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For Real
02:52
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For real
Way past midnight, mid-June
Rain on the pavement, no moon
The echo of her footsteps,, far away
Clicking in my brain nothing left to say
And I know it’s been a long time since I was making moves
I gave up all hope, but I don’t know what that proves
She is the real thing, no need to wait
She is the one I love, still afraid
And I know it’s been a long time since I was making moves
I gave up all hope, but I don’t know what that proves
She is for real
Like autumn, summer, spring
And I know that she will show me what my future life will bring
Looking into the dark, uncertain
Gotta go in her direction, still hurting
And I know it’s been a long time since I was making moves
I gave up all hope, but I don’t know what that proves
She is for real
Like autumn, summer, spring
Yeah, she will show me what my future life will bring
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2. |
Are You Louie?
03:17
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Are you Louie?
All the faces and façades in the city
The people in my dreams
All the pricey promenades in the city
Along the pretty streams
Man asking ‘are you Louie’ and It hit me
I didn’t wanna lie
I ain’t his friend but I don’t ever
Wanna see him cry
And his smile was so sincere, so I said ‘yes I am, hello
So glad to meet you here, I’m your friend from long ago’
But I don’t live here
I don’t belong here
I remember all the streets that I walked
Entered them through a gate
Looking for some shade in the park
Street sounds don’t penetrate
And his smile was so sincere, so I said ‘yes I am, hello
So glad to meet you here, I’m your friend from long ago’
But I don’t live here
I don’t belong here
Cold weather, cool people, kind strangers
I remember all the cities I stayed in
And where I liked it most
I’m certain no one’s ever called me Louie
Or took me for a ghost
These streets aren’t mine and I don’t look like you
These thoughts are mine and I know what to do
Cold weather, cool people, kind strangers
Hey man, are you Louie? Yeah, I am
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3. |
Bug Bite
03:00
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Bug Bite
Stop whining about your loss, lovers come and go
I’m sure it hurts but hey, come on, can’t be that big a blow
We all went through the same old shit, it’s not the end of the world
Looking past todays mishap, she’s not the only girl…she’s not
Yeah I know it should’ve lasted, but credits were a long way off
Saying ‘i love you’ is just the beginning, you need more to win her love
It just itches, don’t scratch, never helps, not even a bit
It takes two for every match, and a match is no sure fit…it’s not
It’s just a bug bite
All stories have an end, for better or worse they do
And if they end way to soon, it’s who did what to who
But it’s over when it’s over, all shows come to an end
Don’t feel sorry for yourself, it’s out of your control…yeah it is
It’s just a bug bite
Do you want your own name in the credits of your game?
Then pull yourself together now, don’t try to take the blame
It’s just a bug bite
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Copy Cat
04:40
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Copy Cat
Oh, this is really great, I can see it every day
From my point of view, just like I always knew
The scenery never changes, but I do
My interpretation can be different
Can change it as often as I like ah whoo hoo
I’m your favorite pet, Copy Cat
I’m like a photographer at a wedding party
I can be present, yeah, if you want to hire me
So you can remember everything, the cake cutting and the ‘yes I do’
I’m not a part of the party, like a goldfish in a bowl, ah whoo hoo
I’m your favorite pet, I’m Copy Cat
I disappear in my surroundings, looking out from my own world into yours
Hiding behind my fish-eyed lens, my ultra-wide distorted view
will give an accurate account of all that happened, and all you stood for
There’s no interpretation other than mine
I’m not a part of the party, here to make you feel fine whoo hoo
I’m your favorite pet, I’m Copy Cat
What you see is what you get, I’m Copy Cat
I disappear in my surroundings, looking out from my own world into yours
The way you feel and the way you behave make me wonder:
Are you sincere? Or are your feelings an ornament, to accentuate your behavior?
I’m your favorite pet, I’m Copy Cat
What you see is what you get, I’m Copy Cat, ah whoo hoo
Just as any other Copy Cat, I copy the world, in images, in text, in data – that’s my job
I’m a Copy Cat of the human soul, I can feel what you feel – hello!
