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Skinny Jimmy
01:53
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Skinny Jimmy's on the phone with his connection for a loan
He's looking for some leverage, make 'em leave him alone
He says, - "All I'm gonna need is maybe a week"
I hear Jimmy making promises I know he can't keep
He's got a steady clientele there's no decline in sales
It's a sliding scale but he's doing pretty well
But he's pushing fifty-five, he's no longer running wild
Yeah, he's set in his ways, now he's running out of time
There's a new presence on the block, yeah bombs are going off
It's the closest thing to war and it's around the clock
And the cops are coming off like nothing but clowns
They're just looking like they're shocked, they're just standing around
And Jimmy's in the middle, his nerves are brittle
There used to be a time when he would shoot to kill, yeah
There used to be a time when he would grab 'em by the neck
Snap 'em like twigs, leave 'em all dead
Now, every little thief in the city want a piece
And everybody thinks they got an ace up their sleeve
It's a picture in your mind of a Caribbean island
It's make a big break, shot dead or do time
And Jimmy's been around, he knows it's coming soon
Now Jimmy's cradling a pistol in a pitch black room
It's like you can't run forever, sometime you'll run out
of all the piss and vinegar that used to run this town
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2. |
Slow Burn
03:43
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I ain't in a hurry
I'm taking my time
You don't have to worry
Everything will be fine
But love is
A slow burn
It gets stronger with time
A rush of emotions
The pull of desire
In the heat of the moment
We burned like a fire
But love is
A slow burn
It gets stronger with time
You're my stone cold lover
You can stand in the fire
But you run for cover
When the flames get higher
But love is
A slow burn
It gets stronger with time
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3. |
Who Can You Trust
01:52
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Johnny got a job and put his hands in the dirt
Started climbing up the ranks because the boss liked his work
Introduced him to the Mrs. who turned out to be a flirt
Making eyes at little Johnny, soon they met up after work
The doorman saw his chance and took it, to improve his luck
Made a call and in the morning Johnny cussed, he said
Who can you trust
Yeah, who can you trust
When even your friends talk a little too much
I'm in this wicked world but I'm all out of touch, he said
Who can you trust
The boss held a grudge and he had friends higher up
So they brought him up on fabricated charges 'fore the judge
Yeah every bit of evidence was swept under the rug
Then the funds they claimed were stolen all mysteriously turned up
In an over-seas account and when the news blew up
They let Johnny out and with a bitter touch, he said
Who can you trust
Yeah, who can you trust
When even your friends talk a little too much
I'm in this wicked world but I'm all out of touch, he said
Who can you trust
In a seedy little place, the only kind he can afford
In the dog days of summer there's a knock on Johnny's door
It's an old familiar face and soon a plan was taking shape
She'd seen a whole heap of money left there locked up in a safe
- The doorman's now the boss, the one who dropped the dime on us
We'll get him back and teach 'em all a lesson on just...
Who can you trust
Yeah, who can you trust
When even your friends talk a little too much
I'm in this wicked world but I'm all out of touch, he said
Early in the morning and according to plan
When Johnny's got the money they'll just hop in the van
The Mrs. got the wheel, got a pistol in her pocket
But as soon as she got the loot she just took off like a rocket
Put a call in to the cops and left him there in the dust
Just ten weeks out of jail they put him back on the bus
Who can you trust
Yeah, who can you trust
When even your friends talk a little too much
I'm in this wicked world but I'm all out of touch, he said
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4. |
Pinned-On Angel Wings
03:17
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Yeah I can tell that you're the devil, babe
Not from the things that you said
Yeah I can tell that you're the devil, babe
Not from the things that you said
Not from the pitchfork that you're totin' 'round
From the horns on your head
My eyes are burning from the venom, babe
That you're spewing out
My eyes are burning from the venom, babe
That you're spewing out
It's pure fire and brimstone honey
Everytime you open your mouth
You wear your halo kind of slanted and your tail tucked in
You wear your halo kind of slanted and your tail tucked in
Yeah, who do you think you're foolin' with those pinned-on angel wings
You wear your halo kind of slanted and your tail tucked in
You wear your halo kind of slanted and your tail tucked in
Yeah, who do you think you're foolin' with those pinned-on angel wings
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5. |
Black Cat In The Alley
02:07
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Black cat in the alley and he's blocking the way
Black cat in the alley, blocking the way
I was on my way home, baby, now I reckon I'll stay
Black cat in the alley when I look through the shades
Black cat in the alley when I look through the shades
He's been out there all night and now it's closer to day
Let me grab my hat and shoes, and I'll go out the back door instead
Let me grab my hat and shoes, and I'll go out the back door instead
When I got down the road I saw a black cat blocking the way
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6. |
A Double Life
03:29
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Well, you must got a lot of time to lead a double life
You must got a lot of time to lead a double life
I don't know how you do it
How you keep up with all the lies
You got a wife at home, you got one 'cross town
and two litter of kids out there runnin' around
You must got a lot of time to lead a double life
I don't know how you do it
How you keep up with all the lies
Well, you jump out of bed to hop a jet airplane
Instead you hit the street with an empty briefcase
You must got a lot of time to lead a double life
I don't know how you do it
How you keep up with all the lies
Well, meet the mistress on the corner 'bout twelve a clock
Back home in bed before the sun comes up
You must got a lot of time to lead a double life
I don't know how you do it
How you keep up with all the lies
I work seven days a week, man, I barely get to sleep
I'm busy all the time just keeping the peace
You must got a lot of time to lead a double life
I don't know how you do it
How you keep up with all the lies
Oh, you must got a lot of time to lead a double life
You must got a lot of time to lead a double life
I don't know how you do it
How you keep up with all the lies
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Well, after fifteen years I finally called her today
It's been fifteen years and she still had nothin' to say
Well, I guess that's a lot of tears I could have spared myself
Old friends are best forgotten
Left out too long anything will go rotten
Old friends are best forgotten
I've been a sentimental fool but I hit rock bottom
So take pleasure in your friends, in your pals if you got 'em
But old friends are best forgotten
Well, you been gone long and I guess I've missed you a lot
Yeah, you been gone long and I guess I've missed you a lot
You said, -Glad you called but I got no time to talk
Old friends are best forgotten
Left out too long anything will go rotten
Old friends are best forgotten
I've been a sentimental fool but I hit rock bottom
So take pleasure in your friends, in your pals if you got 'em
But old friends are best forgotten
Well, you can look back all you want but those days are gone
Yeah, look back all you want but those days are gone
And then you'll finally see, you're the only one that hasn't moved on
Old friends are best forgotten
Left out too long anything will go rotten
Old friends are best forgotten
I've been a sentimental fool but I hit rock bottom
So take pleasure in your friends, in your pals if you got 'em
But old friends are best forgotten
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Wallin-Jison Sweden
Wallin-Jison is Christian Wallin (vocals, guitar) and Lasse Jison Johansson (bass). The music is rootsy blues- and country influenced rock with a steady beat and lyrics that tell a story. It is music boiled down to the essentials!
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