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Gabrielle
03:17
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I used to love a girl called Gabrielle, wish I’d known her half as well
As I thought I did
She had something wild in her, recklessness beyond compare
It was more than I could bear
Oh my god, Gabrielle, I loved you then, I love you still
Wish I’d never let you go
Wish I had your guts, your will, half your drive and I still
Don’t know why I never told you so
I used to love a girl called Gabrielle, these numb nights I’d gladly sell
To get back all those days
Wish that I’d known back then her toughness was self-defence
It’s too late to learn her ways
Oh my god, Gabrielle, I loved you then, I love you still
Wish I’d never let you go
Wish I had your guts, your will, half your drive and I still
Don’t know why I never told you so
Oh but now it’s far too late, the grass grows high on the King’s Highway
The wheels roll on by
Oh my god, Gabrielle, I loved you then, I love you still
Wish I’d never let you go
Wish I had your guts, your will, half your drive and I still
Don’t know why I never told you so
But I can’t tell you so
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Drive Away
02:17
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The sun is setting, your frown’s getting darker
I know you’re thinking going’s the answer
But we’re stood on hell’s trapdoor
Please don’t drive away, please just let me say
Yours is a face I can never replace
Please don’t drive away
We only talk like that when we’re drinking
And it’s the only time we tell the truth
But we’re stood on hell’s trapdoor
Please don’t drive away, please just let me say
Yours is a face I can never replace
Please don’t drive away
Please don’t drive away, please just let me say
Yours is a face I can never replace
Yours is a mind I’ll struggle to find
Yours is a grace I’ll never regain
Please don’t drive away
Please don’t drive away
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Kaleidoscope City
03:06
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Time travel to New York City, back to the seventies
Watch Ramones tear up CBGBs, sniff Carbona with Dee Dee
Take a walk down to Union Square, see if Lou’s still hangin’ round there
Your scenes change in my dreams, you’re not quite what you seem
There’s no key, no code in this kaleidoscope
Time travel to New York City, back to the eighties
Hang round the Dakota Building to stop Chapman’s bullet for John Lennon
Meet Debbie Harry at the waffle stand, tide’s high for the Sunday Girl
Your scenes change in my dreams, you’re not quite what you seem
There’s no key, no code, let’s go kaleidoscope
Time travel to New York City, back to the nineties
Play unplugged with Nirvana. Kurt, where are you sleeping now?
Your scenes change in my dreams, you’re not quite what you seem
There’s no key, no code in this kaleidoscope
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Letter to Suzanne
03:15
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Suzanne, your voice speaks to me like a friend I’ll never meet
You take me to unknown streets, places that I’ve never been
And your guitar sounds so sweet, you play so clean and naturally
You show the wonder and beauty among the city’s sad debris
I picture you in a diner, watching from your corner
Your coffee only filled halfway, catching every moment’s play
And your tone is clear and bright, a New York morning after night
Though you’ve seen the city’s sorrows, you’ve one eye on tomorrow
You’re the poet of New York City
You’re the Queen of New York City
You’re the poet of New York City
Suzanne, you gaze so pensively from an ancient record sleeve
In some forgotten New York street, no pretence or conceit
And every song tells a tale with grit beneath its fingernails,
You show the wonder and beauty among the city’s sad debris
You’re the poet of New York City
You’re the Queen of New York City
You’re the poet of New York City
You’re the Queen of New York City
You’re the poet of New York City
You’re the poet of New York City
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The Empty Mirrors Finland
The Empty Mirrors specialise in quirkily visual alt-pop. We tell stories you’ve never heard. We take you to places you’ve never been. You might feel a little wobbly afterwards, but it’ll pass.
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