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1. |
Sunset Radio
04:37
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(Good evening, good morning and good day to you
If your feet ain’t on the ground, the sun don’t go down, hm
We are here to send love
Around the sun, beyond and back
As we’re spacing, tripping, smoothing and raving
To wherever we feel like taking it
We like to invite you to join us on our journey
A journey that can only be a journey
When we are travelling together
So let's make it right)
The day is done before we come along
The night still young and tempting
We put it on and then we groove along
It’s blasting and smashing
The day is done before we come along
The night still young and tempting
We put it on and then we groove along
It’s blasting and smashing
Sunset radio, tune into it
A realtime funky show
Tune into the golden
Lady baby shake it come on
Move your body
And play me
The day is done before we come along
The night still young and tempting
We put it on and then we groove along
It’s blasting and smashing
The day is done before we come along
The night still young and tempting
We put it on and then we groove along
It’s blasting and smashing
Sunset radio, tune into it
A realtime funky show
Tune into the golden
Lady baby shake it come on
Move your body
And play me
Sunset radio, tune into it
A realtime funky show
Tune into the golden
Lady baby shake it come on
Move your body
And play me
Sunset radio, tune into it
A realtime funky show
Tune into the golden
Lady baby shake it come on
Move your body
And play me
Sunset radio, tune into it
A realtime funky show
Tune into the golden
Lady baby shake it come on
Move your body
And play me
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2. |
Undercover Lover
04:54
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Love, won’t you let me in
I won’t be just someone, or something
Love, can we stay in, touch, me
Whenever you want to, like you once did do
She’s a dancer, playing, danger
Can I get back in
Heaven, heartless, hold on, into some
Rave until the morning
Move until the dawn
Shaking and quacking
Stealing empty hearts
Abuse to be amusing
A muse from the start
Undercover little lover
Playing to outsmart
She’s a dancer, playing, danger
Can I get back in
Heaven, heartless, hold on
To some words she said
Love can we let it be
Can we live and let go, of our egos
Hun, I never thought, love could cut through
Evening I knew
She’s a dancer, playing, danger
Can I get back in
Heaven, heartless, hold on, unto some
Rave until the morning
Move until the dawn
Shaking and quacking
Stealing empty hearts
Abuse to be amusing
A muse from the start
Undercover little lover
Playing to outsmart
She’s a dancer, playing, danger
Can I get back in
Heaven, heartless hold on
To some words she said
Sometimes it was just you and I
Heavy hearted, smoke and wine
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing to try
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing to try
I’m not waiting, but I’m willing to try
Dancer, playing
Heaven, heartless
Rave until the morning
Move until the dawn
Shaking and quacking
Stealing empty hearts
Abuse to be amusing
A muse from the start
Undercover little lover
Playing to outsmart
She’s a dancer, playing, danger
Can I get back in
Heaven, heartless hold on
To some words she said
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3. |
Superlicious Girl
04:10
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It was the dark of night
There was a bright shadowed moonlight
You tried to impress me, address me
You mentally undressed me
I don’t wanna dream it
I just wanna feel it
Your fingertips around my hips
I got stains of cherry lipstick
And your number on a post it
But you left your name out
I’m trying real hard to figure it out
You’re a superlicious girl
Superlicious girl
You’re a superlicious girl
Superlicious girl
Cause you were playing watch me, foxy
We passed the time quite slowly
Come on baby let's ride out, hide out
Be somewhere where we can be a bit louder
Heavenly dreaming, soulfully believing
In a stranger from the dawn
I don’t wanna dream it
I just wanna feel it
Your fingertips around my hips
I got stains of cherry lipstick
And your number on a post it
But you left your name out
I’m trying real hard to figure it out
You’re a superlicious girl
Superlicious girl
You’re a superlicious girl
Superlicious girl
I don’t wanna dream it
I just wanna feel it
Your fingertips around my hips
I don't think I dreamed it
I just think I felt it
Your fingertips around my hips
I got stains of cherry lipstick
And your number on a post it
But you left your name out
I’m trying real hard to figure it out
You’re a superlicious girl
Superlicious girl
You’re a superlicious girl
Superlicious girl
Stains of cherry lipstick
Your number on a post it
Your name was nowhere to be found
My memory is misty
Condition kinda dizzy
You left without a sound
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4. |
FCK YOU
03:50
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The stories told, and tales we've said
We played our part, we’ve reached the end
