1. |
Cosseted Youth
02:27
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COSSETED YOUTH
You’re so proud
of being distanced
and juggle cunningly
with your words
Your perfect little world
is well embedded
into the Great Wide World
of the unaffected
which creates
job after job after job
for security firms
from BERLIN to NEW YORK
Almost time for departure
entire airport departure lounges
full of well-dressed
poncy types with dead eyes
slutty chick
but at least
she’s chilled!
Get away from me
with your songs that are as cleverly made
as they sound so shitty sure!
Get away from me
with this book full of drastic word porn
and a life you’ve never lived!
I’m loath to say it
but I don’t believe you
when your contradictions
don’t disturb me
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2. |
Lonely Lee
03:48
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LONELY LEE
Let go all your hopes
if you want to
just don’t get too desperate
Lonely Lee
take the F-train to Far Rockaway
and walk through the colored streets
in the Mexican quarter on Junction Boulevard
Forget all your hopes for a moment
if you want to
the dreams and the shadows
no need to lose faith
Lonely Lee
why don’t you take the train to Far Rockaway
and get a red candle for your place
man
Don’t cling to false hopes
those
that make you fall into despair
Lonely Lee
Take the F-train back downtown
why can’t you glimpse the beautiful girl next to you
watch -
she tries to hide even more than you do
You grumble
not that easy
I awake unknown hopes in you
all the good advice felt like lard in a grease trap
You say
that train has past
OK
but one thing’s for sure
Lonely Lee
time alone won’t ease your pain
WORDS AND MUSIC BY HESH
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3. |
Desolation Blues
02:50
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DESOLATION BLUES
Come over
to the other side of town
see me waitin’
on the 49th floor
She pays me back
in the currency of pain
lookin’ at the moon
he’s not the same anymore
In the red shine
of the night club light
I wait for her call
all night
I wait for her call
all night long
the cats I hate
the dogs I hit
laugh along
It is too late
too late to lose
play my desolation blues
It is too late
too late to lose
I play my desolation blues
Words and music by HESH
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4. |
My Best Stranger
02:49
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MY BEST STRANGER
Hey man
It don’t look like
you and me
are travelling on the same train
For ten years now
time and again
I’ve seen you
never stopping to say hello
We walk the same streets
drifting
marching on
like a one-man army
Together but alone
neither one of us
belongs to anyone else
Hey man
It don’t look like
you know the places which are part of my life
For ten years now
time and again
I’ve seen you slide past
We meet
but don’t
in front of a gamblers paradise
or hell
downtown
together but alone
we both somehow belong here
Hey
my best stranger
I’m just no good
at talking to guys
Who wants to be taken for gay
when they are not?
Men meet at the bowling alley
wage war
or carry removal boxes
for a mutual friend
who turns out
to be the next sweetheart
and the next mistake
I don’t know
how I should strike up
a conversation with you
with a man I know as
my best stranger
with a man I know as
my best stranger
But whose eyes tell me you could be my friend
WORDS AND MUSIC BY HESH
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5. |
Streets of America
02:26
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STREETS OF AMERICA
Many years
together on the way
together on the way
on Europe’s highways
Always sided by
the longing
for the streets of America
Have a safe trip ma friend
wherever you wanna go
Have a good show ma friend
wherever you gonna play
We all made it
through the Holland tunnel
through the Holland tunnel
into the big city
But never together
but never together
into the streets of America
Have a save trip ma friend
wherever you wanna go
have a good show ma friend
wherever you gonna play
WORDS AND MUSIC BY HESH
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6. |
Long Since Gone
03:03
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LONG SINCE GONE
I desert from where I came
still visible in this dust
more vigorous than empathy
and long since gone
on the smoke again
In vain in vain
the mood I’m in
the feeling commonly rises
but long since gone
burned everything
Don’t move further now
unspoken words are melting
before they reach at last
long since gone
occupied places
Passion makes my fortune sweet
needing needle stitch
remembers me if I forget
all though long since gone
this road will end
Words by ST. JOHN
Music by HESH
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7. |
Lucky Man
03:31
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A LUCKY MAN
Sitting thinking
which seed stokes this sad sad feeling
the feeling that
only a handful of songs
separate me
from nothing
Which warm lap
did this lead weight creep out of?
Like a space shuttle piggyback
on a jumbo jet
no place to land in sight
Saddling up on women
under the banner of obsession
never on the way back
to the harbour of a love
given in return
On the road in the heat and the sun
On a night walk by myself in comfortable pants
On stage and there are more than 50 of you
At dinner
just me and my son
I will give you my word
ma friend
I can be a lucky man
Which power feeds this restlessness?
It’s like I’m hopping across hot sand
always further away from my nearest and dearest
when they aren’t there I wish they were
but when they are its not like with JR
Did someone, something do me harm?
On a playground that’s now overgrown
what was it that came and tipped the balance?
I’ve put a lot of blind trust in people
and it has only done me wrong
I’ve put a lot of blind trust in myself
and it has only done me wrong
On the road in the heat and the sun
On a night-walk by myself in comfortable pants
On stage and there are more than 50 of you
At dinner
just me and my son
I will give you my word
ma friend
I can be a lucky man
Words and music by HESH
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8. |
Comin' Home
03:29
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COMIN’ HOME
Warm heart
on a long road
direction: Albuquerque
my friend
Chris is with me
and I
can see him
still in the back of the van
The light falls
on the mountains
they fly past
beside the highway
like neon
but in the daytime
this is
the country
I want to call my own
Whatever once was
whatever once will be
it doesn’t matter
man!
Because in that place
I felt a warmth
like I’d just come home
The engine
that hums beneath me
frees me
from my nervous nature
it brings me
serenity
and Chris’ voice sayin’
“Where is the next Starbucks
man?”
Whatever once was
whatever once will be
it doesn’t matter
man!
Because in that place
I felt a warmth
like I’d just come home
WORDS AND MUSIC BY HESH
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FRAN'S OLD AMERICAN HOTEL
The only way
to smell those stairwells again
back in those
old American hotels
is to write
write this down
The only way
to tread Moriarty dust
and hear the
eighteen-wheelers rush
is to hum
hum this tune
The only way
to please my prostate
to ease my aching bones
is to take this
to the stage
The only way
to get by without you -
for now at least -
is to sing
sing this song
Words and music by HESH
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10. |
For Sure
02:10
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FOR SURE
In my own words I would say
she’s got a remote to my heart
he said
she speaks four different languages
but with me
like no other women has the guts
he said
I like that
he said
my own wife is the perfect match
but she
she’s like magnetism
he said
my wife is originally from Shanghai
she knows that she won’t miss a thing
if she stays home
sometimes
he said
but with her
I love to do the night tours again
round familiar blocks
he said
it’s not about the sex
she just gave me a massage
down by the river
he said
my wife
don’t mind
maybe I’ll take them out
for dinner one day
but
he also said
she would never leave her guy
and I
for sure
will never leave my wife
Words and music by HESH
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11. |
Letter from Paris
03:16
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LETTER FROM PARIS
I hope I don’t send
the letter from Paris to you
I hope I don’t send
the letter from Paris to you
To let you pass with dignity
To struggle with myself
about how much I miss you
I hope I don’t put
the letter from Paris in the mail
I hope I don’t put
the letter from Paris in the mail
What a luxurious moment
on this afternoon
to dream up my place
on top of this world
I hope I’ll read
the letter
the letter
from Paris again
I hope I’ll read
the letter
the letter
from Paris again
To realize
how much this has all got to do with you
and not with
the longing to find
my Place
on top of this world
Words and music by HESH
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