedes gliding away
In the middle of the night
I’m gazing out my window
Were Bluebells praise the day
I then recall a story
My mind was swept away
About a family in the mountains
Where life is harsh and rough
How they hold on to their dream
In worship faith and endless love
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The wind blows smoothly as the day run slowly
And you know there is no sin in true love.
Laurie was the oldest
Her age was 17
A radiant kind of beauty
Dressed in linen from the field
She had this neighbor boyfriend
As tall as any oak
They live up in the mountains
Where they breathe the air of God
Ref
The variety of months
Makes every season strong
Springtime turns to autumn.
As winter hangs around
With snow deep as a man’s height
Hiding all the creeks.
Away up in the mountain a young couple touching cheeks.
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Through rough and hungry hours
They struggle as they pray
Grace and meekness fils their souls
When their fields turn green one day
They melt their song together
Their bond where oh so strong
To survive up in the mountains
You must prove that you belong
Ref : Take a ride back where your home is
Take the train. Just get on board
Even if there is no free ride
Have faith and get on board
You‘ve been walking for so long now
Your feet are sore night want to come
Your head is weary, and you’re lonely
Take the train where you belong
Ref: Take a ride back…
It is there for stolen moments
A place to rest when the day is done
Where the comfort is protected
Just get ready and get it done
Ref: Take a ride back
Bridge:
I have travelled east and west
And this pierced me through the heart
People cry for mercy
As they stumbled through the dark.
I tried my best to save them
But there was really nothing I could do
Have mercy on their souls
I’ll lean my faith on you.
Ref: Take a ride back..…
The entire search for where the truth is.
Behind masks and folded arms
In the eyes of a beaten
In the grave of good lucks charm
Ref: Take a ride back..
I have to say it worries me
Or scares me to the bone
The Fish farming industry
And the way they grow
They pollute and deny
all their dirty deeds
The black wind is howling
the environment bleeds
Ref: And the government allows
Government Fails
complexed interests
Have I heard that tale
Fish farm industry
has become a rotten game
And we live in this land
of ecologic shame
They make a lot of money,
on this aquaculture scene
Of course, they can afford
To make the business clean
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I’m not surprised at all
that the government allows
They have a lot of interests
in this silver and gold
It’s a tangled situation
The clouds dark and grey
We all know what it takes
To stop the environment decay
For decades the governments
Had blindfolded eyes
Who can you trust
When it comes to this crime
It’s a crime against nature
it’s a crime against the world
It’s a crime against the innocent
It’s a crime we need to hurl
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Are you in love with me?
Just can’t believe it
Do you really know?
Can you truly feel it?
My finger on your doorbell
And I’m six feet from your kiss
The leaves are gone
It’s slowly turning
In this winter night
A log fire burning
A blizzard will appear
I’m Six feet from your kiss
Got the picture of you
And my heart was bleeding
Wrote you a letter
cause I heard your pleading
I straighten my coat
I’m six feet from your kiss
Bridge:
Your life was so hard. You toiled through the day
The night took your tears and hid them away
No one could see that the end was that close
I tried to heal a heart that was crushed
You’re dancing alone
Your hips are moving
The night is so cold
But I can see that you’re glowing
My finger on your doorbell
And I’m six feet from your kiss
I saw your face among the crowd
Your head held high. You seemed so proud
I met your eyes. They were fiery brown
Your beauty stroked me. You knocked me down.
Ref.
I picked up a thought and gave it to you
It means much more than flowers do
I whispered something in your ear
Something that could bring me so near
You mumbled something about the book of Ruth
I took off my cross and gave it to you
You returned my gesture with a kiss on my cheek
I almost panicked and stopped to breath
Ref.
I picked up a thought and gave it to you
It means much more than flowers do
I whispered something in your ear
Something that could bring me so near
I want your hand in the palm of mine
Will save it there, with humble pride
To be honest with you, and praise the day
If we only knew love won’t fade away
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I picked up a thought and gave it to you
It means much more than flowers do
I whispered something in your ear
Something that could bring me so near
There s something sneaky about this place
Can you sense it from your spot?
Warning signs all over
If you trespass you’ll be shot
This land fed you for a thousand years
Now there’s nothing you can do
It rumbles in my head as I thought
Greed shows its face on you
The riot squad with banners
Are screaming out their rage
Another soldier took a life
He’s trapped in someone’s cage
Who wants to rule a kingdom?
