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Kettle of Fish 88-98

13 mp3 sur 64,9 Mo : 1h, 10'51''

Type Sortie Acquisition
CD Compile + CD Rom 1998 20.04.1999
Big Wedge   05:19 
Just good friends    With Sam Brown   05:48 
Brother 52     06:06 
Chasing miss Pretty   04:53 
Credo     06:41 
A gentleman's excuse me     04:19 
Goldfish & clowns   06:38 
Lady let it lie     04:12 
Lucky     04:58 
State of mind   04:46 
Mr Buttons   04:36 
Fortunes of War     07:54 
Internal Exile     04:41 


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Big Wedge 05:19
I found a new religion yesterday

I'd just cleared immigration JFK
A priest got in a cadillac
The shoe shine boy sang gospel
As God and his accountants drove away
You'll see him coast to coast on live TV
In a stadium rocked by Satan just the night before
The collection from the faithful it is tax free
It'll pay for his presidential campaign and his yacht

And we all bow down, we bow down to the big wedge
And we'll buy ourselves some heaven on earth
We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

A surgeon checks your plastic on the phone
A Casio concerto entertains you while you hold
Your credit rating's good for a Madonna or a Bardot
A Dali or a Picasso for his wall.

You're looking good, you're looking good with big wedge
Are you holding back tomorrow for today?
They're driving in, driving in the big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?

You'll sell the ground beneath your feet
You'll sell your oil, you'll sell your trees
Your ideals and integrity, your culture and your history
Your children into slavery to labour in their factories
Your mother and your family
You'll sell the world eventually
The IMF and CIA; there's just no difference they're all the same
It all depends on what's your point of view

America, America the big wedge
And they're buying your tomorrow up today
With promises the promises of big wedge
And they'll break them like your hearts another day
When you find out that you've left it just too late
And you find that you're the only one to blame
That you sold out your tomorrow yesterday for Big Wedge
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Just good friends 05:48
With Sam Brown
There's something I want to ask you

Before it's too late
It's been on my mind since the first time we met
It scares me now more, now there's more at stake
It seems we're so close yet so far away

Could you turn me down gently
Would I be out of order
If I declared my true feelings
Or do I act out the part
Of the father confessor of the shoulder to cry on
We're always so close yet so far away

What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me?
Would you stand in line?
What would you do if I opened my heart to you?
Would I just be another who's wasting his time?
Darling are we just good friends?

Do I really need to ask you
I'm sure that you know by now
Do we just play a game where we try to pretend
That all that's between us is all that's between us
And all we can rely on is being just good friends

What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me?
Would you stand in line?
What would you do if I opened my heart to you?
Would I just be another who's wasting his time?
Darling are we just good friends?

So are we left to chance meetings?
Is that all we can depend on?
Resigned to raise glasses in anonymous cafes
Reciting our failures as if we needed that proof or regret
Over what might have and what should have been
Darling, are we just good friends?

What would you do if I got down on my knees to you?
Would you hold it against me?
Would you stand me in line?
What would you do if I opened up my heart to you?
Would I just be another who's wasting his time?
Are we just good friends,
Tell me, darling are we just good friends?
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Brother 52 06:06
Doc: "Tattoo Shop"

Fish: "Hi Doc"
Doc: "Hey Fish, what are you doin'?"
Fish: "If you don't mind, we're gonna record this. Is that cool?"
Doc: "Oh that's cooler 'n hell. Hell yeah, 52's biggest dream man.
You know his biggest dream was, me and him go party with you."

On the trail of torn-out twisters, two angels on a mission came
Dust devils danced before them in the path of the hurricane.
On the road to Oklahoma, through the flatlands from L.A.
From the shadows in the valley, from a country where the lizards play.
While they drove they kept the radio on, why don't you singalong, singalong, singalong.

Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
Tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo Brother 52
I don't think so.

