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Death Row Tales
05:01
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DEATH ROW TALES
Sitting in the middle of an empty room
head in hands like his hands are a tomb
His eyes are red but the tears don't run
A little spark of life and soon
He'll be gone
The unsolved riddle of a twisted life
The boy who learned to live by the knife
"Look now mama - look and see,
what this living has done to me -
to me"
"Long ago when the world was small
I learned how to fight before I learnt to crawl
and it's not really how I wanted it to be
oh mama can't you tell them so they'll - they'll - they'll set me free -
I wanna be free!"
Six days and counting - five to go
Scrubbed up cleaned up for the media show
"we're setting an example - we have to try
We cant afford the schools and so you - you
Have to die -
You're gonna die!"
And they're coming now
And they're coming now
And they're coming now
And they're coming
Right now
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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2. |
Genevieve
07:02
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Genevieve
In the crazy world of a desperate man
Were the cries of the living dead,
As he called to the spirits of the demon souls
That were living inside his head.
Based on all known facts and information
It was the middle of the day but nobody saw
I guess nobody paid attention.
So he sneaked out of town on the back of a horse -
Well the back of a bus to be correct
And from the look on his face he was going to a place
Where papers are never checked.
It was 4:34 when Mrs Moore came out of her house
in a panic.
And the little ones cried and trembled inside
In the face of deeds Satanic.
"Based on heresay and certain facts and information -
We have reason to believe that he's taken Genevieve
To Hell and her Damnation.
We have reason to believe that he's taken Genevieve
To Hell and her Damnation.
Of all the Flowers in the Garden
There isn't any so Sweet,
The purest Poison in the Desert
Will bring a good man down and down and down and down.....
It was a hell of a do when the wire came through
To Officer Cusack's desk,
The disappearence of a girl - a jewel - a real pearl
Guaranteed to make the National Press.
With his job on the line he decided to assign
His best man, Mac McGuiness -
Who's tenacity was known - like a wild dog at a bone
He'd sink his teeth into the case until he'd finished.
Well it was well after dark when he saw the trailer park
and the circle of fire burning.
And though his heart stood still - he was certain of his will
and how they'd celebrate his returning.
Then he spied Genevieve with the flames at her sleeves -
Though now he'd swear it was all an illusion,
and as he stepped into the ring he was certain that he'd bring
The case to it's full conclusion.
And as he stepped into the ring he was certain that he'd bring
The case to it's full conclusion.
Of all the Flowers in the Garden
There isn't any so Sweet,
The purest Poison in the Desert
Will spin good man round and around and around and around.....
Now the story can be told - full of intrigue though it's old
Of how McGuiness never solved the case.
He returned a broken man - missing fingers from one hand
and with a petrified grin across his face.
"Based on facts and my thorough investigation -
I have reason to believe that your daughter Genevieve
Is the cause of this Damnation.
I have reason to believe that your daughter Genevieve
Is the cause of this Damnation.
Of all the Flowers in the Garden
there isn't any so Sweet,
The purest Poison in the Desert
Will bring a good man down and down and down and down....
And the Devil take the hindmost.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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We Just Breathe
04:42
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WE JUST BREATHE
And stolen like the blazes in the water flavoured wonders
and the game goes round again,
and we all get into seperate cars
and journey down a point of no return 'til then.
Oh and I'm going out tonight and I'm gonna
Stand up and fight.
"It's only the same game." We always say
and now held against the light
The rain comes down and plays my heart but -
Won't let it happen,
Won't let it wash it all away.
Over the hills and far away were the lives
Where the crazy world lived and the dangerous places.
And get some of this - an old man - stealing
Just to make a living - at 84.
And there is a backslide running against the weather.
Well nobody's perfect under the skin,
When somebody's raised the standard
The trick is knowing where the hell to begin but
Strange things will happen - when you
Let it all disappear.
Oh and I tried so hard to make a difference,
I tried all the things I knew what never to say.
I loaded my dice - and fell into war.
Too lonely to play the game
you give it up and you fall.
Too lonely to stand around
when you've nothing left at all.
Oh and it's nice to be wanted
and it's nice to be free,
Most of the time we just breathe.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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4. |
Lies, Bloody Lies
05:20
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LIES, BLOODY LIES
Sound of a chain drawn tight till it breaks
Sound of an army on feet of clay
Sound of a dangerous game that is played
Sound of an old man wheezing and grey
The more I know the less I understand
Leftover god-stains colour the field
Leftover babies all covered in shame
Leftover pipe dreams cracked up and blue
Leftover rules for a dangerous game
The more I see the more I don’t believe
Sound of a teardrop hitting the floor
Sound of a man who settles the score
Sound of a chain drawn tight till it breaks
Sound of a dangerous game that is played
The more I know the less I understand
I came into this world with a dream in my heart
But the odds were against me right from the start
And the lack of attention that caused me to fail
For years made me walk with my hand on the rail
Then you look back in anger at the things never said
But how can you speak when you’re already dead
Stop damaging children stop damaging lives
What makes you think fatherhood gives you the right.
