1. |
Dallas Is Far From Here
03:14
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This is a trip on the highway
The horizon is so beautiful
My beard stinks like your hair
We both dirty well this is fair
The first time I saw her
I knew she could Rock N' Roll
One way or another
Tonight baby we roll
We bid farewell...cuz'
You’ll never be back baby
Dallas is far from here
People laugh at us when we say
Do you think life is far from here?
We'll make fun of them
Cause they'll never understand
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2. |
Who Needs Money?
02:42
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Oh save my life
Save me from the vice
Save my life at any price.. price.. price
Please babe time is running out
Nothing’s like the taste of your dirty mouth
Do you remember where we met for the first time?
The room of our childhood
Where we were feeling just fine
No need for a house
No need for a job
No need for a ride..ride..ride
My bank account is empty
Who needs money?
Who needs...
Who needs money?
I know someday I’ll be eyes closed on my deathbed
Wondering of some better days
I know I’ll be soon burning in hell
For turning my back on your pretty face
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3. |
Honeymoon Blues
03:14
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Oh yeah
So you think you can kick me out of our room
And punch me in the face on our honeymoon
Whatever you do I’ll come back to you
Me and my blues
Whatever you do I’ll come back for you
Me and my blues
Come back to you
Come back for you
Oh baby please get in the car
You can’t forget all the road we made so far!
Whatever you do I’ll come back for boose
Me and my blues
Whatever you do I know what I choose
You or my blues
You or my boose
Just let me choose
You and my blues
Me and my blues
You or my boose
Just let me choose
You and my blues
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4. |
Rock With Billy
04:03
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He ain't no doctor, he ain't no scientist
But he played more songs than the jukebox's list
Everybody in town can tell you about Billy
I can tell you that he's even more than a pretty damn good daddy to me
Up in the townships
He builds strange things to kill time
Plenty of time, plenty of things to ignore
Drinking strong whisky, playin' his old guitar
Saturday nights, house full of sounds
The only worthy thing in this sad town
Never up front, always shaking ground
Have a talk with him, he'll turn you upside-down
By his front door, he's waving goodbye
He is our father
His presence will sing forever in our minds
Saturday nights, house full of sounds
The only worthy thing in this sad town
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5. |
Blinded By Moonshine
03:57
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I’m standing alone at the corner of an empty boulevard
Blinded by Moonshine, my childhood in mind
I was born in the boose and the NASCAR
My mommy never thought I could go so far
Now I’m singing you the story of a hundred hangovers
And a terrible lover
We are, we are forever
We are, we are lovers
Lovers in the sunrise
I remember every single sip
Of that cheap ass Whisky
I remember every drag
Of these cheap ass cigarettes
My throat is dry
The sun on my face
I'm all in a sweat
Blinded by moonshine
I'm still going blind..
I am lying on the concrete
Remembering old memories
Listening to every heartbeat
Of these forgotten cities
It hurts my lungs
It hurts my liver
But I swear I've never felt so alive
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6. |
Barefoot
01:29
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'Instrumental'
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7. |
Abandoned Townships
03:34
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From where I stand
I can hear downtown's frenzy
From where I stand
I can listen to the meadow's melody
From where I stand...
People here just come and go
Looking for something they'll never find
At night, men are looking for a cheap strip
To forget their lives in the abandoned townships
Forget their sad lives
From where I stand
I see enslaved zombies
Enjoying the unreal
Until the cemetery
From where I stand...
People here just come and go
Looking for something they'll never find
At night, men are looking for a cheap strip
To forget their lives in the abandoned townships
The old Jimmy's truck is rumbling
But no one is listening
I heard he shot himself last winter
And I know the town pulled the trigger
People here just come and go
Looking for something they'll never find
At night, men are looking for a cheap strip
To forget their lives... their sad sad lives
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8. |
Young And Cruel
03:16
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We’re driving our bikes
In the small city of loneliness
With friends by my side
We we’re young and cruel
Why do people never feel bad
For the wrong things they did
To the people who don’t deserve it
I just think they we’re young and cruel
Oh please don’t think we knew
How painful were these words
We thought we acted like men
But we were nothing but kids
We thought we acted like men
But we were nothing but kids
Driving my bike down the street
My mind is filled with fear
Oh Lord tell me
What have I done
Oh no they didn't deserve it
What have I done?
At first it was hard to admit
Now I've grown ashamed and on the run.
Driving my bike down the street
My mind is filled with fear
Oh Lord please tell me
What I have done
Oh please don’t think we knew
How painful were these words
We thought we acted like men
But we were nothing but kids
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When do I started getting old?
Twenty crazy years just passed
My baby, she thinks she’s misunderstood
I’d die just to hear ‘’everything is good’’
From my window I see, i see the rain
Where is the sun to heal, to heal my pain?
Soon she will be far gone
Please stop being on the run
I’m still looking for a star
Shooting right from your eye
A cloud of mystery floating on your face
I’m out of ways to end your race
From my window I see, i see the rain
Where is the sun to heal, to heal my pain
Soon she will be far gone
Please stop being on the run
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10. |
10th Line Slice Of Life
02:36
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When I was a just a little boy
I discovered a passion
School wasn't for me, oh no
I used to be always wasted at the party
After thirteen years of running in circles
I finally lighted the fire in me
Months pass but always last
The summer is timed out
With a bunch of folks playing all these dirty notes
And me giving the beat oh so fast
We will never forget
What happened at the 10th Line
This place is not just mine
It’s the heart of plenty young bastards
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11. |
We Are Alive
04:25
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Even if I'm sick
Even if I'm tired
Even if the world keeps pushing me down
I know you help me get through every...
Every single seasons of my life
I used to be so scared of everything you mean to me
Now we're walking the world side by side
Don't you remember seeing me as a stranger
Don't you remember the night we could finally say: We are alive
Seasons will always be and until we die we'll always see
These weathers in our hearts that tears us apart
Reminds us that we are alive
Even if I'm sick
Even if I'm tired
Even if the world keeps pushing me down
We break these chains
And we're never ever heading back home again
The sun is warming my heart
Dress to the wind, you kill the dark
Seasons will always be and until we die we'll always see
These weathers in our hearts that tears us apart
Reminds us that we are alive
Even if I'm sick
Even if I'm tired
Even if the world keeps pushing me down
We break these chains
And we're never ever heading back home again
Whatever happens next
I'm sure is for the best
I'm ready to make a mess
Building something out of trust
With many years behind us
Until our bones turn to dust
Seasons will always be and until we die we'll always see
These weathers in our hearts that tears us apart
Reminds us that we are alive
Even if I'm sick
Even if I'm tired
Even if the world keeps pushing me down
We break these chains
And we're never ever heading back home again
So listen carefully while I'm singing our history
This is my last refrain
Cause we've never ever heading back home again
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The Moe's River Sherbrooke, Québec
The Moe's River propose a melt of 70'-80's rock with a touch of modern metal/hardcore. Based in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada, they are releasing their debut full lenght album ''Abandoned Townships'' on November 15th 2014. Made for those who believe in real instruments and real musicians. ... more
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