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16 (Sixteen) Pints
The moment I walked out of the cold
Into these shades of red, I could tell
I was headed on a collision course with
A hangover from hell
The old girl with the big hair knows
How to make me start acting cheeky
When I come up to the bar
And order a few
There’s something so comforting about those red seats
And the white lace curtains
Dusty bottles near the ceiling, with their faded labels
And the little prints stapled up to the wall
And the old bugger in the corner
He always says hello
Always laugh when I think he’s got to
The punchline of his joke
Sixteen pints and a packet of golden wonder
I know there's a little trouble coming my way
Pity those people who wake up in the morning
Knowing it won't get any better for the rest of the day
There’s a moment when you suddenly focus
On girls that didn’t much matter half an hour ago
It’s funny how alcohol, can make you forgiving
Of little imperfections in the female form
After the 8th you mind takes a new turn
You suddenly remember, that mates matter much more
Than a meaningless fumble
You’ll regret the next day
You start to hear out other people’s projects
And come out with a few of your own
Trying to make sense, but no matter how hard you try
You can't steer the booze into reverse
You know sometimes when you’ve had a few drinks
Ideas pop in your head
But I’ve been getting so much better lately
I never rush an ESB
Sixteen pints and a packet of golden wonder
I know there's a little trouble coming my way
Pity those people who wake up in the morning
Knowing it won't get any better for the rest of the day ...
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Sex Obsession
It’s not easy, to approach her
Though she’s finally alone at the bar
Already visualizing the possibilities
Know this won’t get me very far
Just want to strike up, a light conversation
But sex obsession, has other plans
Got to try to, regain control here
Before it all gets out of hand
She seems so fresh, and so spontaneous
I feel so restless got so much to say
If she could tell, what I was thinking
She would turn and run away
Sex obsession, always feel it
Never warns, before it begins
To take me over, under pressure
And get right under my skin
Optimistic, at the entrance of the nightclub
Trying to find ways to jump the queue
Perfumed dolls, lining up for the occasion
To demonstrate their sex addiction too
On the dancefloor, in graphic detail
I see every girl, take turns to service me
I seem no longer, in control here
The obsession has broken free
From an angle, at the afterparty
They all seem to be so tall
So inviting on their way to the ladies
That I'm tempted to follow them all
Early morning, at the bus stop
Trying to get home to clear my head
But the schoolgirls are so impatient
To follow me into my bed
Sex obsession, always feel it
Never warns, before it begins
To take me over, under pressure
And get right under my skin
Clammy handed, at the clinic
Nurse looks stern, externally
But she's a restless nymphomaniac
Who's wearing nothing underneath
Sometimes I think it’s, just an illness
Makes me worry, kills the fun
Doctor I'm suffering, from sex obsession
But could I be the only one?
Is there a name for this condition
In the medical dictionary?
I need to find an, explanation
To release the responsibility
Sex obsession, it's like a graveyard
Of missed opportunities
Turns me into a spectator
And just feeds my fantasy
Sex obsession, always feel it
Never warns, before it begins
To take me over, under pressure
And get right under my skin...
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Island - Freddy McQuinn
03:58
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Island
Smells so sweet from here
Can almost touch it
It’s so near
Island of my dreams
Not just a destination
It’s a need
Songbirds and flowers,
Seductive ocean breeze
More palm fringed lanes and sunsets
Than anyone could believe
I’ve heard so much about it
Don’t know if I’ll ever get there
Not sure I could do without it
Comes with me everywhere
Island of my dreams
Won’t turn away from me
But how will it all seem
If I make it there eventually?
Floating around inside me
Like a sweet vanilla sundae
It’s everything I need
My tropical shirt,
So bright it hurts
Says I’m a kind of refugee, from the
Island of my dreams
Won’t turn away from me
But how will it all seem
If I make it there eventually?
There are other things competing for my attention
Like cars and homes and insurance schemes
But I’m sticking with the safeguard of my own invention… island of my dreams
Keeps the greyness at bay
Mean little terraces melt away
In the sunshine
On my way to the underground
Hot early morning breath,
Smell of newsprint in the railway carriage
Minty, with a hint of smoke
All just vanishes… in a stroke
Island of my dreams
Won’t turn away from me
But how will it all seem
If I make it there eventually?
