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Dirty Girl Blues
03:33
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'Dirty Girl Blues'
Teen rites of passage was built for the masses
Appearances to deceive
Caught yourself falling that don’t come with a warning
A cute trip for you to think that you’ll be playing me
Well doll I been in this game too long
I know I got got what you need
It’s what you want
And I don’t mean to be cruel mean to be unkind
But I aint some young fool sure as hell aint blind
The time has come to cut the shit
Before we lose our minds
It’s always hard to wear battle scars
My past might cut you the same
But control girl no need to feel insecure
I’ll teach you so good you’ll be thinking your names lady luck
Learnt those teasing tricks getting kicks out dicing at the players club
Though I know this big world’s left you lost confused
Wanna know the big scoop? We’re all scared to lose
But don’t wanna play pretend like you got the dirty girl blues
You see that playtime girl with the boys
Wishing you could be so cool
Thinking it’s control when to stay or go
Don’t you know she aint the running the show
That girl never gets what she wants
That girl never gets what she needs
But the penny only starts to drop
When she’s getting to her feet from her knees
That girl never gets what she wants
That girl never gets what she needs
But the penny only starts it’s little drop
When she’s getting to her feet from her knees
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2. |
Killing Time
04:11
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'Killing Time'
I’m killing time I’m killing time, got left out in the cold
I’m killing time I’m killing time, got left out in the cold
Shakes on the floor
Should be hotting up inside your bed
Beg me back to your party
Then you turn your little go go lights to red
See them queuing up to ride your merry go round
I can even see those dirty little faces now
I can even see those dirty little faces now
I can even see those dirty little faces now
Won’t you please turn on your fire
Been left out in the cold
Been left out in the cold
This aint a heartbreak
Just cherry faced coz you mugged me off
Searching 24 hours
Coz you gone and shut your late night doors
Only hear the screams from the boy on the scene
I can even see those dirty little faces now
I can even see those dirty little faces now
I can even see those dirty little faces now
You better go give me your fire
Before I burn you six foot down
I’m killing time I’m killing time, got left out in the cold
I’m killing time I’m killing time, got left out in the cold
I’m killing time I’m killing time, got left out in the cold
It’s killing time It’s killing time, gonna leave you cold
Just killing time
And the weather aint easy
Should be making loving time
Here I’m shaking on the floor arse freezing
I followed your string and that aint right
Well you won’t see it coming either baby now it’s time
It’s killing time, It’s killing time
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3. |
Round Our Way
03:13
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'Round Our Way'
Kids are waking up in towns they’ll live in till they die
Scared of different faces
Not you mate, you’re alright
You’re alright coz you think the same
And this is what it means living in my 21st century suburban neighbourhood
You know our youngest Charlie boy he got into a fight
Heard it was a gang of coloureds went and pulled a knife
He’s a lad, you know how lads play
Remember when our streets were safe, kids could roam and play around our neighbourhood
No they just can’t handle change
Nostalgia clouding once again
They only blame coz they’re afraid
Think everybody should be the same
Had a word with Mick the fish up the building site
You know Roy from the bookies, always boozing with black Mike
The Poles gone priced him out the game, such a shame
Who’s gonna feed the wife and kids, his granddad fought the blitz for this old neighbourhood
Well come on lads let’s have a beer and drink away here’s to our good old neighbourhood
This town we’ll live in till we die
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4. |
Polka Dot Girl
02:22
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'Polka Dot Girl'
She’s telling me it’s Primark
But I don’t mind at all
The way it hugs her sexy skin I tell the girl
“You’re gonna make me fall”
Oh because she’s my polka dot girl
She likes to keep her shoes on
When we’re dancing slow
Smiling as she drops her dress
On ma-ma-my bedroom floor
Oh because she’s my polka dot, ma-my polka dot, ma-ma-my polka dot, she’s my polka dot girl
The dance floor’s packed from the front to the back
K-kiss me now baby and don’t look back
Your hands in mine, I kiss your breath, maybe your name
I will never ever forget
Go hit me guitar ow yeah
Looking right into her eyes
She tells me I’m her one
