1. |
Combing Grey
02:25
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My grandpa told me once
Come over here, listen to me,
make sure you live your life
The way you want,
make sure you steer.
So live your days one by one
Being true to yourself.
Don’t be no pretty boy
Weeping in sin.
When you lay down to die,
you look back and say
I lived a happy boy and
led it in my own way.
The days turned into weeks,
Weeks to months,
months to years.
Before you realize,
you’re combing grey up
on your hair.
So live your days
one by one
Being true to yourself.
Don’t be no pretty boy
Weeping in sin.
So when you lay down to die,
you look back and say
I lived a happy boy and led it…
So live your days one by one
Being true to yourself.
Don’t be no pretty boy
Weeping in sin.
When you lay down to die
you look back and say
I lived a happy boy and
led it in my own way.
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2. |
Shape Up
02:49
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You drive with no direction boy
Feeling that you must
be on the move.
It’s been troubling you of late,
you feel
You must keep up the pace and
find your way.
But find it yes you will.
Unlearn those lessons
learnt at school.
You know it can get so cruel.
We all travel with no direction,
oh boy.
You’re scared of every step you take,
Yet fear will grab
and hold you to the ground.
It’s good to be afraid, my friend,
It means you’re wise
and haven’t lost your head.
And find it yes you will.
Unlearn those lessons
learnt at school.
You know
it can get so cruel.
We all travel with no direction, no,
Travel with no direction, oh,
Travel with no direction,
oh yeah.
Shape up,
the walls you can break down,
Shape up,
do away with your bounds, yeah,
Shape up,
the walls you can break down,
Shape n’ shake n’ shape.
The day will come,
the day will come
When all your
time on Earth will be gone, boy.
Your steps have come,
your steps have gone,
Well, are you glad
of what you have done?
Your time has come,
your time has come
To be free from what
you’ve become, boy.
It’s not too late, don’t be afraid
Cause we all travel
with no direction,
no, travel with no direction, oh,
Travel with no direction, oh yeah.
Shape up,
the walls you can break down
Shape up,
do away with your bounds, yeah
Shape up,
the beat of your heart hear,
Shape up,
the screams in your head hear.
Shape up,
the walls you can break down,
Shape up,
do away with your bounds, yeah,
Shape up,
the beat of your heart hear and
Shake n’ shape n’ shake.
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3. |
Shipwreck
03:15
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Shipwreck
You thought I was a rover
Snugging in your arms.
Drank away all my sorrows
and closing all the bars.
One day you closed your heart
and that took me to the Road.
I’m sure you’ll miss me, baby,
I left you waiting for more.
My days on land are over,
the trouble’s been delayed.
Wine, women, songs and roving,
I’m out before it’s too late.
Last night I enrolled starboard
of a ship called ‘The Horny Maid’
Her armless, legless captain’s
always got a bad day.
We’re sailing going nowhere,
Will I know how to get back ashore
When all I’ve ever done in my life
Is drink from this sea and its salt?
I left my life behind me
And I don’t care at all.
The wind blows hard,
the waves are hitting on my hull.
On starry night like this
when standing on the prow,
Rejoicing in my loneliness
I’m the happiest man on the world.
We’re sailing going nowhere,
Will I know how to get back ashore
When all I’ve ever done in my life
Is drink from this sea and its salt?
Someday I’ll steer my own ship
Having no fear of singing too loud,
And it will be the love of my life,
I’ll call it the HMS Proud.
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4. |
Going Home
03:16
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Only with a whiskey
can I forget your smile.
Taking some photos
with my old camera.
Holes in my pockets,
emptiness in my heart.
I know you don’t love me,
so baby,
I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home, goin’ home,
Ain’t gonna suffer no more
I’m goin’ home, goin’ home,
Ain’t gonna suffer no more.
Only with a whiskey or two
can I forget your smile.
Riding a long trance,
driving along Maryland.
Holes in my pockets,
emptiness in my hands.
I know you don’t love me, so baby,
I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home, goin’ home,
Ain’t gonna suffer no more
I’m goin’ home, goin’ home,
Ain’t gonna suffer no more.
I know you don’t love me so baby,
I’m goin’ home.
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5. |
Banks Of The River
02:53
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In the banks of the river I saw you.
In the banks of the river I saw you
with another man.
When I see you with another man,
babe, I get, oh!, crazy all night long.
In the banks of the river I saw you.
In the banks of the river I saw you
with another boy.
When I see you with another boy,
babe, I get oh!, crazy all night long.
Who was that man, huh?
Who was that man that
was touching you?
Who was that man?
Oh, who was that man?
How can you ask me
to love you some more?
In the banks of the river I saw you,
In the banks of the river..
havin’ a roll with another guy.
When I see you with another guy,
babe, I get, oh!, crazy all night long.
I’m gonna kill that man.
I’ll kill that man, oh!
How can you ask me
to love you some more?
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6. |
So Many Times
03:20
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Someday, baby, you know I love it.
Someday I’ll drive beyond your knees,
Someday, baby, you know we’ll love it.
When the lights go out
I’ll drive you off your feet.
When the taxis go downtown
so early in this morrow..
Baby, how well
you know my early deeds.
But remember, babe,
my heart is only to borrow.
Cause baby I know myself so well indeed.
Like I said so many times, so many times
I could love you like the first night.
When the lights go down
you’re still walking this this bad boy
Baby how well
you know my early needs
But remember, babe,
my heart is only to borrow.
Cause baby I know myself so well indeed.
Like I said
so many times, oh, so many times
I could love you like the first night.
So many times, oh, so many times
I could love you like that first night, ooh!