A man stands behind his shadow, a man stands behind his words.
These men are together with family to defend their rights in another man's world.
Most people stood against them, most people disagreed
With the need for all those weapons in our safe, secure society.
Paint the words and the pictures on another man's skin
We are lover, warrior, magician kings.


Doc:"Fuckin' brilliant, man. OK, here's what happened.
52 barred the door shut from the inside. A gunfight started on the front porch.
52 shot back.
You know...they come into his home with it, so he's protecting himself.
The guy inside the house blew his brains out. Yeah, they made it look like he killed himself.
But, no one believes he would, 'cause he's not that kind of man.
That's all, I think, he wasn't afraid of death. You know, he believed in something to die for, that's what he did."

Some say he had it coming, others say he was sole to blame
But who says they've got the rights if any at all to blow the brothers away.
A man got a right to wonder, a man got a right to dream,
Without looking over his shoulder to choose the manner of the life he leads.
One man's thoughts on another man's skin
We are lover, warrior, magician kings.

Doc: "What they have done, was they've come in and murdered him, for his bombs and his ammunition.
Just like that Waco Texas or any of these other things, over here in the United States.
Anybody that's stockpiling firearms and ammunitions is a threat to the government, so the government wages war against us.
They tortured him, he went out but I'm sure he stood up like he was supposed to, you know?
They smashed all the rings shut on his fingers with a hammer.
It was all an orchestrated plan, man.
The more.. the closer I was getting to it.. to the truth, the more they got everybody looking at me as being the guy that pulled the trigger.
And what they did when they killed 52, is they broke the whole family up.
That's exactly what they wanted to do.
They wanted to break all of us up."
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Chasing miss Pretty 04:53
First of all I caught her reflection in the window of the pharmacy store,

There I was locked up in my pick-up in the rush hour on the Delaware road
It must have been the scent of her perfume or the glimpse of that French loungerie
a product of my imagination, I blame it all on a hot Summers day
blame it all on a hot Summers day, Chasing Miss Pretty

Chasing Miss Pretty

I turned up the air-conditioning, nothing's gonna cool me down,
I stared through the steamed up window and watched her glide away cross town,
I couldn't let this vision escape me, couldn't let her get too far out my reach,
I was throwing my life in the gutter along with the pick-up keys,
Along with the pick-up keys, Chasing Miss Pretty

Chasing Miss Pretty

I tell myself that this can't be happening, I promised myself never again,
But when the chips are down and the lights go out I'm back here again,

Chasing Miss Pretty

I'll promise her undying affection, promise everlasting love
I'll buy her a ring for her finger , for this angel sent from Heaven above,
The problem is I can't seem to find her, it looks as if my true love is lost,
I'm standing alone with my heartache as my Lady went and boarded the bus,
My Lady's gone and boarded the bus, Chasing Miss Pretty, Chasing Miss Pretty,

Chasing Miss Pretty

I've got to get me a Doctor, I gotta get me some pills, I need a real cold shower,
I got to get my eyes off these girls, Got to get my eyes of these girls,
I got to get my eyes off these girls, these girls, these girls, these girls,

Chasing Miss Pretty
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Credo 06:41
I watch the TV every night

I stay awake by satellite
I hope and pray the nightmares
Stay away today

An oily shroud on a coral reef
A black cloud's hanging over me
When I hit on the remote
The programmes stay the same
Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo

An assegai slick with sweat and blood
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog
A shallow grave hugs a highway
Beneath a bleaching sun

Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me

When cancer sucks a young girl's breast
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away one day

Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me

A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd
To close a crowded circle round a brazier's light
A man becomes a mountain in the falling snow
A mother screams and a baby cries
The memory gone before the blood has dried
A needle pricks the conscience
To help it fade away

Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me

The more you scream, the less you hear
Or that's how it used to be
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days
The open lips of an alter boy
A planet spins in a silent void
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days

Credo, Credo, Credo, Credo
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin', it don't mean nothin' to me
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A gentleman's excuse me 04:19
Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace

Taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?
Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles
Safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill?
Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer
To anyone who'll listen is that a story you still tell?
You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction
Can't you see it's hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say?

