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That's How I Roll
04:34
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Going for a drive in my automobile
It feels really good behind the wheel
Dropping down to third, going up the hill
No more worries just five star thrills
Then it happens again: the devil appears
He approaches fast coming up my rear
Driving on my tail, driving ‘round the bends
He wants me dead, the red mist descends
That’s how they rock me
That’s how they roll
Crazy motherfuckers out of control
That’s how they rock you
That’s how they roll
Life is their racetrack and you’re just a tool
Well Mr Beemer, meet Mr Bat
Now you say you’re sorry for being such a twat
But it’s too late now it’s tit for tat
Your pointless existence reduced to a splat
That’s how I rock them
That’s how I roll
Just another motherfucker out of control
That’s how I rock them
That’s how I roll
Alone in my cage consumed with this rage
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Running with Scissors
03:33
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Green has turned to grey now, all the butterflies are gone
Everyone has left this place, I am all alone
The cockroach and the crow, it’s their world now
Said goodbye to forests, said goodbye to snow
Hard to say exactly when it all went wrong
We were running with scissors for far too long
“Make America Great Again” became our final song
As we scrambled for the exits in the Great Extinction throng
The billionaires all departed in their lifeboats to Mars
Left their bunkers in the desert and set off for the stars
They looked so cool at Canaveral, good luck to them
Five years in space it will be the same shit again
Forgive me if I decline all invitations to connect
What’s the point when the whole place is wrecked?
Too many lessons we refused to learn
So I wear my welding goggles and I watch it burn
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Jim the Priest
06:09
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His makeup applied, the stage is set
The crowd is dancing, his palms are wet
There’s singing in tongues, there’s fainting and stuff
Glory to Jesus – the best show yet
His sermon is clear, his message is bold
Your destiny in the Scriptures foretold
Jehovah is calling, it’s time to repent
He punches the air, he gives 100 per cent
Oh happy day! Oh happy day!
When Jim the Priest came to pray
He makes the lame to walk and the dumb to talk
He’s on a roll to save your soul
And now the grand finale comes
An open invitation to
Bring your lame, bring your sick
Jim’s healing hands will do the trick
A mother carries a girl in her arms
She weeps and lays her at his feet
She died from a fever but Jim is calm
Pray with me, he quotes from the Psalm:
Yea though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of Death I will fear no evil:
for thou art with me;
thy rod and staff they comfort me.
The crowd is anxious, Jim touches the girl
She coughs, she stirs, and then she speaks
A miracle! they shout. The crowd goes wild:
A grateful mother cuddles her child.
Oh happy day! Oh happy day!
When Jim the Priest came to pray
He makes the lame to walk and the dead to rise
He can see through every devil’s disguise
Jim raises his hands to the roof and says:
Hallelujah! This girl has been raised from the dead
Who will join me in giving thanks?
Who will worship the Ghost with the most?
God makes the dead to rise and the lame to walk
The deaf to hear and the dumb to talk
I am his prophet, as you can see
You can give me your worries and bank on me
The stewards are coming around with bowls
Put your money in there if you value your souls
Then rejoice in the Lord that your debt has been sold
We take cashiers check and cash and gold
Oh happy day! Oh happy day!
When Jim the Priest came to pray
He makes the lame to walk and the dumb to talk
He’s on a roll to save your soul
The bowls are full, the crowd departs
With songs on their lips and joy in their hearts
Their questions are answered, their minds are at rest
They know that Jim is the best of the best
In the dressing room later the mask comes off
Madonna and child are paid in cash
For special favours and their roles in the play
Another grand performance, another good day.
Oh happy day! Oh happy day!
When Jim the Priest came to pray
He makes the lame to walk and the dumb to talk
He’s on a roll to save your soul
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4. |
Still Chasing Windmills
05:47
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My latest failure was classic me
Shooting for the moon
I fancied myself a singer
But I sang out of tune
So here I am bruised and battered
I missed the things that really mattered
I’ve used eight of my nine lives
It’s a wonder I even survived
I’m a lover and a fighter, I’m a rolling stone
I’m a hopeless romantic who always ends up alone
I’m not living my best life over here
Waiting for the great shaft of light to appear
Too old for regrets, too old for tears
Still chasing windmills after all these years
So many times I’ve broken my lance
This might be my final chance
I still have something to give
But what could it be?
My lungs and my liver have started to fail
My bad cholesterol is off the scale
The days and nights are closing in
Yet I don’t know where to begin
I’m a lover and a ighter, I’m a rolling stone
I’m a hopeless romantic who always ends up alone
I’m not living my best life over here
Waiting for the great shaft of light to appear
Too old for regrets, too old for tears
Still chasing windmills after all these years
My reserves are low, my horse is knackered
As I set off on my quest
To find my heart’s companion
On the Isles of the Blessed
In the dark hours I start to wonder
Before I go to the great blue yonder
Was it worth all the trouble and strife?
And what have I done with my life?
But I still have a dream I’ll come good one day, and the people will say:
Good old Quick Shot, the fearless romantic who always rode out alone
He always lived his best life, saving the world
Fighting with demons when the dark clouds swirled
He shot the moon, he braved his fears
Tilting at windmills all those years
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Dark Soul Safari London, UK
Adriaan van Heerden grew up in a small town in the Eastern Cape, South Africa.
Coming from a musical family, Adriaan took lessons in several instruments and composed music from an early age.
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