I’m sick of my country I’m sick of my race
And Darwin the bastard put me in my place
If I’m a survivor there’s blood on my hands
And if I’m a survivor I don’t understand
It’s a time to be wicked a time to be bad
A time to go screaming and bleedingly bad
No time to get even no time to explain
There’s not even time to go fucking insane
And it’s lies, lies, lies bloody lies
lies, lies, lies bloody lies
And it’s lies, lies, lies bloody lies
lies, lies, lies bloody lies
Words & Music © 1992 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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5. |
My Invention
04:28
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MY INVENTION
Some days - I can hear myself thinking - Talk about the
rattle of an empty boat trying to make a bit of money
So I stay afloat on these troubled
Oceans, seem forever to be rising - Ragging at the rock
I'm standing on - trying to rub away the thought that
I belong on these troubled
High seas - where's your spirit of adventure - Talk about
Living on a razors edge - trying to keep your balance -
don't fall out of bed - you got another chance
Before you end up dead - But it all works out.
You should be ashamed you volunteered to put things right
I never said that I was superman
it's just the way I fight.
If somebody wants me I'll be howling at the moon
Trying to find a use for my invention.
Some folks think the problem's overstated - sending out the
Blind to lead the dumb - with a bit of luck the
Deaf will speak in tongues - and it works from the
Outside there's a preacher on the pavement - telling me to
mend my evil ways - but every night the Devil
docks his pay 'cos it works from the
Inside - where's your spirit of adventure - talk about the
Pigs down on the farm - if you need a bit of blood
Just take an arm - me I rather think the flood
would do less harm - But it all works out.
You should be ashamed you volunteered to put things right
I never said that I was superman
it's just the way I fight.
If somebody wants me I'll be screaming at the moon
Trying to find a use for my invention.
Someone said it was a misadventure - talk about a
leap before you looked - trying to eat a bit of cake before
it's cooked with these sticky
Fingers - seem forever to be crawling - Digging at the
ground I'm lying in - trying to scratch a way into my
second skin it's a risky
Business - where's your spirit of adventure - talk about the
Rumble of an empty bank - or the supercharged
Rattle of a Chieften tank - Let's talk about the
Pigs down on the farm - if you need a bit of blood
Just take an arm - me I rather think the
Flood would do less harm - but it all works out.
You should be ashamed you volunteered to put things right
I never said that I was superman
it's just the way I fight.
If somebody wants me I'll be howling at the moon
Trying to find a use for my invention.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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6. |
Black & Blue
03:49
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Black and Blue
Black and blue
You wear your badge with pride and pain
But still it’s
The battle scars divide to heal
And two can give
More easily than one
Honesty
Depends upon a point of view
When words are free
It’s memories that cost the earth
Still waters run
Deep and troubled inside you
And time goes by
And still we hide
Afraid to die
With secrets
Afraid to tell
Our secrets
But still it’s true
The battle scars divide to heal
And two can give
More easily than one
Words and Music © 1993 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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7. |
Why?
09:41
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WHY?
He's still there - corner of 5th & A
Just where he was three years ago
When we first came to the Electric City,
"How ya doin'?" - Coming out of a bar -
How do you say how ya doing to a guy living in a cardboard box - without irony.
We'd had a few drinks - mellow, comfortable –
Walking back to our heated apartment, braving the cold wet february night.
"You had a good night." he says
looking up and smiling through a tangled beard -
Just like - "Hey, just because I'm living in a
fucking cardboard box on the street - there's no reason
why you shouldn't go out and have a good time."
And there's thousands like him every day
But I just turn and walk away
Cos if I stopped what would I say.
Then there's Starving Artist - and Faith no More -
That's what Dave calls them anyway.
Hanging 'round the club, 5 o-clock in the morning on Avenue B
- the glamour district.
Painted drag queens and uptown suits slumming it downtown
and o.d'ing on cocaine and voyeurism.
"We went to this really wild after hours last night - got really fucked up man - what a blast!
You should see some of the crazy people they get in there
'course you gotta take the Limo - you don't want to get stuck around there without wheels!"
And Starving Artist says "Can you spare a dime buddy?"
only it's a quarter these days.
Takes a lot of quarters to buy a bag of dope.
I see thousands like him every day
But I just turn and walk away
Cos if I stopped what would I say.
An' I'm sitting in this cab - going somewhere, the guy driving's about 35 - 36
first generation immigrant - an' he's trying
doesn't speak great English but hey - who does?
An' we're stopped at the lights, an' a guy comes up to the window.
"Hey man - Can you help me out with a quarter so I can get something to eat?"
And the cabbie says - "Why? - Why? Why? - Why?
You got two hands - just like me - Why don't you do somethin' for yourself?"
I sit back in my seat, the lights change, and we speed off
Goin' somewhere.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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8. |
Uncommon Times
04:26
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UNCOMMON TIMES
These are uncommon times - when worlds collide
and Nations fight for vanity.
These are contagious times when - love divides
and hate inspires insanity.
Infected all around
A million loved ones underground - still rising.
We search for clues in vain and look for
Someone else to blame...
Hold on... Hold on to something...
Hold on to someone...
Hold on to anything at all.
We climb these dizzy heights - only to fall
as sure as night - but
wisdom seems so hard to gain
Must everything be so explained?
We light the fires at night to keep the
Wild beasts out of sight but -
Nothing burns like hell on earth -
Is nothing really what it's worth?
Hold on... Hold on to something...
Hold on to someone...
Hold on to anything at all.
Hold on... Hold on to something...
Hold on to someone...
Hold on to anything at all.
Words and Music © 1994 Simon Scardanelli/Musica Scardanelli
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Simon Scardanelli Merléac, France
Simon Scardanelli is an English singer, songwriter & composer now based in Central Brittany,
France.
Currently working on his next album - a folk-opera which he will launch in early 2023.
A great live performer who has toured extensively, available for solo acoustic & amplified concerts as well as in trio with accordion & percussion..
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