Oh come on now girl, take a bow girl
Why d'ya have to go destroy what’s fun
Oh because she’s my polka dot girl
Go bleed your polka dots all over my face
Come bleed your polka dots all over my face
Just bleed your polka dots
Just bleed your polka dots
Come bleed your polka dot, pa-polka-dot pa-po-ow because she’s my polka dot, ma-my polka dot, ma-ma-my polka dot, she’s my polka dot girl
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5. |
Love on the Rocks
02:51
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'Love on the Rocks'
Going home never alone the type of girl you think you know
When it’s through who’s used up who, play the game girl not afraid to lose
Oh my girl, you know she can pick and choose
I take her love on the rocks, I take her love on the rocks
Just a dog go grab the lead, she’ll take only what she needs
Tip of my tongue tasting so sweet, in the morning kick me out to the street
Aint got time for bye bye baby blues
I take her love on the rocks, I take her love on the rocks
Morning sun slap my face, last nights mask long out of place
Think I caught a dose, those Sunday morning blues
I take her love on the rocks, I take her love on the rocks
I take her love on the rocks, I take her love on the rocks
I take her love on the rocks, I take her love on the rocks
I take her love
Oh it’s time to shake and move on, oh you gotta shake and move on
Just shake and move it on, oh you gotta shake and move on
It’s time to shake and move on, oh you gotta shake and move on
oh you gotta shake and move it on, oh baby just shake
I take her love, her love on the rocks
I take her love, her love on the rocks
I take her love, her love on the rocks
I take her love
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6. |
Honey Trap
04:34
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'Honey Trap'
This town aint big enough
For the three of us
And though I know I shouldn't play away so close to home
I fell into your honey trap
I should've jumped the hell back
This house is getting strained
Since you started up your games
The thrill is gone
Though I'm here I'm just nervously hanging on
I fell into your honey trap
Lord take me back
I've had about enough
Wasted all my lies up
I'm running out of luck
My lies are getting tied
A noose around my neck
Now I'm hung out to dry
You just laugh as you twist in the knife
Such a vindictive girl
Although your butter wouldn't melt
Lord knows what I'm to do
I got it all to lose
I shoulda seen through you
Seen that this was a honey trap
A honey trap
I should've jumped the hell back
Oh I should've run
But I got caught up
What have I gone and done
What have I got into
I'm the one with it all to lose
Should've told you we we're through
Now I'm running out of luck
Wasted my nine lives up
I just could not get enough
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7. |
Love is Dead
02:46
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'Love is Dead'
She wants to know if I’ll take her back
I wish I could I wish I could
But when it hit us we just cracked
Tore us apart it tore my heart out
Aint that a kick in the head like Dean said now that love is dead
Remember when we used to be friends
Down to the end down to the end
Started faking it to pretend
That we could last if we’d get past it
Now cut the thread red rag bull raging in my head
The whiskey bottle is running dry
I gotta find a new way to get high
Now that love is dead
Break
The whiskey bottle is running dry
Too many nights on the dice comes a price
Now that love is dead
Now love is dead, Now love is dead
Did you hear a word I said
Now love is dead, Now love is dead
Did you hear a word I said
Let’s break from this living hell
Now love is dead, Now love is dead
I wrote a letter my pen bled
Now love is dead, Now love is dead
Did you hear a word I said
Let’s break from this living hell
Now love is dead, Now love is dead
This living hell
Now love is dead, Now love is dead
This living hell
Let’s break from this living hell
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8. |
Twisted Kind of Bliss
02:55
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'Twisted Kind of Bliss'
That’s right baby now keep on walking on
Screaming your heart out it means nothing now
Running your mouth last bells are calling out
When you’re on the juice you just keep on talking on
You drive me up the wall
Girl you’re gonna be my death
When you’re out for war
You push me to the edge
But you got a way I can’t resist god aint this some twisted kind of bliss?
I’m sick and tired of running after you
One day you’re up the next you’re giving out the blues
I swear now god I must’ve paid out all my dues
You still tryna play that I don’t care for you
When I clearly do
You drive me up the wall
Girl you’re gonna be my death
When you’re out for war
You push me to the edge
But you got a way I can’t resist god aint this some twisted kind of bliss?