And oh-oh-oh, we cannot restart this
You wandered off, lingering
You wanted space for figuring
Oh-oh-out
Just who you are without this
We had something, I loved it
But I had it coming, messed up the start
It’s all or nothing, I’ll leave you with your
New fresh little baby boy
F*ck you
Wanted to say I love you
Wanted to say I need you
And all you did is fall in love with this other kid
So f*ck you
Wanted to believe you
Give you time to see you
But all you did is fall in love with this other kid
You kept me on a dog leash
Not letting go, nor feeding it
Oh-oh-oh, it’s time for me to leave this
I don’t think you meant this
But I don’t think you dealt with
Wha-ah-at the real issue is
We had something, I loved it
But I had it coming, messed up the start
It’s all or nothing, I’ll leave you with your
New fresh little baby boy
F*ck you
Wanted to say I love you
Wanted to say I need you
And all you did is fall in love with this other kid
So f*ck you
Wanted to believe you
Give you time to see you
But all you did is fall in love with this other kid
Fairytales and stories end
No other way to make amends
And lo-oh-ove will break the heart of every man
We had something, I loved it
But I had it coming, messed up the start
It’s all or nothing, I’ll leave you with your
New fresh little baby boy
F*ck you
Wanted to say I love you
Wanted to say I need you
And all you did is fall in love with this other kid
So f*ck you
Wanted to believe you
Give you time to see you
But all you did is fall in love with this other kid
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5. |
The Hollywood Show
04:25
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Won't you be my parallel compression
Smoothly lifting all of the unknown
Gently teasing snippets of a prime time
Uncensored Hollywood show
Won't you be my serotonin addiction
Elevate my head above the clouds
Drugs don’t do the same thing as they used to do
Deep down in this brain of mine
(It's all that I want)
(It's all that I please)
(It's all that I want)
(It's all that I please)
Saxophone
It is something for a lover
Tickle my funky bone
It's our secret to one another
Take it down the temperate zone
Piña coladas on a Sunday
I can’t recall
It was something, for a lover
On weekends
Won't you be the cash stash in my pocket
Taking me wherever down I go
Easy flowing, dripping through my fingertips
The uncensored Hollywood show
Won't you be my midnight liquid
Every drop invites for another
You don't make me hold no other
I'll take it one drip at a time
(It's all that I want)
(It's all that I please)
(It's all that I want)
(It's all that I please)
Saxophone,
It is something for a lover
Tickle my funky bone
It's our secret to one another
Take it down the temperate zone
Piña coladas on a Sunday
I can’t recall
It was something, for a lover
On weekends
(Hello and good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Unfortunately we are having some technical difficulties
As our DJ did not make it to the gig
But we've made a menu where you can choose and decide
What you wanna hear yourself
If you wanna have more George Michael, please dial one
For more Billy Idol, please dial two)
Saxophone
It is something for a lover
Tickle our little funky bone
It's our secret to one another
Take it down the temperate zone
Piña coladas on a Sunday
I can’t recall
It was something
For a lover
On the weekend
For a lover
It was something for a lover
For a lover
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6. |
The Ballad of Bonnie
04:24
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It was a cool summer evening, the smoke was hanging low
He was staring at the starlight, dreaming of where to go
He didn’t know
He didn’t know, what he got so high for
He put out his cigarette, and he put on his boots and jeans
He ran out the front door, after looking for his keys
He kept low, sneaking through the empty streets
Lonely riding through the dark
Hold him in a spell
To find the right
To give the eye
Neon lights bright up the sky
New faces in the night
Trying to impress
Trying to possess
To find his Bonnie to Clyde
And after he started talking to a stranger in the dawn
They had a couple of shots and kissed on the top floor
They kept it on
They kept it on, for not that long
She said "I’d get a round of drinks", she said “I’ll be right back”
He was waiting on the balcony, and he saw that she just left
He didn’t know
He didn’t know what he did her wrong for
Lonely riding through the dark
Hold him in a spell
To find the right
To give the eye
Neon lights bright up the sky
New faces in the night
Trying to impress
Trying to possess
To find his Bonnie to Clyde
(He didn’t know what he got so high for)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
(Needed something to show, to show, to show)
They kept it on, for not that long
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7. |
Guitar vs Cigar
04:32
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How is it the world keeps turning your way
If one cup’s full the other one stays empty
If you’re looking for your spine I’d say you lost it
A pinstripe suit don’t have that many pockets
You make money?
