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Queenstown Lane
03:27
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Lonely eyes and lonely heart,
The call is sent but hard to get.
There's a piano player and a gypsy boy
And a pint of beer and a hung guitar.
The light is dim and the voice is feeble,
She reads her book and she avoids the eyes
Of gamblers looking through their funny faces.
The music within her, but stage so far.
"No matter how hard you try,
World needs no poems nor deep sound."
It's hard to say and hard to think
That all you have are shattered dreams.
No path is drawn.
Streets are a safe home.
Tomorrow is just a word.
And winter's almost gone.
Lonely hands and lonely eyes,
The voice is raising, there's a ray of light.
He won't believe in what you say,
So pack your words and run away.
The road is long and hard to walk.
You'll meet crazy ramblers and some friendly boys
Who believe in all the words they say
And sell their thoughts in amusing ways.
"No matter how hard we try,
World needs no poets nor deep thoughts."
But soon when their dreams will be gone,
They'll look for you in a old fashioned song.
Their path is drawn.
But you're a rebel soul.
Freedom's not just a word.
And spring is almost gone.
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2. |
New Day
03:27
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Daisy's playing some jazz.
A dizzy winter night fading to black.
Sensations of forgotten rhymes,
A gentle midnight lullaby.
Daisy's sure of dreaming,
But the trumpet plays real high.
She's just a lonely singer
Inside a lonely sigh.
Oh, but music's strong enough
To embrace the present and hold the past.
Daisy's just a lonely singer
In a dizzy, jazzy winter.
Cold winds blow and pianos play
Through morning sunrise and through the day.
When she first got to London town
The groove was good and never let her down.
Now Daisy's in love and she knows how to dance.
Her music softly flies to her chubby legs.
She's never been good at talking
But her heart's so good at dreaming.
He thinks she's pretty enough to have some fun,
She thinks he's good enough for a crush.
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3. |
Jimmy Dean
03:53
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I dreamt of you last night,
You were sleeping in the streets,
On your dreams machine.
I dreamt of you last night,
I wanted to be there with you,
but I was here in my bed.
Do you think we'll be free someday?
Free spirits in the sky,
but still on earth.
They say you had a bad behavior,
but what could you do?
Your heart was stolen of life.
But life you might save it might be mine.
Keep running to the edge
And never look back.
Do you think we'll be free someday?
Free spirits in the sky,
but still on earth.
Jimmy Dean, Jimmy Dean.
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4. |
Present
02:44
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She keeps warm breeze and flowers
For winter soon will come.
She runs in fields, on grasses
For love will soon be there.
A criminal desire is hunting
And she's ready.
Old winters' music raises again.
Through crawling winds she's shaking.
She's got a harmful smile
And restless lips to sing.
Old winters' music inside her head.
Little spiders on her neck.
And a little present he gave her.
A package of butterflies and make - up,
For she's a woman now
And she's dancing.
A criminal desire of music
And he holds her.
Old winters' faces fade away,
And trains full of dreams are leaving.
She's got a crazy smile
And restless lips to kiss.
Old winters' music inside her head.
Little wings on her back.
Warm breeze and flowers,
Old winters' music
And criminal desire.
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5. |
Daylight
02:51
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Dark eyes,
Girl's got dark eyes,
I watch her breathing in the night,
She's got closed eyes.
A rhythm I cannot feel.
Daylight,
Sad wings of summer, sun cries out
The daylight.
I watch the girl writing songs.
A trick that they can't see.
Girl, will you stop and say the truth to me?
I just want to talk to you.
And dance 'till sun is gone.
Jealousy,
Curiosity and regrets.
The pale blue summer sky.
You cannot fool it,
You can just feel it.
So come and save me.
Beauty and youth are fading,
Come and save me.
The last heart you have chosen
Is running miles away.
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6. |
Miss Drake
02:40
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What's the game to play?
Miss Drake, waiting for her man.
She is screaming, she is crying, she is hoping,
thinking: "Why can't I be free?".
What's the dream to lose?
Miss Drake, waiting for sunrise.
She is screaming, she is crying, she is hoping,
thinking: "Why am I still alone?".
What's the truth to hide?
Miss Drake, waiting for midnight.
She is lying, she is crying, she is hoping,
thinking: "Why can't I touch the sky?"
What's the train to catch?
Miss Drake, waiting for her friend.
She is lying, she is crying, she is hoping,
thinking: "Oh, I am still alone".
"What a nice surprise.
Nests of birds and butterflies.
Spinning like my head
in a morning paradise."
What's the dice to shoot?
Miss, still waiting for the truth.
She is playing, she is smiling, she is hoping,
thinking: "Oh I am so alone".
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7. |
Less and Less
02:37
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Drops of rain in this bed,
and sunflowers in my head.
Summer's late this year
and it carries all the fears away.
The train's gonna leave,
I'm not late: I'm here.
Wish I could cry
and not only hide.
Old men and their stupid lies,
their strange society and their paradise.
A world written in black and white,
where there's no need of a mind.
Precast gods in precast heavens,
that you can buy in temples.
Precast weapons in precast wars,
that you can buy in this world.
New victims and an old class,
you grow up and you care less.
No flowers on your grass,
you grow up and you're worth less and less.
Dirty streets for your brain
and a ticket to dance in the rain.
It is allowed to walk in,
but you're banned if your free.
The train's gonna leave,
be sure the be on time here.
wish you could cry
and not only hide.
Old men and their stupid lies,
their strange society and their paradise.
A world written in black and white,
where there's no need of a mind.
Precast presidents in a precast place,
that you can buy by race.
Precast weapons in precast wars,
that you can buy in this world.
New victims and an old class,
you grow up and you care less.
No flowers on your grass,
you grow up and you're worth less and less.
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8. |
Waiting
02:52
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Waiting for the rain to wash away
These stains of shame.
Waiting for the rain to wash away
These tears on your face.
Crazy fools at the bus-stop.
Crazy fools by your side.
Crazy fools on the mountain top.
Crazy fools and you go on smiling.
Waiting for the time to wake up.
Still tears on your face.
Waiting for the time to build up (something).
The rain is ok.
Crazy smiles and now you can
Crazy smiles; how to play?
Crazy smiles; how to stand?
Crazy smiles here don't stay
Waiting for the wind to guide you
Where spring is green.
Waiting for the wind to save you.
Oh, the sky's still here (above you).
Crazy times when you're not here.
Crazy times when I can't rhyme.
Crazy times for my little wings.
Crazy times when they can't fly.
Waiting for the sun to light on
the flight of the stars.
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Nicole Stella Italy
Nicole Stella is an eclectic young songwriter and musician with a passion for folk and acoustic pop. Born in a small town in Northern Italy, where she studied both classical and jazz music at the Cantelli Conservatory (Novara, Italy), she moved to London in 2013, establishing her presence as a talented and individual artist. She now lives in Pisa, Italy and has released three albums so far. ... more
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