All I can do is wrong
Hear my silent sigh, when you’re putting that face on
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
I can’t stand it but I, I keep falling back to you
You drive me up the wall
Girl you’re gonna be my death
When you’re out for war
You push me to the edge
But you got a way I can’t resist god aint this some twisted kind of bliss?
Yeah you got a way I can’t resist I said god aint this some twisted kind of bliss?
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9. |
Knockout
04:20
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'Knockout'
I got your girlfriend lying in my bed
Aint she a knockout
About as good as it gets
That girl’s a knockout
Ooohhh she’s a wild one
Her hip leather whips like a shot from a gun
As my head hits the floor for the count for the knockout
Your girl’s tracing down my chest
But hands on lock-down
She’s nicotine I need a fix
I just can’t cut her out
Got the keys to the heavens
Satanico tease escape trick ‘fore I’m done
My head hit’s the floor for the count for the knockout
Her eyes lit up when I walked in the room
Sensed her bedevilment know you did too
How does it feel man it must turn you green
Knowing your pretty little city cowgirl is riding round town on me
Little rockabilly queen doll of the Dalston scene
Rocking tattoos wearing lucky 13
Drinking bourbon dressed in red
Wrapped pins tight in fishnets
Oh then she b-b-b-b-bites
I got your girlfriend lying in my bed
Oh what a woman
Left a tattoo up on my neck
As she draws my blood up
Man you can’t tame a wild one
You can’t please your girl sorry son when we’re done
Her head hits the floor for the count for the knockout
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10. |
Last Train Home
03:04
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'Last Train Home'
Come fall down, this concrete bed we’ll rest left seeing stars
Your hourglass shakes, morning’s breaking like a heart
Such a little joker, well this ones on me don’t recognise myself
It’s getting late, you turn your sarcastic face
We go chasing the last train home
Left praying won’t somebody save me from
Work in the morning I should’ve known
Coz every night I’m out with you
I’m always chasing the train home
I should’ve known better
Than playing games starting at your breakfast club
Well just fuck it now, might as well ride it out
We go chasing the last train home
Left praying for someone to save me from
Work in the morning I should’ve known
Coz every night I’m out with you
I’m always chasing that train home
I got your back when everything is through
Now listen little rudgegirl no telling what we’re gonna do
Coz this night is getting old but acting young, I’m feeling oh so young
Kidding like we’re gonna gonna gonna get on
We go chasing the last train home
We go chasing the last train home
We go chasing, we go chasing, we go chasing on
We go chasing the last train
All on the long road
All on the long road home
Kidding that we’re gonna gonna gonna get on
I gotta gotta gotta get on
Kidding that we ‘re gonna gonna gonna get on
Well I gotta get on the last train
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11. |
Bringing Back the Blues
02:52
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'Bringing Back the Blues'
People time to dance
We got moon and stars
Though I can’t hear bad penny shaking her curves in my penny jar
I keep grinding
Quench my lust
See my city rust
London town my love I’ll paint your face up with desert dust
Your soul’s been hiding
We’ve still been here grinding
I’m hearing “what the hell are you doing boys, the time for work is through”
I say “our time has just begun it’s why we’re bringing back the blues”
Never had time for the indie scene
£50 haircut, skinny jeans
Band geeks try’na tell you what is cool
Who are they to say that the blues are through?
Keep on wishing
Can’t see what they’re missing
Tommy’s time to cut them down
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
1,2,3,4
Come come take a look around
Condors burning up this town
Band geeks telling me what’s cool?
Our sound will blow away your crew
We’re Burning Condors baby
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Burning Condors UK
Fresh on the Net described Burning Condors' debut single ‘Honey Trap’ as “...dirty in a good way...” whilst God is in the TV hailed “...a howling haunted victim of love no more”. Joyzine was equally impressed, describing Burning Condors' sound as using “...a modern art punk filter to come up with something fresh and new. Imagine Nick Cave sipping whiskey with John Spencer in a Hoxton dive bar.” ... more
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