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Old and Boring
03:41
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When I was 22 in -99 and feeling blue
Didn’t know what to do
Only had that one tattoo
Picked up my friend’s credit card,
Got that brand new sweet guitar and flew
Arrived at LAX, far from rain and a bitter ex
Not such a big success, we played for ten or maybe less
Still the songs stuck in my head, brought my nightcap straight to bed with you.
Imagine how it could have been….
Sending love across the waters.
Hard to stay apart, need one more, is this the end for us?
Kinda hoped that this would be eternal.
Last time I saw you, was in Wall Street Journal.
Never ending happy endings.
Going home alone, this is just another song…
Look at me, I´m telling myself stories.
Oh, I guess that we’re just old and boring now.
Fast forward 41, still remember how much fun.
Back when it all begun, it surely felt like such a run.
Big applause in Little Rock, Stillwater and Stoli shock
And California sun….
Still missing Ocean Beach, the next big tour seems outta reach.
I’m down here on my knees, I try to practice what I preach
Still I’m playing my guitar, the kids have been put safely into sleep.
Imagine what it could have been…
I can still remember every night
You stood up and saved me from that fight
Dancing on the rooftop of our van in Chicago
After our worst show, all these memories
Hard to let go…
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Faded Photographs
03:39
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There was a time when it felt right, was I time when I felt young
I was breezing through the days, not alone still holding on.
Now, every time I close my eyes, I can always see the same
When I open them back up, nothing left, but sense of misery, cannot believe, why did you put me through this?
The words you screamed at me when you first left.
Faded photographs, of a face that I once knew, can still tell that it’s you, can still feel that it hurts
I always felt I was to blame. All I knew back then was shame.
You convinced me to believe, we shared the same thoughts.
Finally, I realized, could see through all of your lies.
Confidence has been through fights.
I won’t give up on finding who I used to be, the one I wasn´t so ashamed of.
I’m never going back down Memory Lane.
Faded photographs, of a face that I once knew, can still tell that it´s you, can still feel that it hurts
Even though you’re gone. Even though we carry on.
There’s something left inside, something that still burns.
Did you ever have regrets? Can’t believe you put me through that test.
Did you ever feel the pain? Like I felt when you drove me insane.
I still recall that face. Remember how it was. I thought I had it hall.
Now all that I have left are faded photographs.
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3. |
The Letter
02:05
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Slumber, long way out of the bed
Snooze the alarm one more time
Going nowhere, hurry back home
Assuring that you’re doing fine
I know it’s hard for you.
Still know it hurts.
If I could make some sense, I’d write you a letter.
Daytime, nighttime, time to forget.
Tomorrow will be like before.
Pause for anger, Space for regrets.
Control-Alt-Delete, final score.
I know it’s hard for you.
Still know it hurts.
If I could make some sense, I’d write you a letter.
Laughing, and yet I never see you smiling
For all the years that you’ve been hiding
You never seem to get away.
Infected, yet somehow seem to be resistant
And though I cannot find a way
To figure out what to say
To make sure that it’s all ok.
I know it’s hard for you.
Still know it hurts.
If I could make some sense, I’d write you a letter.
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4. |
Good Boy
03:14
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Never a question to ask, I found myself lost in the past.
Guess I was too young to know, not too old to care.
I wasn’t left all alone, still anxious for reasons unknown.
Maybe I just couldn’t tell, or recognize fear.
Years come. Years fade. Circles never end.
Silence is soaked by the rain, not able to forget the pain.
Apologies always need words or that’s what I’m told.
Never a reason to break, for sure it was too much to take.
You never could stand the heat and now it turned cold.
Years come. Years fade. Circles never end.
Way back when I was a good boy.
Way before agony. Before dreams turned to apathy.
Not sure when they lost their good boy, along with their empathy.
There’s no way that leads back to start and I’m still afraid of the dark.
There won’t be a chorus in this. There were too many lines you did miss.
The lyrics have withered away like promises made.
I taught myself how to shut up and acted like I could just cope.
Now I will leave this dying for good. It must fade away.
Years come. Years fade.
Way back when I was a good boy.
Way before agony. Before dreams turned to apathy.
Not sure when they lost their good boy, along with their empathy.
There’s no way that leads back to start and I’m still afraid…
It never ends, won’t make amends,
But way back when I was a good boy.
Way before agony. Before dreams turned to apathy.
Not sure when they lost their good boy, along with their empathy.
There’s no way that leads back to start.
I’m still afraid of the dark.
Yes, I’m still afraid of the dark.
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5. |
Phonebox 84
03:58
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Down on her knees as he’s hanging up the phone.
Left with regrets and she’s ending up alone.
Monsters in the closet as she cries.
There’s years to come of bigotry and lies.
Hate suffocates and she’s shattered broken glass.
Present is absent like future, only past.
Heart skips beats, the doorbell once again.
If only it could be a long lost friend.
Where you gonna go when the map’s been torn apart from the start?
And the road is ending never ending.
Who you’re gonna be when the world is upside down?
Another round. Sick of understanding, still pretending.
What if she could have slept?
What if she could forget?
What if she didn’t act?
And didn’t face the fact “it’s just like this”.
If she could close her eyes, separate truth from lies.
If only this disguise would cut the final ties.
It’s not like this.
Cannot be like this.
Where you gonna go when the map is torn?
Where you gonna go when the map is torn?
Where you gonna go when the map is torn?
Where you gonna go when the map is torn?
From the start?
Yet the road is bending never ending.
Who you’re gonna be when the world is upside down?
Another round. Sick of understanding, still pretending.
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goldenboy Bergen, Norway
Meet your Norwegian pop-punk-provider. goldenboy has been around since way back in 1999.
4 US tours with
just about 100 concerts in 25 states in the early 2000's, 6 Euro Tours, 3 albums and 3 EP's later, the band returned last summer, after a laid-back couple of years with their new EP "Adult Disoriented Rock" .
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