I know there’s a better life out there
Away from those food airports
And people with their lives on hold
Oh it’s a bitter life round here
With pension plans, career plans
And fast acting flu remedies
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Superstar
It’s just small letters on a flyer, for now
But they’re gonna get a whole lot bigger
Watch this space and see just how
I’m gonna be a superstar, I’m gonna be a superstar
He says it without a hint of pretension
Earnest and excited
Locked inside his own dimension
I mean without a good dose
Of self belief
How’m I even gonna get close?
So close… but not yet quite there… so close
But fame’s a large moving object
In the distance
And he’s got no plans to offer up
Any resistance
I’m gonna be a superstar (repeat)
Fame’s like a meteorite
Hurtling towards him
With all it’s might
And sure he might have a tricky spell
But that’s all part and parcel
Of an up and coming artist’s plight
Yeah it’s easier at night
To be a superstar under
The red, green and orange lights
They’re all gonna be in for a big surprise
Cos he’s a superstar
And it’s gonna be alright
Alright…
But fame’s a large moving object
In the distance
And he’s got no plans to offer up
Any resistance
I’m going to be a superstar (repeat)
Doesn’t dig the daylight
That’s so indifferent
Flattens everything in sight
Thinks his thoughts are his actions
His mullet gives him a certain satisfaction
It’s a way to show he cares
About not caring
Can’t quite tell the difference
Between what’s inside and outside his head
But fame’s a large moving object
In the distance
And he’s got no plans to offer up
Any resistance
I’m going to be a superstar (repeat)
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Chasing Rainbows
So undecided, I take the first step
But that's all
Soon imagine people, criticising
So I withdraw
I remember a time when things seemed easier
But now its gone
As I get older I hesitate
Afraid to reach into the unknown
I play my cards close to my chest
Feel I'm about to lose my vest
I tend to stick to what I know
Which is that anyway I'm better than the rest
There's many things I dread to show
The risk's greater than the reward
I'm holding back!
Of my own accord
Always think I’ll be ready too late
Won't be original but imitation
I'm exercising extreme caution
And I'll come up with some good reasons
Featuring things outside my control
For why the moment isn't quite right
For the plans I have in sight
And I'll step back into my cocoon
Always return there pretty soon
Sometimes I try to use some method
Take a step by step approach
But just get tangled up in detail
And start feeling a bit gauche
I mean why gamble with the little you've got
When you just stand to lose the lot ?
If it all looks so nice on paper
I’m sure I can sit on it till later
Its always easier a little later on
Got to weigh out all those pros and cons
Turn this thing inside out
Not give too much commitment till I know what its about
I play my cards close to my chest
Sit back and think I'm better than the rest
And if it all goes tits up!
It'll be ok, as long as it’s easy for me to walk away...
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Bitch - Freddy McQuinn
04:18
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Bitch
It’s 5:30 on a rainy cold Saturday morning at the bagel bake, I turn my head to avoid the pitiless gaze of the mirror on the opposite wall.
And it’s pouring outside.
I’m haunted by the pain
Images still coursing through my brain
Keep playing back the episodes
No bitch, you don’t really have a heart
Like the one that’s bleeding onto this shirt, as I’m squinting from the bright neon lights, waiting in the queue.
My head is clearing and I’m trying, trying to hard to think of anything …anything Except for you.
You talk so dirty when your pissed
Get my mind into a twist
You can turn me on just like a switch
But oh bitch, that’s just when you turn me out
I could let go
But I’d be tasting nothing
Of the sweet revenge I need served cold
With this appetite,
I just can’t sleep at night
Got to settle down
Before we can settle up
My head’s spinning from all the Kahlua, gastric juices biting at my insides
And there’s two junkies in front of me, holding things up, asking for mayonnaise…
You love to take me for a ride
Drive my heart into a ditch
Leave me on the verge to hitch a lift
Oh bitch, you speed off and leave me stuck
With my egg bagel, slice of cheese, no butter, and a crab stick salad… hangover food For the damned…
Keep me stumbling in the darkness
Reaching out for any compromise
Can’t seem to get a grip, you always give me the slip
No bitch, never know what’s on your mind
I could just go
But I’d be tasting nothing
Of that sweet revenge I need, served cold…
With this appetite,
I just can’t sleep at night
Got to settle down
Before we can settle up
You turn up at any time
Enjoy my tortured state of mind
And then you have the cheek to ask me
To write a song for you
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Struggle
My soul is hurting, and the fear won’t fade away
Seems like I’m locked in a struggle every day
But I’m always reminded
That it can get so much worse
Heard life’s about struggle, that it makes you what you are
That if you’re good, you’re gonna get far
And if you don’t
You weren’t worth it anyway
Oh the world of struggle is an upside down world
Where less is more
And abundance hurts
And where too much can often be not enough
So far I stomached my struggle
I guess I’ve withstood
Sat through some sessions that didn’t do me much good
But each time I wish the next round would just pass me by
Every day I see people who just seem to breeze along
Looks like they carry their load well and can’t do… can’t do no wrong
They gaze far into the future
But can they look me in the eye?