“Of the multiple origins of every work, the most important is the least easy to describe”,
as it was written in the runout of a record called Copy Cats by Johnny & Patti
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5. |
Under The Loop
03:50
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Under the Loop
Under the Loop in old Chicago
I saw this girl, whole lot of bravado
She was walking on Wabash the L train above her head
She was very convincing, the best view I ever had
I followed her to Madison street
She got a takeaway at the Sweetgreen, so sweet
Then suddenly she turned around and saw me looking
‘Do you want a bite of this extremely good cooking’
I said no, just had me some deep dish
I ain’t looking for food, I’m looking for you
She said ‘that’s alright but I don’t need a man
And a stalker is not what I need at all’
I couldn’t resist, my feet kept on going
The same rhythm I heard, at the house of blues
And then a train above made a sudden metallic screech
Just when I said ‘I love…’ she was out of reach
I tried to repeat what I thought I had to tell her
But she looked the other way and never heard a word
This story ends where it started
Under the Loop where we parted
Tried to explain to myself what I thought had happened
But I couldn’t make sense of her presence anyhow
Then I saw her again, illuminated
‘I’m this city’, she explained to me
I am Chicago, I am the streets
I am the train I am the towers
I am the blues I am the food
I am the people I am Chicago
And I love you, I love you
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6. |
Mild West
02:50
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Mild West
Emptiness in Tombstone, a village so surreal
Actors down in Allen Street to fake a Western feel
The gunfight is a show, O.K. Corral
Nothing is as deep fake as an acted rebel yell
Shop owner wears a gun just below his hip
He’s only gonna use it if a tourist skips the till
Back and forth in front of all those Rawhide styled saloons
Rides this stagecoach from a Lucky Luke cartoon
And the sign says be a winner, take a friend to dinner
But all you want to do up there is be a total sinner
The strangest place I know, more fake than Vegas’ Strip
A copy of a copy in need of cowboy showmanship
I’m sure the west is tamed like a shootout-themed décor
Only tourists are real when the gunmen take the floor
This town is fading like a forgotten souvenir
Best to leave it there and let it slowly disappear
Emptiness in Tombstone, a village so surreal
Actors down in Allen Street to fake a Western feel
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7. |
Block The Box
03:32
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Block The Box
To know me is to love me, to know me is to care
To care for me is to marry me, to know me is being there
Love, the American way
We’re all in competition
Not to be left alone
Say yes for your admission
Be part of the family, joining in is great
Two rings will sign it off, no need for a second date
The fear of missing out is the fear of self esteem
Just stop looking up, don’t believe in the dream
You gotta block the box, block the box
When I said ‘I love you’, her reply was unexpected
She said oh, oh my boy, you’re gonna be rejected
Love, the American way
We all want recognition
To live a life off camera
Is a crime against ambition
Be part of the family, you need us to be near
Two rings will sign it off, do I make myself clear?
The fear of missing out is the fear of self esteem
Just stop looking up, don’t believe in the dream
You gotta block the box, block the box
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8. |
Seize The Day
03:12
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Seize The Day
Use the time you got, use it well or not
Don’t give up too soon, try another tune
If the good times don’t inspire you, I’m sure the bad times will
If bad times don’t teach you anything, make sure the good times will
Well our past life catches up on us
What lies ahead doesn’t matter, yesterday’s what counts
If the good times don’t inspire you, I’m sure the bad times will
If bad times don’t teach you anything, make sure the good times will
Graves are a great place to talk
Dead don’t lie or try to walk
Read the stones and get the words
Prepare yourself, don’t get hurt
Too hot in the shade, join the heat parade
Keep your head all clear, last another year
If the good times don’t inspire you, I’m sure the bad times will
If bad times don’t teach you anything, make sure the good times will
City’s fading, mind the gap
Use back alleys, change the map
Worship Plaza meets the sky
Prepare yourself and multiply
Use the time you got, use it well or not
Don’t give up too soon, try another tune
If this song doesn’t inspire you, I’m sure the next song will
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9. |
The Rebel Kind
02:54
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The Rebel Kind
The end of the century will bring us a cemetery
Of hypes and trends and trips
Of egos all modern and hip, oh yeah
The end of the century will bring us a cemetery
Of bits and sites and blips
Of sounds and pics and clips
Of hypes and wannabees
Of egos full of fantasies
We are waiting for the return of the rebel kind
The end of the century will bring us a cemetery
The future is yours to see, out of the ordinary
A.I.
