1. |
Sunken City
04:40
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In an ancient submarine, on a deep-sea trip
In a sea of tourmaline, under the waves
Looking for the triple ring, round a mountain top
Looking for a sunken city, under the waves
Chorus:
Sunken city, come to me
Sunken city, Atlantis
Sunken city, will always be
Sunken city, Atlantis
Following the ancient clues, in a madman's book
Guided by the obscure lines, under the waves
Chorus
Guitar solo
I can see the sacred plain, on the mountain top
I can see the three canals, under the waves
Chorus:
Sunken city, came to me
Sunken city, Atlantis
Sunken city, will always be
Sunken city, Atlantis (x2)
yeah!
Sax solo
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2. |
I Talked About Guitars
02:23
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She talked about politics, I talked about guitars
She was studying medicine, I talked about guitars
She studied at university
Talked with people who were cleverer than me
She had a really good conversation but I talked about guitars
Yes I talked about guitars
Could have talked about something else but I didn't
Could have listened to what she said but I didn't
She tried to talk about capitalism
She tried to talk about terrorism
She tried to talk about religious schism
But I talked about guitars
Yes I just talked about guitars
Solo!
She talked about bakery, I talked about guitars
We went to the movies, I talked about guitars
Then when her uncle passed away
He left a Gibson for her to play
Now she talks about Les Pauls
Won't say anything else at all
Won't hear a word about Telecasters
But we both talk about guitars
Yes we both talk about guitars
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3. |
Stolen memories
03:54
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Have some pie, at the table
Reach for the photo box
Look at the faces
Chorus:
Stolen memories, or are they mine?
Forgotten melodies, sung out of time
I try to anchor time and place
To a name and to a face
But it's just too much
Too much to remember
Chorus
I remember when we met
I remember my first pet
I remember matching coats
The old farm and the crazy goat
Chorus
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4. |
Boogaloo
03:56
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Chorus:
She does that boogaloo, boys
She turns the menfolk into toys
She does that boogaloo, boys
She makes men shiver
She's long and tall with witchy hair
Her coven isn't far from here, not far
As the crow does fly
She lives way out here in the woods
Far from any luxury goods, no, no
No luxury goods out here in the woods
Chorus
All day long I earn my pay
Go home each night the same old way, except for once
I took a different path
I wandered down a shady road
Found her house by the trail of toads that glowed
You know, they once were men
Chorus
Sax solo
Chorus
Banjo solo
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5. |
Lurlene (Cinnamon buns)
02:50
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Sitting at the truckstop
At 3AM this morning
I ordered up a big old mess o' beans
The waitress took my tip
And she caused my heart to flip
That's when I met the lovely Lurlene
Chorus:
Lurlene
Your tattoos are astounding
Lurlene
You set my heart a-pounding
Lurlene
Every trucker knows
There's no finer little diner
The word is out, the secret is revealed
So I stopped in for to buy
A bucket full of chicken
I fell in love before the fat congealed
Chorus
Solo
Now if you've got a thing
For a plate of buffalo wings
Or coffee that's as strong as gasoline
You should take my good advice
And head for that little old diner
But keep your filthy hands off my Lurlene
Chorus:
Lurlene
Your tattoos are astounding
Lurlene
You set my heart a-pounding
Lurlene
Well I love your cinnamon buns
Lurlene
I'll let you shoot my gun
Lurlene
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6. |
The Right Channels
02:03
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Playing in towns that all start to look the same
Sleeping in the van is all part of the game
Chorus:
To get to the top, you've got to use the right channels
To get to the top, you've got to work the angles
Waking in the evening, feel like going to bed
Adrenaline kicks, and we all start rocking instead
Chorus
Gratuitous, yet mercifully short, guitar solos
Well now, we thank this crowd for rocking with us
Thank you! Thank you!
Soon we'll all be loading the tour bus
Tour bus! Tour bus!
Chorus
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7. |
Ring That Bell
06:12
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I'm calling time on all your promises
I've packed a lightweight travelling trunk
I'll track your scent through pine-filled forests
Emerging slowly from my funk
Cos I'm going home
To the long white cloudy hills
I'm calling time
Time to ring that bell
It's closing time
Everyone's gone
It's time to ring that bell
Oh ring, ring that bell for me
What did you say when we met last time?
Oh yeah, you said "you're a flippin' mess!"
Well I've tidied up, but I'll never be
Ticking boxes, just to pass a test
Cos I'm going home
To the long white cloudy hills
I'm calling time
Time to ring that bell
Cos life isn't meant to fit in a box
It always spills over the side
Oh ring, ring that bell for me
So take my hand, take my favourite mug
Take my fifteen top CDs
Let's fill a box with our emptiness
Pack it away, and go and have some fun
Cos you and me, were meant to be
It's time to ring that bell
Oh ring, ring that bell for me
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8. |
9 to 42
03:09
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Huh! Uh!
Bing Turkby
Huh!
Meaningless drivel
Fools can try to change my mind, that's OK
They can call me extra-light, that's OK
I'll just play my guitar
I've been alright so far
I'm 9 to 42
I'm 9 to 42
I'm 9 to 42
How bout you?
Listen they say now
SRV used telephone wire, I don't care
EVH likes baling twine, I don't care
I'm still loud as all Hell
You'll hear my notes quite well
I'm 9 to 42
I'm 9 to 42
I'm 9 to 42
How bout you?
Let me hear you now
Extra-light, it's alright (9 to 42)
Extra-light, it's alright (9 to 42)
Extra-light, it's alright (everybody now, 9 to 42)
Extra-light, it's alright
9 to 42.
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9. |
Vanquish the Necromancer
04:41
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Settle down, take the cup
Say your cheers, yeah, drink it up
Say your cheers, cry your tears
Come the morning you're leaving here
Take your coat, yeah take your boots
Here's the piper and here's the lute
The lutenist plays, the gentleman pays
Come the morning you'll be on your way
Threatened by evil
You are our champion!
Take him our answer
Vanquish the Necromancer
He can turn into a tree
Causing lesser men to flee
But you're the village champion
Vanquish him! Vanquish him! Vanquii-iiish him!
Evil walks within the land
The Necromancer shall die by your hand
And it won't be long now
(Semi-harmonised guitar solo)
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The Bing Turkby Ensemble Palmerston North, New Zealand
In 1996 the Bing Turkby Ensemble was one man, a wig and a tape deck. The band now features this cast of miscreants: Tyrone T. Blowhard (sax), Slapskins McBOOOm (drums), and Ajax MacDeth (bass).
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