It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take one step to the side
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?
For every one step forward we're taking two steps back
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?

I know you still like old fashioned waltzes
Your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with as you glide across the floor
But if I told you the music's over would you want to hear
That your dance card is empty that there's no-one really there?
Do you still believe in Santa Claus, that there's a millionaire
Looking for your front door with a key to a life that you'd never understand?
All I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given
You'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say

It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take one step to the side
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?
For every one step forward I'm taking two steps back
Can you get it inside your head that from this one step forward
There's no turning back?
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?
We're finished dancing
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Goldfish & clowns 06:38
There are vampires in the park Mawgojzeta 

But I only hear the sound of dancing bears
They're shooting stars in Warsaw Mawgojzeta
Mawgojzeta do you care?

Do you believe that anything that I could say would sort your life out?
What's the difference?
Could you trust anybody with your heart except yourself?
What's the difference?

Between sunsets and dawn, kings, queens and pawns, goldfish and clowns.
Between what's right and wrong can a love still grow strong
What's the difference?

There are werewolves in these streets Mawgojzeta
But you only hear me howling at the moon
There's betrayals in the Tarot Mawgojzeta is it me, or is it you?

Do you believe that everything I say is really true?
Well, what's the difference?
Don't you think everything's against us, that there's much too much to lose
Well, what's the difference?

Could you see everything I should have been and everything I could be
What's the difference, between sunsets and dawn, kings, queens and pawns, gold fish and clowns?
Between what's right and wrong can a love still grow strong
What's the difference?
What is the difference?

There are vampires in the park Mawgojzeta
But I only hear the sound of dancing bears
They're shooting stars in Warsaw Mawgojzeta, Mawgojzeta do you care?
I know you believe that everything will work out alright, what's the difference?
But is it a love or this a life I need?
That's the difference

Between sunsets and dawn, kings, queens and pawns
What's the difference?
Between goldfish and clowns can a love still be found
Well, what's the difference? What is the difference?
Between playing away and playing at home
Well, what's the difference? What is the difference?
What is the difference?
That's the difference, that's the difference that is between sunsets and dawns
Kings, queens and pawns, goldfish and clowns
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Lady let it lie 04:12
u should have listened to what your mother said

You should have listened to what your father told you to do
But you always did just what you always wanted to do
Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage
And for half your life you were wishing you were half your age
Lady let it lie

It's hard putting down family roots when you're living in
A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling stone
And you squeezed me hard for the white collar dream
But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me
Lady let it lie

All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more

They once said I was a rising star declaring me a bright contender
When it all worked out I was just a pretender
I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied
But why you got to take it out on a guy that tried

All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more

But surely there's something left, something worth fighting for
Something out of all this mess that's worth building on
Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one more try
Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die

All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys
I don't want to be me no more
All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world
I don't want to be me no more
I don't want to be me no more
Me no more
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Lucky 04:58
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy

Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well-oiled cage
That locked away his dreams
An '85 veteran face from the gallery
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picket line
'Til all that he was left with
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear
For the very first time
When the government they took his job away.
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive.

He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky

He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels.
See him sweating on the dance floor
Coal dust oozing out of every pore
A hard man with a hard life
And that's a story that he'll tell you
Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and
The tempers with their colours fade away.

