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SHEEPDOG
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing I aim at the first one who´ll dare
to stand still Oh Lord, your tension is making me ill You´ve got no friends in your home, you´ve got no family
stone You can´t go: yeah yeah yeah Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talented strip
Will gather ´round you with coke and pain The trees, ain´t no doubt about, the seeds, I had no thought about
No, yeah yeah yeah Don´t know why I can´t
locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you It makes no sense, you´re crying out loud, that I may love you This
stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you Don´t let them closer to this secret... That I may
love you Take ´em outa west, take `em outa height, take ´em on a sweet ride Those little angels are numbered nine The colored TV once shined on desolation one five They´ve
got it!!Yeah, yeah yeah! Bust ´em in the light, bust ´em in the light, BUST `EM IN THE DAYLIGHT They ain´t
worthy being named as thieves One of the shorties said hi up to the abbot who died The rebound: yeah yeah yeah
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like "I would rather heal your wounds" Now
hear the dark gun punching out that I may love you
SWEET RIDE
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing Get your motor runnin’ cause my engine’s
too hot
And the cooler’s runnin’ dry as a pimp
Get your things together cause I’m blowing my mind
And that Ronnie is an MTV star It’s my soul honey, that’s up at eighty
And
my sweet ride has blown my lady away
Soon, my motor’s runnin’ wild and I’m gone Get your wheelers spinning
cause I’m riding a lot
And my lady’s back at home with her sins
Get your wheelers spinning cause I’m cruising
at last
And my destination’s somewhere between It’s my soul honey that’s up at eighty
And my sweet ride love and tries who make sense
Man, I’m runnin, wild and now I’m gone Here
comes Ronnie! It’s my soul honey...
MOTOWN BLOOD
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing I said go, I said
baby don’t wanna go
I said freeze, I said baby don’t wanna freeze
And if it’s night or day we don’t
care
If what we get along whatever you do
And it won’t be long ‘till they get my file
And turns it black as black as afternoon
And turns it black as black as afternoon I
said you, I said you and me and her
I said us, I said us makes white a blur
And if it’s night or day we don’t
care
If how we get along whatever you say
And it won’t be long ‘till they get my file
And turns it black as black as grey
And turns it black as black as grey I
said you, well you do...
We don’t care if you care for the mob
We don’t care if you care for the sub
We don’t care if you care for the mud
Cause we’ve got motown blood in our veins
Cause we’ve got motown blood in our veins I said move, I said baby don’t wanna move
I
said groove, I said baby don’t wanna groove
And if it’s night or day we don’t care
If what we
get along whatever you do
And it won’t be long ‘till they get my file
And turns it black as black as afternoon
And turns it black as black as afternoon I said you, well you do...
We
don’t care if you care for the mob
We don’t care if you care for the sub
We don’t care if you care for
the mud
Cause we’ve got motown blood in our veins
Cause we’ve got motown blood in our veins Cause we’ve got motown blood in our veins
Cause we’ve got motown blood in our veins
MR MOON
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing Mr Moon, Mr Moon, maybe your
time is coming Mr Moon, Mr Moon, what’s happening in that room Well search your heart, before you
die before your time fades away It was given as a promise to each and every man I wanna love you but I’m growing old Ten little soldiers screaming in my soul Will
she come over when it’s time to go Come on and show me little drummerboy Mr Moon, Mr Moon, Mr Moon
Sad but true, sad but true, you’re telling me what to do I’ve
learned my lesson, that stupid question now it hurts my pride And you’re a girl, a serious girl showing me the world Oh
my love, you’re so tired, but you must think quiet I wanna love you ... (2x) The day is using up its final breath I’ve never been so sure I’ve never doubted you Mr Moon
THE BAND
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing I’ve played
that song from long ago
When every morning longed to fall
It broke my sighs and my regrets
It stumbled on the steps
You’ve built for climbing towards me
Now it feels like sinners
in the sun When I say
I said I’d die for you
Or
was it in my head
I took you down on ouzo
And now I think I’d rather see you dead I said I´d die for you
Or was it in my head
She took me down on ouzo
And then you say you'd rather see me dead If my depression stood the wind
I
spat the devil up his chin
It couldn’t do me any harm
It roughed my steel and shut my mouth
My late impression
Oh, that rain that’s iching on my skin When I say
I said I’d die for you
Or was it in my head
I took you down on ouzo
And now I think I’d rather see you dead
TO CHINA WITH LOVE
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing Get on the train cause I'm tired
of you, boy
You can come back when you're dressed in blue
You won't get a penny of using me
I'm gonna send you home and hit you on Sunday
I'm gonna send you home and hit you on Sunday Don't look so small, I'm not bigger than you but
I've got blues enough to smash your bones
I've
lit up my life with those matches I've got
From those who stood by me when I was in pain, boy
From those who stood by
me when I was in pain, boy You're too near me nasty boy-girl
It's pretty bad that you’re still around
I'm gonna laugh when you're down and out, boy
I'm gonna laugh when you're on that lonesome ride Back all the way to China
In a police car from Japan, oh yeah
Sitting
in the backseat crying
Where´s your pride, where´s your pride? Getting my feet all drained in mud,
I'm gonna clean them when I'm done with you
I don't give a damn if your filthy too
I've got enough soup for my whole generation
I've got enough soup for my whole generation You´re
too near me nasty boy-girl
It's pretty bad that you're round my hood
I'm gonna laugh when you're down and out boy
I'm gonna laugh when you're on that lonesome ride
Back all the way to China... Drop your blood in China,
You will get rid of that mighty stone, oh yeah
People told
me you were a rich man now
Where´s your pride, where´s your pride?