I dare disagree
Cause money makes money
Makes money you see
48th floor
Gold sign on the door
Makes it hard to know
What’s going on below
Watchu' say, it’s all gonna trickle down
Like dollars in a club on the dirty ground
How is it the world keeps turning your way
If one cup’s full the other one stays empty
You’re looking for a line upon your mirror
Why would I judge the sin but not the sinner
Conquer and divide
Dress real nice
Because there’s nothing quite like
Going out in style
All coked up blood shot
Eyes and such
You're just a victim of
Instinct on the streets
Like a dog out
Chasing cars, clothes
Movie stars
If you wanna go far
This is guitar vs cigar
Watchu’ say, it’s all gonna trickle down
Like dollars in a club on the dirty ground
How is it the world keeps turning your way
If one cup’s full the other one stays empty
Like picking up a fight inside a bar
Well this one is guitar vs cigar
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8. |
Hot Stuff
04:30
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When I see you, it’s all about the hot stuff
You tell me, oh baby I can't get enough
Oh love, enough of the hot stuff, honey
It’s a temptation
A secret sensation
Of the hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The super hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The f***ing hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The super hot stuff
I’ll play it cool
For a little hot stuff
I’ll take it slow
For a little hot stuff honey
I want too, I want to tickle you
Gently
So tender, a condemner to you
It’s a temptation
The secret sensation
Of the hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The super hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The f***ing hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The super hot stuff
It’s a temptation
The secret sensation
It’s a temptation
The secret sensation
Of the hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
Hot stuff
(Hauptstadt geschmack)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The super hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The f***ing hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
The super hot stuff
(The f***ing hot stuff)
It’s a temptation
A secret sensation
It’s a temptation
A secret sensation
Of the hot stuff
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Cause Disco Dicks is playing at my house, at my house
I show you the rope kid, I show you the rope
I got a bus and a trailer at my house, my house
I show you the rope kid, I show you the rope
I bought 15 cases for my house, my house
And all the furniture is in the garage
Because Disco Dicks is playing at my house, my house
Oh-oh-oh yeah yeah
Oh-oh-oh yeah yeah
Oh-oh-oh yeah yeah
Oh-oh-oh
I waited seven years and 15 days
And every kid is here for miles, at my house
The neighbors can’t, can't call the police
And there is a first fight brewing at my house, at my house
Because Disco Dicks is playing at my house, at my house
You got to set them up kid, set them up
Cause Disco Dicks is playing at my house, at my house
And no one can call the police
Cause Disco Dicks is playing at my house, my house
Cause Disco Dicks is playing at my house, my house
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10. |
Come Together
04:00
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Here come old flat top, he come
Grooving slowly, he got
Joo joo eyeballs, he one
Holy roller he got
Hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoe shine, he got
Toe jam footballs, he got
Monkey finger, he shoot
Coca-Cola, he say
I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together, right now, over me
He bag production, he got
Walrus gumboot, he got
Ono sideboard, he one
Spinal cracker, he got
Feet down below his knees
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together, right now, over me
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Disco Dicks Mannheim, Germany
Unroasted, 3-D ink-blood printed cosmic energy. Disco Dicks have returned from the future to save
you.
Tailored up in the 70s, partners in crime, close to the battlefront. Fuzing modern club sounds with beloved instruments of choice.
Heart of a rock band, smell of funk and the guilty pleasure of your French teacher’s aerobic pants.
Board the Falcon, open a bottle and turn yourself on autopilot.
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