He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky

On the helipads at Aberdeen
Bound for platforms drilling oil-rich seas
Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates
In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies grow
Behind the Hampden roar
Behind the drums in Genoa
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell
Born to fight out of the tightest corner
You can bet on him with the odds against you
They'll not put him down
No matter how they try

He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
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State of mind 04:46
I don't trust the government, I don't trust alternatives

It's not that I'm paranoid, it's just thats the way it is
Every day I hear a little scream inside
Every day I find it's getting louder
I just want to reach out and touch someone
'Cause I find I need a friend in this dark hour

We the people are gettin' tired of your lies
We the people now believe that it's time
We're demanding our rights to the answers
We elect a precedent to a state of mind

I trust in conspiracies, in the power of the military
In this wilderness of mirrors here, not even my speech is free
Every day I hear a little scream inside
Everyday I find it's gettin' louder
I just want to reach out and touch someone
'Cause I find I need a friend in this dark hour

We the people want it straight for a change
'Cause we the people are getting tired of your games
If you insult us with cheap propaganda
We'll elect a precedent to a state of mind

Every day I hear a little scream inside
Every day I find it's getting louder
I just want to reach out and touch someone
'Cause I find I need a friend in this dark hour

When we the people have our backs to the wall
Do we the people then assume control?
When it's too late to stop our own execution
When we're faced with the final solution
You can't elect a dream revolution
When you've a bullet in the back of your mind

It's just a state of mind
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Mr Buttons 04:36
He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for foreign PC's 

At night deep in his hideaway, steals out of the monitor screen
Looking good Mr Buttons, so you should Mr Buttons

He don't have respect for authority, makes shadows in a rich man's world
back doors are always available, no one ever gets hurt or killed
just a game Mr Buttons, feel no shame Mr Buttons

Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money's gone
Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail
A surfing highwayman making out the best he can

Watch your back Mr Buttons, on your tracks Mr Buttons
Watch your tail Mr Buttons, on your trail Mr Buttons.

He went down state penitentiary, locked him up threw away the key
In time they gave him the library, access to the new PC
Back on line Mr Buttons, doing fine Mr Buttons

Simple break and entry, he never hangs about too long, in and out the money's gone
Always masks his exit, the systems always fail, he never leaves a trail
Holding up the Planet, a surfing Highwayman, making out the best he can
That's Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons

Holding up the planet, a surfing highwayman, moving money just for fun
Oh Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons, Mr Buttons
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Fortunes of War 07:54
Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo

With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls
Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping cavalry
Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees
Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade

And the children dream of glory and fortunes of war
Safe in bed with stories of fortunes of war, fortunes of war

As the sun sets low on these playing fields
An army returns bearing swords and shields
Dustbin lids and raspberry canes.
They'll live to fight another day
For warrior's medals - milk bottle tops
Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths
Bright colours run in the summer rain

Sometimes when they fall they will pretend
That their hankie is a bandage to stop the bleeding
And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields
There's bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war

I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium
Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
Through the jitterbug steps of the night before,
I followed him down to the church parade
Where he makes his peace every armistice day
I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain

For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend
That the hankie is a bandage they can't stop the bleeding
They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields
With bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war
While their children dream of glory and fortunes of war
Safe in bed with stories and fortunes of war
Of uniforms and glory, fortunes of war, fortunes of war
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Internal Exile 04:41
I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Gardens

Heading out west for the Lothian Road
An Evening News stuffed deep in his pocket
Wrapped up in his problems to keep away the cold
Grierson's spirit haunts the dockyards
Where the only men working are on
Documentary crews
Shooting film as the lines get longer
As the seams run out, as the oil runs dry

Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?

Starlings wheeling round Georgian spires
And the fires of Grangemouth burn the skies
A lion sleeps in a tenement close
In a country that's tired and deaf to his roar

Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?

They bury a wasteland deep in the wilderness
Poison the soil and reap the harvest
Of blind indifference, greed and apathy
Sowed way back in our history
The fish are few the harbours empty
The keels now rot on our oil-slicked shores
The sheep are gone, the farms deserted
We're out of sight and we're out of mind

Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?

Like our fathers before us
We've eyes for America
Dream of a new life on foreign shores
But wherever we go, we'll always know
That the land we stand on, is never our own

Hey there laddie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
Hey there lassie, Internal Exile
When will you realise we've got to let go?
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