PARALYZED
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing She ain't as beautiful
as me, but she's as beautiful as she can be
She ain't as cold as she wants but she wants it to boil
She ain't as cold as
she can be, don't you see
It takes a fast mind to figure out, what's on this whole earth this is all about
Let 'em ride
for a while, let 'em wonder, oh why
It takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how She's got a bent belt
by her side
She's got that donkey paralyzed
She's got a cold inner wind and a ware full of sins
She's got a garagedoor where you've got lies
She's got a lifeline by her side
She's got a woman
paralyzed
She's got a much elder husband than god's son himself
She's got a bagage full of hope and knives
Na! Get down! She's selling basses down a backstreet stair
Just down
the alley where there's nothin' but air
And the birds took brake, 'round 1968
She's selling basses in a backstreet stair
She took me down when just couldn't get ahead
She took my soul when I choosed laughter instead
Let me ride for a while let me wonder, oh how
It takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how She´s
got a bent belt...
P.U.S.A.
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing Drove around ‘til
five o’clock, it was drivers day
I drove the drivers way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I’ve got
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichés
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself I’ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
In the Post United States of America
I’ve
got my brotherhood to help me, take ‘em there
In the Post United States of America Police asked me where to go in
a nowhereland
I’m in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I’ll be OK
Brothers on my right and left they don’t give a shit ‘bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn ‘em, all you mothers in’n’out
I wanna get it on the dancefloor… Love me, fool me, drink my wine
In
the Post United States of America
I wanna go with those who live and dies
In the Post United States of America
BRING ´EM IN
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing I've gotta climb this
mountain, yeah, I'll deal with you later
If you burst into laugh then I will ch-ch-ch-choke you with my cough
I am better
of dead, I'm rolling high and I'll be gone for tomorrow So copying styles if you're a one of a kind
Oh Yeah! Alright!
Tough looking star, painted in black, smoothed in white cream
Sing lazy songs, lyrics haven't been the same without it
And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon, I will comfort me With saying that I'm just a one of a kind
Oh Yeah! Alright! And when the lunatics are coming in the late afternoon,
you may comfort me
by saying that you're all by a tune, and you will say:
I wonder what's so wrong about it, I wonder what's happy about it,
I
want it now and you will never be alive!! I want it now, but you were never my kind,
So cry at night when the band pullet
out
LADY
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing Don't you stumble
turning your head upside down
And don´t get the feeling that I've been dreaming here all alone Sell the new dimension
to my pal he's in need of help but I´m so busy
Teach me how to loose my friends and give me the sign of love cause I
won´t leave
Leave my own lady
I won´t leave no no leave my own lady Don't you get her tuning her turning her down
And don't get the feeling that I've been telling lies to my dad Sell
the new dimension to my pal he's in need of help but I'm so busy
Teach me how to loose my friends and give me the sign of love cause I
won´t leave
Leave my own lady
I won´t leave no no leave my own lady
But
the new world is bad and don't you know my new world turns to melodies
Get up now and feel that little love on sunday hey hey hey hey hey hey hey oh
Yeah alright come on come on come hey yeah alright get up get up and get down
LITTLE BOY JR.
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing I’ve got
a brand new hand if you wanna perform
A 30 year old army turning fire into storm
I’ve got a vicious little soldier,
I know he’s alright
He’s gonna catch some women tonight, that’s alright
He’s gonna catch some women
tonight He’s spinning round ‘n’ round ’n’ round until he’s had enough
Going town to
town to town just to prove that he’s tough
Don’t let him down under your skin, that’s what they say
He’s
gonna catch some ladies today, what they say
He’s gonna catch some ladies today And when the firstborn baby starts
to scream out: Bollocks!
Smash him out at midnight, you ain’t raised orthodox
Take some money, spread ‘em out
as wide as you can
You’ve got more room in your pocket then a russian, ru la la la Little boy Jr barks a pitbull to
tears,
Without even knowing, it’s his most primal fear
That’s your spirit Jr, maybe your light
You’re gonna catch some women tonight, that’s alright
You’re gonna catch some women tonight And when the firstborn baby … It’s time for closing in those bars, you’ve got that rush, that’s cool
Do you know, your reputation is a future O’Dole
That rope is getting closer, know that it’s tight
There
won’t be any women tonight, not tonight
There won’t be any women tonight, not tonight
There won’t be any
women tonight
LAUREN´S CATHEDRAL
Dixgård/Norén © 2002 EMI Music Publishing If I said something smoothly,
could it be a little symphony Breathing
a break, oh that’s what you want me to do Riding along emotions unaware of my own age
Darling Lauren, I’m growing much
faster than you And if that Andy drew my soul, I will tear me ‘till I’m dry
Poetic drivel, oh,
that’s what I want it to be How can a girl so strong, go and blow it on her own, Darling Lauren,
I’m growing much faster than you And if that cunt tries to beat me in rhythm And if that cunt tries to prove me I’m wrong I’m sure That Lauren I’m growing much faster than you
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