1. |
Hair
04:36
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You look more vulnerable
being blonde
You are jostled by the crowd
on the streets
You keep trying to avoid them
If you're drunk don't play it sober
If you're smart, well don't be loud
They push you out and let you fall
with your face down
Don't listen to the others
Don't listen to the fear
Ask yourself: does it matter?
It's just hair
You look more self-assured
being black
You say red, vibrant red
It never existed and you hate it
They're ignoring you
The'yre using you
They must know, they must know
Who you are
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2. |
Blonde
04:04
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If Marilyn Monroe were still alive now
she would have a TV show
beyond prime time
People would had left her somehow
they'd let her down gently
She'd be suffering badly
She, the ancient blonde
She's the queen of show
she's the queen of show
don't let her know
She's the queen of show
If Marilyn Monroe were still alive now
she would be scary as hell
she would be scared
Her body is a spine
Her smile is metal
Her stitches are sexy
Her golden curls
are not so flexible
The queen of show
She's the queen of show
Don't let her know
Just let her flow
Blondes
You are glorious
You're crawling in me
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Hey Dora, I’ll write a song for you
She said
'You totally should, yeah, you totally should'
Dora, she’s such a clever girl and
she’s gonna be famous or rather infamous
She dated a squirell, had a drink with a squid
she’s such a character
A Disney character
Poor soul, with flaunting ego
She didn’t know
The critical cult of Dora
Dora, here is the song for you
She said
'Oh God, It’s really happening, it’s really happening'
Dora, I truly fear for you
You didn’t realize
that one is not himself
He strangled the squirrel with shaking hands
he turns to you, you want to play
Don’t laugh, please don’t tease him
just walk away, walk away
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4. |
Lovely Girl
05:00
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She was so young
Too young for the first rum
She smoked every day with the guys
Played snooker in the pub
She wore miniskirts
And lovely tiny sandals
On her tiny little feet
Seeking material love
Playing full time drama on the street
She kissed girls then
she turned back to boys
turned ’em on and let them down
She was the best teaser bitch in the town
She’s a la la lovely girl
She’s got na na na nice hair
floating in the breeze
in the summer breeze
Oh so sweet
Playing hide and seek
She's a la la lovely girl
Too physical to me
Then she bought those black leather boots
Listened to Marilyn Manson
Yeah, it used to be tough
and she fell in love
Oh it hurt so bad
It wasn’t fancy enough
She was wild and corrupt
too lazy and fussy
Doll face, round breasts
She was the best daydream
Oh that lo-lo-lovely girl
her spirit hunts in the downtown
as she’s feeding her baby
in the gangland
She buried all the drama and the kisses
with her father
There’s no wildness in the breast
There’s no daydream, she was the last
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5. |
Dance For You
04:56
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I was a dancer
once in my life
but the ballet stopped spinning around
They killed me
left my body behind on the stage
That’s where you found me
you collected my parts
You really liked me
it restarted my heart
You put me together
You’re my little Frankenstein
It’s hard to remember
Those were miserable times
for you and for me
We lived different lives
You laid next to me
with your broken melodies around
You know I threw my shoes away
it doesn’t matter
I can dance for you
You know it makes me sad again
it doesn’t matter
I will dance for you
I look into your eyes
I see myself
What would I be without you
With no meaning no control
Now I know where my way starts
I’m so high above myself
with this rhythm inside my heart
I can dance for you
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6. |
Satisfaction
04:34
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Emotional frustration
With a metal cold vibration
Tiny cherry candy
Instead of wild sexuality
There’s no face to forget
So wipe away the sweat
Wipe away your makeup
There’s nothing to be scared of
Don’t you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a touch
Don’t you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a God
You need satisfaction
You need time to feel
You need satisfaction
Recover yourself
How do you describe the pain?
Is it your soul or just the flesh
Questions make you empty
And your faith became a mess
You and your psycho movies
A new imaginary friend
Sitting in your room with your ghosts
Your lover must be dead
You need satisfaction
Give me some expressions
I'm talking, I'm talking
so push me to the bed
or hit me in the mouth
I'm talking to you
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7. |
Right On
04:35
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Every morning on my way
there's a howl banging my ribs
I don't belong here
These are not my people
I'm surviving
then he comes to me
Swallow the poison
Don't you spit it out
Cause that's what the game is all about
You can cross my way
Gonna always sing my song
You can cross my way
Right on
Scratches down your throat
can't shout
you can't shout
Every morning on my way
there's a fog rising up to my brain
They're saying
it's okay, it's alright
then he comes to me
Cutting off my hands
Cutting out my tongue
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8. |
Change Me
04:10
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I won’t be someone else
This used to be my phrase
that was my crippled excuse
to get off the chase
They always came to me
and I always ran away
Change my heart to yours
Don’t let me pass away
Put your wings on my back
Make me fly
Make me stay
I lay my preconceptions
In your gentle hands
Give me new principles
Give me demands
I will want you
I try to follow you
I will want it
I will try
to be
not alone
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9. |
Down Again
05:32
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I look into your face
you big blonde lie
Is this a game
or some wise advice
I can’t understand
Mankind has wings
As a child had said
before we met
and yes I was diving
in your holy darkness
Looking for a girl like me but
looking for the one who's achieved
the dreams I have lost
And I’ve flought
you know it right
You broke me down
I’m hurting everyone with pretty lies
it’s raining back on me
and I deserve the pain
if truth is satisfied that way
It’s your turn now to stab me
See, I dropped my weapons
and dropped my pride for you
Here I stand, loose and bare
so why don’t you just
take me down again
I lied, I killed
many hopes
Borders I broke
are screaming in space
I’m telling you
sitting in this room
my meaning disappears
I’m just talking and talking
and I don’t wanna see your blank face
without an answer
cause I met deamons and dated monsters
but I've never seen a freak like you
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10. |
The Burial Party
03:38
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What happens to the body?
What happens to the body here?
Just conceal me decently
Let the children dig a hole
let them laugh, let them play
let them sing, let them sway
I don't need your tears now
There's no need for ceremony
Just play this song and sing with me
I hear you saying
'that's not the way it works'
but what do you know?
No one knows
Just brush away the dirt from my face
leave me some dignity
come on and sing with me
What happens to the body?
What happens to the body here?
Play this song and sing with me
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Black Nail Cabaret Tatabánya, Hungary
Black Nail Cabaret is a dark pop duo from Hungary. Formed in 2008, the group consists of Emese Arvai-Illes (vocals) and Krisztian Arvai (keyboards).
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