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Force Majeure
02:09
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True love, coming from the skies above
Is a feeling best kept close to heart
Once opened, gates let flood waters inundate
When they’re gone, what can be done to go on?
“Someone always pays”
Shooting stars are but collisions from afar
For all their beauty, they’re meaningless
You’re in my constellation for all time
But am past you, across the universe
“Someone always pays
No one ever stays”
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Hamlet's Blues
02:17
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Close to a thrill as I can get
Putting in my pocket something I’ve not paid for yet
Been hanging on to things ain’t plainly true
Made a fool of myself, as only a man can do
“And I love no one”
Reaching out ain’t hard
But finding someone ain’t so easy
Wearing that placard
Saying ‘Kick me, I’m needy’
Twisted tales of who has done me wrong
Inspire no help from what’s dusted, done and gone
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Here Comes the Night
02:31
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It’s so tempting to stay at home
When I don’t want to see no one
I got all I need but you
Hit the button and I touch the world
From the comfort of my easy chair
I got all I need but you
“Here comes the night again”
Got your picture to save my screen
Got your speed dial upon my phone
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I Can't Bleed
03:36
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Brushed up, cologned, teeth and eyes are shone
Got to be my best
Sun shady bough,
Take a nip for the stalwart gentleman’s test
“I can’t bleed everyday for you
Am just going through some changes with you”
When someone saves your life does it mean they’s owning it?
Love comes asunder, and I wonder – do I got to hand it in?
“I can’t bleed everyday for you
Am just passing through some changes for you”
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In the Morning
02:33
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In the morning will you rise, will you wake up?
In the evening have you my desire, shall we make love?
“So wired, so tired, so fired by you”
You’ve been good to me and so let’s be nice, not mistake up
I been good to you I know that we when we break up
Love is little things, like plucking these six strings
Desires that would take wing can sting
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Under Influences
02:26
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A picture, that’s all, a curious call
Silly of me to want to get to know you more
Fires inspiration, cause and foundation
What’s possible, what is not – confused for a spell
“What’s was what what was what’s washed far away
Words weave and waspish draw attention my way
Hope is tall grasses that grow fast and sway
Under influences”
Am driven to dreams, I fly territories
Scenarios as these put me at risk yet again
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Placeholder
02:23
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Since you set me free, I had no one to take home with me
I been waiting
Since you broke my smile, I been lonely as an only child
I been wailing
“But my river ain’t running dry”
Autumn comes around, hopes to reconcile have gone to ground
I been failing
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t happened again yesterday
Just when I though that I got away from the though police
Sliding off my tongue, a casual statement is flung
See its reception – what have I done with my glossary?
“I said something without meaning now I know I was wrong
If I was unkind, can I rewind where that come from?
If I say it without meaning can I change my mind?”
For instance, when I’ve had a drink
I wager my wages I’ll say something that’s going to come out strong
‘Cos those are the ways, chucking in my chip shop days
Brought up by handstand then led astray by a wicked plan
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Enchante!
02:57
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From her manifold arms, you push the quiet alarms
You put away all the thoughts reminding you you’re here
Just in case someone arrives, spoils a long-awaited surprise
There’s a lock upon the door turned twice
“Girls you’ve seen before
Those that you adore
Enchante!”
A summer sunlight dress that skirts behind the blinds
Sensitive skins run the best in tenderness
Snowflakes on the tongue of kisses hard-won
Embraces low-slung mid-afternoon
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Clutch Hitter's Song
03:27
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Well I don’t feel much like saying, “Dobry den” today
I chased some skirt, ore my shirt trying to drink these blues away
Wherever else am going, am sure to be the last to knowing
People tell me that it’s showing, that’s what they say
See, I don’t quite know what part am meant to play
Seems I let ambition go astray
Regardless of my wishing, am never nearer my life’s mission
Got to galvanise my vision or lose my way
If living by my passion’s means there’s going to be a hell to pay
For the things I hold in high regard
And the ways that am trying hard
Am giving the whole nine yards
Whatever gives life meaning – I’ll never stop believing
So I step up the plate to make my play
Swinging out for the stands come Saturday
If am to I’ll something that wasn’t here yesterday
Am going to bust out playing my own tunes, come what may
No more will I dither
Am going to bust those blues baby loose and make some hay
Be a clutch hitter
Am going to live my life, let my own lights lead the way
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Why Oh Why
02:34
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You tell me, you sell me out on a promise for a handful of beans
All I done is keep my mouth shut ‘cos am not a man of means
You say you got position, I got to genuflect to you
You won’t ge t no submission, though I give respect where it’s due
“Why oh why do I oh do I
Feed the hand that bites me?”
You smell me, you sniff me out like a beast going through the bush
Is it something in your nature that you feel like you feel that you ought to crush?
I couldn’t do no better, turned my cheek like a real christian
Každý dobrý skutek je po zásluze potrestán
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A Woman So Bad
03:16
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Caught me out, round about midnight
Looking bold for someone to hold
Where I won’t go
“Never needed a woman so bad”
I’m the lout, it’s my shout this time
Reminding me am not so free
Am not just one
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Tumbleweed Love
02:52
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I hope the rain don’t come while am wearing my suit
I get the silver fox blues, now ain’t that the truth?
Those sidelong eyes of women passing by seem to miss me in my scrubs
It’s a world of sakes and appearances
“Tumbleweed love”
You wish you’d hot in your hands a flight for fair lands
Blue skies and fresh fruit, a new bathing suit
Regards from those guys as you sashay by
Is it sand that’s in your eye, to think perhaps those days are drub?
Life leaves a pale worn out hue
You sit in the dark ‘cos you’re feeling so blue
The ink in your arm has lost some of its charm
Now it’s not defined as tightly as it was
But what is?
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Miss Dalton's Dream
04:21
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All those sleeveless summer days spent in or outside the mall
In the garden with the door open
All those neon thrilling nights waiting for some chance to come
A dance, a song, some electric kiss, fumbling for bliss
“No you won’t be coming back this way again
The past is such a lonely place to live
Got to relight those dreams – the ones your bills put paid to
‘Cos you won’t be coming back”
Holding photos in your hands, watching videos of forgotten bands
Now you’ve lost all affections
Walk along the beach till sunrise ‘cos you got no home
Dramatise and drink to first times
Now you’re giving it some
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Trey Roque Prague, Czechia
Songwriter, musician, producer, author.
Trey’s influences lean into the 70s – whatever the genre.
His warm voice and song stylings have been described as “Bowie meets Beck on the back of the bus”.
From out of Liverpool, Trey Roque lives in Prague (CZ), where he makes his music by hand, soup to nuts. So to speak.
His music is only here on Bandcamp, at his shows, and his website.
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