Crisp-R
Beyond what you need
Too much, until you bleed
We are waiting for the return of the rebel kind
This fin-de-siècle feeling is just a pose
Dancing ‘the vulcano’ preludes our collective overdose
So we are waiting for the return of the rebel kind
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10. |
Rainbow
05:04
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Rainbow
If you want to see a rainbow get ready for some rain
If you want to feel anything better accept some pain
If you wanna be with me girl join me on my trip
If you want to tag along you’ll need an iron grip
I’m ready to share my pain with you, now gimme yours, gimme yours
If you want to see a rainbow get ready for some rain
If we make it to the main show I’ll get a bottle of champagne
If you want to have some fun join me on my tour
We’ll get our act together this trip ‘ll be our cure
I’m ready to share my joy with you, now gimme yours, gimme yours
I’m ready to share my joy with you, now gimme yours, gimme yours
If you want to see a rainbow get ready for some rain
Colours above the city illusion for the brain
Let’s get back on the highway to get a better view
We’ll watch it glow together our romantic rendezvous
I’m ready to share my joy with you, now gimme yours, gimme yours
Get ready for some rain
Get ready
Get ready
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11. |
Drive!
02:38
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Drive!
You’re not from Amsterdam
You’ve got a special van
Seems like you don’t understand
You’re not from Rotterdam
Gotta try everything you can
This party’s getting out of hand
You gotta drive, drive!
You’re working on your tan
You’re welcome in San Fran
You’re driving mommy’s old sedan
You’re not from Birmingham
Really like that minivan?
Looks like you don’t have a plan
You gotta drive, drive!
You sound like you’re from Chicago
And not from New Orleans
You sure look French to me
Somewhere in my dreams
You gotta drive, drive!
Must be a caravan?
Best fish food from Japan?
You’re here for the ‘regular’?
You gotta drive, drive!
You gotta drive, drive! Go home
You gotta drive, drive! Back to
You gotta drive, drive! Where you belong
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12. |
Geisha Girl
02:47
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Geisha Girl
In a honky tonk down in Tokio
Where the men wear short sleeves all night long
Was this smart young girl, all ‘Harajuku’
She was all dressed up, traditional style
Like she just came in from another world
‘I do what I want, I don’t care what you do’
While walking the streets of Shibuya
I saw the same girl at the Tawa Rekodo
Like standing in front of the Candy a go go
She was buying some records, don’t get me wrong
Humming some Elvis, made me sing along
Her smile just made me follow her right away
Geisha Girl, Geisha World
Well I don’t know where you live
And I don’t know who you are
And I don’t speak any Japanese
You’re like a real life avatar
So I decided, when I got back home
To pick up my guitar
And write a song about you, my real life avatar
Geisha Girl, Geisha World
Sitting here alone in my studio
Where the memory of you from weeks ago
Is still as fresh as the first day of summer
So I wrote this song just for you
I hope you like it ‘cause you’re my muse
My reminder of you, 3 chords strumming
Geisha Girl, Geisha World
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Allard J.J. Amsterdam, Netherlands
Allard J.J. started as a musician in Amsterdam back in 1979. Former bands include L'Attentat, Claw Boys Claw and Sonic Heat.
After a 20 year break from the music industry, he released Uncovered in 2020 and Under The Loop in 2023.
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