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Propylheptyl
01:58
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Lucky you… out in the sun...
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From Soho to Chelsea
05:12
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From Soho to Chelsea, a suitcase in one hand
I walk trough the city, with my mind in the other hand
From Moscow to Paris, an engine in my feet
I stroll trough my pity, with my heart in the right hand
I've been a man with a stand, and I don't stand
The way you think about the man that I am
And what I want from you, is nothing more than
Your helping hand
Cause From Soho to Chelsea, a suitcase in one hand
I walk trough the city, with my mind in the other hand
From Tokyo To Bali, an island in my eye
I look for the city, that will take me to my band
I've been a man with a stand, and I don't stand
The way you think about the man that I am
And what I want from you, is nothing more than
Your helping hand,
Honey please, don't need a suit, just need the truth
Like my father allways said, you've got to help yourself
And the world will help you twice...
Like my father allways said, you've got to help yourself
Soho to Chelsea…
From Soho to Chelsea, a suitcase in one hand
I walk trough the city, with your mind in the other hand
I've been a man with a stand, and I don't stand
The way you think about the man that I am
And what I want from you, is nothing more than
Your helping hand,
An island in my eye, oh listen honey won't you, oh sugar
Lend me that helping hand, in the city of my dreams
I'm a take you to my band, don't need a suit just need the truth
Just see me for who I am, I got the money, I got the time
I got the money, I got the time
Oh darling all I want from you is your helping hand
All this don't matter, your helping hand, all I want oh please...
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Put my hand in the sink, and pull the drain
Wash those dirty dishes, they're all the same
Throw my brains down the drain, it's all the same
Show those dirty people, that I can aim
Put my hand in the sink, and pull the drain
Watch those dirty dishes, they're all the same
Let me tell you lady, it ain't easy…
Throw my brains down the drain, it's all the same
Shoot a gun in my feet, so they can sleep
I'm just a dirty thinker, a stupid git
I Can't see the world around me or the man within
Can't see the world around me or the man within
For you and me it would be easy, oh it would be easy
Shoot a gun in my feet, feel it women
Shoot a gun in my feet, so they can sleep
cause it won't take you three times to get me in your head
Please let me be, I ain't asking much from you, just to...
I don't think it's easy but I'm trying
I'm trying hard enough/easy
Right now, I don't know baby I don't know if that is true
Your only aim…
Now let me tell you lady, it ain't easy…
You ain't gonna pick them up
I shot a gun…
You ain't gonna pick them up
Hoo hoo
You ain't gonna pick them up for me or you
You're just gonna leave them there on the floor
For us to watch
Can't see the world around me, I'm just a dirty git
All these dirty dishes, they're all the same
Oh when mother told you, you where the same as all
These long haired people, with their, faded hopes
I'm not twice the man I thought I was last night
I'm not twice the man I thought I was last night…
Well now you see, you don't need nothing more than me
And my dirty moods, oh well let me tell you lady
I couldn't hear, nothing sweeter...
When you're juste looking at me like that..
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Oh now mother, let me tell you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes
Oh now mother, let me show you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes
Let me tell you what I need, oh let me tell you what I want
Cause I ain't trying, hard enough
You ain't trying, hard enough
You ain't trying, hard enough
Cause I ain't trying, things enough
Back In the days, in my room
You used to say to me things, I didn't want to hear
And as usual, I said to you the things
You didn't want to hear, neather of us was complete
Oh now mother, let me tell you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes
Oh now mother, let me show you
It ain't easy, without cigarettes
Back In the days, in my room
You used to say to me things, I didn't want to hear
And as usual, I said to you the things
You didn't want to hear, neather of us was complete...
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Soul Cooked
05:49
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Is it me, or are all those dirty dishes clean
Got over, all the things I never knew I would
Now I think I'm ready honey, tell me right or wrong
Woke up early this mornig, feeling the weight
Of tomorow on my lips
I just wan't to cry out, what I feel inside
Cause I got the time, I've got the money too
And I don't need no friends, no one to tell me otherwise
Let's see what happens…
I woke up very early this morning, and all I could feel
Was that crazy smile, sitting on my lips
My lady reminded me, this morning
I've got the time, I've got the money
Honey I don't need no…
Feeling the sweet, sweet weight of my happiness on my lips
Don't, don't you worry,
I think I finally understand myself right now
Don't, don't you worry,
She said don't you worry, everythings going to be ok
Everythings going to be ok, so don't you worry
Ain't gonna let nobody walk on my feet
Cause I've got the time, lady I've got the money too
And I don't need no one, not even you
To tell me otherwise, so don't you worry
Cause I know where I'm going, and I know what I want
Don't you worry, don't you...
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Sound of Leather
06:06
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I'll go to church on a sunday morning
I got no money in my pocket, but baby I'm trying
As hard as I can…
Oh now Sugar
I'll go to church on a sunday morning
I got no money in my pocket, but baby I'm trying
For you and for me…
I will go, I'll go tomorow, I'll go to church on a sunday morning
I will go, I'll go tomorow…
All I can hear is the sound of the leather in my pocket
Oh now Sugar
I will go, I'll go tomorow
Don't you look at me that way, I've got…
Cause I've been doing, I've been thinking,
I've been trying, I've been doing the things you always said I should…
For you
Cause I've been doing, I've been thinking,
I've been trying, I've been doing the things you always said I should…
For you
Cause I've been doing, I've thinking,
I've been trying, I've been doing the things you always said I should…
For you, as hard as I can...
I dig my hands in my pocket, can't hear nothing but the leather
Sound of leather, sweet, sweet sound of leather...
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Luky U Orlando, Florida
Lucas Dulac is a self realized multi talented artist. He was born in Lyon, France in 1991. Today Lucas is a passionnante
musician, photographer and filmmaker.
He was the lead singer & songwriter for his Funk-Rock band the Daffs from 2006 to 2010, during wich he explored the local Lyon music scene, and ended up signing on the French electronic music label Apostat as Luky U
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