Oh the world of struggle is an upside down world
Where less is more
And abundance hurts
And where too much can often be not enough
There are places around where they seem to serve out
Struggle in half measures, as if there was a drought
But where I come from they keep pouring
Till your cup overflows
Oh the world of struggle is an upside down world
Where less is more
And abundance hurts
And where too much is bound to leave you with scars
They say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
But if you think you can't hold out for much longer
Just remember the struggle isn’t fair
I think it was all rigged from the start
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Party Party Party
Burst in at three am, so excited
Blagged our way thru
Restless punters, left behind
Outside in the queue
Small uv mark on our hand
Too good to be true
These parties can be overrated
But needed to be sure…
Stepped into the toxic heat and trembling sub bass
Of a steaming hot, Shoreditch zoo
A mess of grins and jaws and twisting bodies
All these faces you can’t put a name to
Try to push through to the bar for a red stripe
Past that smell of vodka red bull, piss and beer
So fucked up and ready for dancing
Watch those little asses moving up so near
Everybody, Everybody just want a Party
Any Party, just give me a party
x2
Had a mate who danced just like a praying mantis
Tried to outdo guys with all the moves
But he’d get taken out by the serious dancers
You know the ones who had even more to prove
The sweat, always the sweat, so hot in there
Girls just dripping with sweat with their eyes wide open
Everyone trying to keep their private buzz alive
Clinching hard with total strangers on the dancefloor
Everybody, Everybody just want a Party
Any Party, just give me a party
Grizzly morning, like a vampire , on your way home
Eardrums ringing, head exploded
Drizzle stings your skin
Normal people, going to work
Metal shutters being lifted
And the slow realization, that it’s all going to catch up with you
Everybody, Everybody just want a Party
Any Party, just give me a party....
...(ad lib)
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Seaside Break
Staring at the low clouds over my head
Waiting for that blue patch of sky to come near
Hear that tune on the carrousel
Got to get into the spirit or it will be hell
I waited so long for my seaside break
And I was so impatient to get away
Every year I always seem to make the same mistake
Will I ever learn someday?
Food and entertainment out on the pier
Scoping out the beachfront with my beer
Small white heads, ripple on the sea
That girl in the pink bikini, I swear she’s looking at me
Seaside break...(dub)
I waited so long for my seaside break
And I was so impatient to get away
Every year I always seem to make the same mistake
Will I ever learn someday?
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All over
It was a strange feeling yesterday,
Like a burden off my shoulder when you said you couldn’t stay
Had to be the right thing to do
Turned into an anticlimax and its something
we both knew
Its true we wanted it so bad
But after that first time together (we)’d already given all we had
That crazy build up of intensity
Could not control it, just had to be set free
Now it’s all over, and we know
It couldn’t have been any better
Gotta stop pushing, let it go
Cause life must have other plans
Then we we've just stood there on the wall
With the creeping realisation nothing’s happening at all
And we tried - tried to go on anyway
Like two sentimental people who had nothing much to say
Why did we feel we needed to ignore
That the future, had something else in store?
Was all just fantasy I'm sure
And our intentions, well… they weren't exactly pure...
Now it’s all over, and we know
It couldn’t have been any better
Gotta stop pushing, let it go
Cause life must have other plans x2
(AdLib)
I hope you found love
Cuz live had other plans...
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Freddy McQuinn Rome, Italy
Freddy McQuinn is a singer, songwriter, musician, producer and DJ from Paris, who lived and created music in London for more
than fifteen years.
With DJ Simbad they recorded under the names; 'Twitch', Heal, Les Barons and Marathon Men Freddy released two solo albums in 2009 and 2011.Now based in Rome and after a long hiatus, Freddy is back with his new EP 'Here Right Now'.
Check it out!
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