Like I said so many times,
oh, so many times, yeah,
I could love you like the first night, yeah,
So many times
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7. |
Old Curbs
03:38
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Lived our lives without ambitions,
Our days were blank pages
bound by this city,
Laid down on the ground.
Kicking some cans around the railroad,
Drinking and kissing nights
lost down in Crosses Park
When we hid in the dark.
We said we’d run away,
But we chose to stay.
We were running late
for dinnertime again.
It was summer
downtown heat in our city
With my friends spending time.
With my friends spending time.
With my friends spending time
Down in our city.
Sitting on the old curbs
Sitting on the old curbs
Down in the city
As time goes by.
Sitting on the old curbs
Sitting on the old curbs
As time goes by.
Now some of us
do things that we hated
and we don’t know why.
Is everything lost?
Can we be saved, man?
I’m sure you cannot be right.
Tell me the way,
our path was forgiven
Looking for a fight
Please hold on babe,
you’re not alone
We’ll be here like all those curbs
Made out of stone.
Made out of stone, yeah.
Made out of stone.
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8. |
The Stars Will Shine
02:54
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The Stars will shine over your smile
I’m yours and don’t need no more
The Sun will shine over your clothes
I’m yours.
You kissed me while I lost my way
And gave me a chance to stay
by your side
The day goes by.
I was lost but I feel reborn
The Time goes by upon our clocks
Walking over old Roads
I’m yours
You kissed me while I lost my way
And gave me a chance to stay
By your side
The days go by.
Your eyes outshine even the Sun
Your laugh makes me lose my course
Day dreams and old songs
I’m yours
Kissed me when I lost my way
And gave me a chance to stay
By your side
The days go by
I was lost but I feel reborn
Thank you baby for all.
And you said
“Baby, what’s wrong in your head?”
I said I’m dreaming ‘bout you every day.
I know I never could find the same
I said baby ain’t got a good name
I said baby we don’t need a good name
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9. |
Rough Clouds
02:08
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He was a silly young boy
Did anything for a coin
And watched a thousand times
commercials on TV.
He’d always lived in a dream
But didn’t care what it seemed.
Oh boy, you really need
a good hair trim.
All these rough rough clouds
gather all night long
Keep a-hard-raining over his head.
She was a beautiful girl
She got lost in the world
Her dad would scold her like
a genuine chatterbox.
She played with mud and the sand
Making the shape of a man
Her mamma gave her whiskey
for her chickenpox.
And these rough rough clouds
Gather all night long
Keep a-hard-raining over her head.
Keep a-hard-raining over her head.
They met at their school
They went to fuck in the loo
And never cared about
what anybody said.
Out of that wonderful day
Maurice, Sutcliff and Jay
Were born outside of Yosemite, U.S.A.
All these rough rough clouds
gather all night long
Keep a-hard-raining over their heads.
Now I tell you their story
sitting on their fence
While skies keep hard-raining
over our heads.
Keep on hard-raining
over our heads.
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10. |
(A day without) My Bike
03:15
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What do all the children want?
Each and every one?
Another place where you are
is where you’re not.
Someday you will return
to the place you were born
Riding one of those pretty hogs.
This is the time I’m riding my bike
Sometimes I hit with my knee.
Baby,
you know it’s the way that I want
Baby, let it be, please.
Sometimes I hit with my knee,
My life is the Road behind me.
This is the time I’m riding my bike,
It’s now or never, gonna die.
Gonna die, baby.
What all the children want,
each and every one
Another place where you are
is where you’re not.
Goddam boy, my bike is broke and
the day is very long
It’s the day I get the bus
and your life is a bore and
your wife is getting hot.
Sometimes I hit with my knee.
My life is the Road behind me.
Sometimes I hit with my knee,
You know it’s a temple for me.
This is the time I’m riding my bike
It’s now or never, gonna ride.
Gonna ride, baby.
Sometimes I hit with my knee.
My life is the Road behind me.
Sometimes I hit with my knee,
My bike is a temple for me.
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11. |
Day Of The Rising
03:04
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Living always aware of their success.
Always hit the bull’s-eye of the goal.
Wearing down your soul
against the pavement.
You lost your scruples a long time ago.
Out of fashion, moral sense,
it doesn’t matter, boy.
The world squirms when you walk
hitting the ground, yeah!
Your children will be
the heirs of your empire
If there’s anything to leave behind and
they’re not alone
If there’s anything to leave for anyone.
Money, earnings, margins,
debt and slavery
Are the words that your mouth
coughs up every day, boy.
While you put another gold coin
in your big stack
You should worry more about
what’s in your bag:
The Day of the Rising you’ll be fucked.
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12. |
RNR Dive Bar
04:19
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It‘s there,
I’m down on my knees, babe,
and I want to be free
Music is louder and louder and louder,
I feel it’s moving my feet.
It’s only rock.
Baby with the Devil we are
Babe, it’s Rock n’ Roll.
Baby with the Devil we are. Baby, Damn!
Baby, baby, baby, babe, you cannot stop
And when the lights are down and
you and me don’t follow the crowd.
We’re running wild, to the next dive.
It’s only rock, baby with the Devil we are.
Oh! Baby, baby, babe, you cannot stop
Someday you’ll sin tied to my knees
Baby, rock n’ roll, oh yes, sí.
You cannot stop.
Baby with the Devil we are.
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Los Cobardes Madrid, Spain
Ivan, Pablo y Alan, llevan tocando desde mitad de los noventa y han formado parte de numerosas bandas
madrileñas.
En 2008, en Madrid, se forma el grupo Los Cobardes en formato trío buscando un sonido rock puro, limpio y sin posturas.
A finales de 2012 Fer Rodriguez se une al grupo como guitarra solista.
El grupo destaca por sus composiciones, su pegada y su mordiente en directo. Los Cobardes!
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