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Listen Album DenisKDenis
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Listen Album Twobob
Its not about what you've got

its what you give

dont think about what you want

think about how to live


live like a star

like a star

live like a star

like a rastar


got twobob in your pocket
and your gonna go far

2 rupees and a bundle of rice
pipe dream living is the only vice

so rise it up

live like a star

so rise it up


like a star







Listen Album Twobob
I've got it sorted, on top of it and all that

Shady fucker, who knew?

This aint the smell they meant by Heaven Scent

Someone's fucking with you.


If this is your best shot, come on and give me all you've got

Dodgy lady, this may be true

Seems like you been spent, ev-ery red cent

If this is heaven, then I am screwed.


Uh, The life of leisure baby

reminding me again why I hang with you

Yes, A dirty pleasure maybe

Always there, Always see you through.
Always see you through you.

Oh, its Stacking up

The jacking up of all the vibes

Oh you're so cool it's true.

Yes I'm cracking up, laughing my ass off,

there's no fool in you.

Now its Stacking up

The smacking up of all the tribes

Such a tool as you

Yes you're cracking up, laughing your head off,

there aint no fooling you.


I'm The wife of your your soul baby

Tell me why I deal with you

A hurty pleasure maybe

but it's Always there, Always see you through.
Always see you through you.



Oh, its Stacking up

The jacking up of all the vibes

Oh you're so cool it's true.

Yes I'm cracking up, laughing my ass off,

there's no fool in you.

Now its Stacking up

The smacking up of all the tribes

Such a tool as you

Yes you're cracking up, laughing your head off,

there aint no fooling you.


I'm The wife of your your soul baby

Tell me why I deal with you

A hurty pleasure maybe

but it's Always there, Always see you through.
Always see you through you.


Uh, The life of leisure baby

reminding me again why I hang with you

Yes, A dirty pleasure maybe

Always there, Always see you through.
Always see you through you.

Oh, its Stacking up

The jacking up of all the vibes

Oh you're so cool it's true.

Yes I'm cracking up, laughing my ass off,

there's no fool in you.

Now its Stacking up

The smacking up of all the tribes

Such a tool as you

Yes you're cracking up, laughing your head off,

there aint no fooling you.

Listen Album Twobob
make me smile make me smile
make me smile make me smile


make it Jam make it Rock

make it so it never stops

make it rad make it wild

Break into another style

make it Jam make it Rock

touch me just dont ever stop

make it rad make it wild

Trust me boy you'll like me style



make it Jam make it Rock

make it Jam make it Rock


comes in all flavours dirty behaviours

small party favours they last long

and the crazy tunes just keep playing

playing into the niiiiiiiiiiight niiiiiiiiiiight

into the niiiiiiiiiiight niiiiiiiiiiight


World picks me up when I am down

it ties me up when noones around

And when I'm broken hearted

My star's fallen from the sky again

sky again



picks me up when I am down

it ties me up when noones around

And when I'm broken hearted



I'm breaking out yeah yeah

so you never never keep me down


Time to smash it up

burn it to the ground

im sick of the noise

im sick of the sound



Cos my star is rising my star is rising

Bright future my horizon

my star is rising rising rising....


make it Jam make it Rock

make it so it never stops

make it rad make it wild

Break into another style

make it Jam make it Rock

touch me just dont ever stop

make it rad make it wild

Trust me boy you'll like me style


make it Jam make it Rock

make it Jam make it Rock



comes in all flavours dirty behaviours

small party favours that last long into

into the niiiiiiiiiiight niiiiiiiiiiight

into the niiiiiiiiiiight niiiiiiiiiiight


Time to smash it up

burn it to the ground




im sick of the noise

im sick of the sound


make it Jam make it Rock

make it Jam make it Rock



make it Jam make it Rock

make it so it never stops

make it rad make it wild

Break into another style

make it Jam make it Rock

touch me just dont ever stop

make it rad make it wild

Trust me boy you'll like me style



World picks me up when I am down

it ties me up when noones around

And when I'm broken hearted

My star's fallen from the sky again


into the niiiiiiiiiiight

(im sick of the noise, im sick of the sound)

into the niiiiiiiiiiight

(im sick of the noise, im sick of the sound)

into the niiiiiiiiiiight

[repeat to end]
Listen Album Twobob
Sh...



All that I wanted was silence

Wash away the pain

All that I wanted was silence

Wipe away the shame



Brilliant Brilliant dreams

A brilliant Brilliant life


Brilliant Brilliant dreams

A brilliant Brilliant life

/REPEAT/
Listen Album Christina Baldwin
Talking in circles,
Deflecting the blame,
Drifting semantics
Wash meaning away.
Spiraling logic,
The company line
Of long distance runners,
Stands frozen in time.

The pain of the journey,
From reason to doubt,
The bar lines and charts,
Form a treasonous shout.
But eyes in the street
Fade from fiery to gray,
Contemptuous glances,
At swollen decay.

Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen

Some paid with their dignity,
Some with their lives,
For company dinners,
And new trophy wives.
Elected officials gleam
Smiles through the smoke,
The future once promised,
Now only a joke.

Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen

This thing we created
Looms out of control,
As cold vacuum rhetoric,
Devours the soul.
As glossy and cheap
As the products we sell,
We hide in our bunkers,
Secure in our shell.

Your talk is cheap
Your words cut deep
You talk, I need you to listen

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.
Listen Album Christina Baldwin
I want to know what the crows know
A hundred dark birds intertwined
Linked in mysterious purpose
a singular thought as one mind

Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken

l want to see what the crow sees
to gaze from the sky without wonder
A master to every horizon
A world made of flight and of plunder

Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken

I want to hear what the crow hears
In shrill pleading call and response
Are they cloaked sounds of
Hope or aggression
Or echoes of meaning we've lost

Secrets of flight through the dusk,
unspoken
Magnetic North as a trust
unbroken

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.
Listen Album Christina Baldwin
A palpable anguish arrives.
A movable force contrived.
A fallible plan devised.
An altered life realized.

This moment does intrude.
These words do abuse.
A lamented course ensues.
The description does abuse.

The brilliant hue,
A luminous view,
The radiant glow,
Ever Indigo.

No revision is conceived.
No offers of reprieve.
Predictions will deceive.
Remedies will achieve.

The argument will ensue,
Presenting an altered view.
Speaking firm and clear,
One day we all arrive here.

Love vowing to endure.
The covenant is ensured.
A lifetime void of regret.
This moment will not forfeit.

The morning casts vivid hues.
Each vision a memory saved.
Each motion ever engraved.
A portrait never forsakes.

Lyrics by Christina Baldwin and
music by Bruce Baldwin, © 2009.
Listen Album Christina Baldwin
Strangers in the masks they wore
Real life locked outside the door
Things were never plain
No place to keep sane

Ill cast in the roles they played
Twisted rules defined the game
Words were loaded dice,
blunt and imprecise

Paths so simple in the warm daylight
grew to mazes with the night
No-one here was what they seemed to be
Hiding from reality

And when one refused to play
All those locks were picked away
Feelings magnified
by too many eyes

Sleeping at the wheel
No-one in control
How did we get here?

Paths so simple in the warm daylight
grew to mazes with the night
No-one here was what they seemed to be
Hiding from reality

How did we get here?

Written by Bruce Baldwin, © 1995, 2010.
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