And invade your country too.
I knew it as I saw the news
Greed shows its face on you
Bridge:
In every nook and cranny, we’re searching for the oil
Salmon farms in every fiord since a long time lost control
We pollute, and we plunder as we’re hiding from the truth
More I learn, more I know
Greed shows its face on you.
You wonder how religion became a dirty lie.
Use Jesus and the other one as a disguise for awful crimes
The beauty of religion is washed in blood my men who rule
You just don’t care about your next of kin
When greed’s all over you.
She’s getting way too weak now. He can’t help her anymore
They moved her to a nursing home He’ll visit her for sure
But she has to share her room. So no privacy will do
You don’t build rooms for everyone
When greed’s all over you.
You can do what you want, You can do what you must
You can do, as they say, You can choose who to trust
You can meet the one you need, it doesn’t matter to me
I’m marching to the beat of my own drum
All those restless souls, with no peace in mind
All those friendless kids, not feeling fine
All those blinded parents that don’t cope with time
I’m marching to the beat of my own drum
A newspaperman with lying lips
Always someone, with doubtful tips
They point their pen and fire the gun
I’m marching to the beat of my own Drum
Trash and dirt floating ’round
Politician lies and nothing is done
Buy emission credits so we can feed the scum
I’m marching to the beat of my own drum
Day by day goes on like this
At the end of the line, I’ll make a wish
That there’s an opportunity in every kiss
I’m marching to the beat of my own drum
This is a story of jilted love
From where the lotus flowers bloom
Are you a man in the body of a woman?
You too got family by blood
But you’re born under a black moon
Ref.
Hijra, hijra
Does the snake in you appear? Do you want to cause fear?
Cast a spell on your host. Are you really a ghost?
Sad, sad is your twinkling eye.
He wants you at his wedding and when his child is born.
You perform your hypnotic dance.
When the night turns black, He wants you back
To give him pleasure on the darkest track.
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Hijra, Hijra
Does the snake in you appear? Do you want to cause fear?
Cast a spell on your host. Are you really a ghost?
Sad, sad is your twinkling eye.
Your life is narrow in many ways
They say you live the seven sins
With your chelas waiting on your holy ground
You’re mystic; you’re my dancing twin
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Hijra, Hijra
Does the snake in you appear? Do you want to cause fear?
Cast a spell on your host. Are you really a ghost?
Sad, sad is your twinkling eye.
Babies gone, and children disappear.
You were seen in the neighborhood
Wearing a torch after dark. Hungry as a shark
You that have eyes like an angel’s heart?
Ref.
Hijra, Hijra
Does the snake in you appear? Do you want to cause fear?
Cast a spell on your host. Are you really a ghost?
Sad, sad is your twinkling eye.
How’s living this way? Are you pleasant and gay?
You that’s so hunted, fragile and forlorn
Have you someone to love
When your age turns to gold
You that’s born under a black moon
In a house, by the lake, on the outskirt of town.
Oldman Jacob sitting by the window
A half-sunk boat in the reeds. Catches his eye
Rain in the air, thunder from the sky
His rubber boots covered with mud
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The rain was pouring down, and his poor heart was pumping
His fingertips tapped on the table
As his voice starts humming
He could see her in the twilight, and his heart grew black
A moaning song tossed from the wind
Someone is doomed, by death and sin
A stone was thrown with a pitch-black grin
A body dragged through the mud
He swept his hand through his greasy hair
Sweaty with bullied eyes
Old man Jacob wipe off the dirt
You could feel the weight of the stone
That burdened his heart
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The rain was pouring down, and his poor heart was pumping
His fingertips tapped on the table
As his voice starts humming
He went to her that once used to be
He looked wild like the roaring sea
I’m back for your love, I cut the chain
Let’s drink a toast, come and ride with me
And leave all misery
The woman was scared, and her mind felt a blast
She grabbed the pistol from her purse
A shot rang out and a piece of led poked in
Her lover was down so fast
Like a broken twig
Like a fever, she nodded against the wall
That her shadow was printed upon
She couldn’t believe that her wish came through
But she had to take him down
And leave before the dawn
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The rain was pouring down, and her poor heart was pumping
Her fingertips tapped on the table
And her voice start humming