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So this is what the end looks like - EP

by Stellan Wahlstrom Drift Band

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So this is what the end looks like Without rights and iron around my foot If I were a bolder liar I'd be fine now But nothing pays off the way you think it should Thinking about the other side Knowing that I'm gone But there is kindness and there is good To be found where you least expect it You realize you can always do right Even in the wrong surroundings Thinking about the other side Knowing that I'm gone Hearing your voice over the phone Singing my songs where I should have been Alone and proud and sad In my hometown exile in a kitchen in the old world So this is what the end looks like It's just the way you said it would be But you didn't deny me And now it's like your tears are saving me Thinking about the other side Knowing that I'm gone
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Out of your world I got to go And all this moaning around Has got to stop Watching the curtains Going down Hearing the wannabe saviours Calling me up And you leave me wandering in my own rooms Leave me lonely away from your home But don't don't don't don't don't be a stranger And you won't see me On your street no more I'll be a solid loser But not on your floor I'll only compete With my own disgust And I would trade your love For some of your trust And you leave me wandering in my own rooms Leave me lonely away from your home But don't don't don't don't don't be a stranger And you leave me walking sad and cold Even leave me when I'm calling you But don't don't don't don't don't be a stranger What a sorry sight to see You're in your act of making me pay Complete with looks the other way And you leave me wandering in my own rooms Leave me lonely far from your home But don't don't don't don't don't be stranger And you leave me walking sad and cold Even leave me when I'm calling you But don't don't don't don't don't be a stranger
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Silence 03:47
Running between broken payphones Buying bread to get the change My jacket's too thin I'm freezing in the rain Through the cracks the air comes in My plate is empty the lights all dim They're speaking Russian But the letters pretty clear No more silence no more waiting in the hall No more roses in your kitchen looking bored A thick cold wall will fall around me I'll be inside you'll be outside And it won't be very nice on either side But that's the only way I know They say we're like that anyway I will just be trying to get by No more waking in the night from what you hear No more anger that I'll do what you fear No more ways to misplace what's done wrong No more silence, no more waiting, I'll be gone You took my solitude away And left me in a loneliness No more songs ringing out when you're quiet No more sleeping still hungry by my side No more looking for my bus And I'm not there No more silence, no more waiting, I won't be there
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The car is jumping up and down The rain is coming only down The driver's pushing the motor without being stingy We're on the road to Cherrapunji Bulbul in the front seat talking bolla bolla We're prefering local booze to Coca Cola An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain Torkel in a blue suit looking like a smurf We're doing number one into the Bangladesh surf Zac's telling tales all of them scary Bunny's on the telephone with Bryan Ferry The rain won't stop and really why should it It's got a reputation it's living up to it An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain In the rain, in the rain In the everlasting, everlasting rain I'm huddled in the backseat wet like a sponge The best thing now is clearly Old Monk An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain In the rain, in the rain In the everlasting, everlasting, everlasting, everlasting Everlasting, everlasting rain

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2001 EP featuring the India set tale "An Old Monk in an Ambassador in the rain", including Old Monk booze, Ambassador cars and lots of rain.

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Stellan Wahlstrom Drift Band Stockholm, Sweden

Modern big-city folk rock from Swedish singer-songwriter Stellan Wahlström, fomerly a member ot The Wylde Mammoths (Crypt Records).

The new album "As real as in a dream" is now released!

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