1. |
Right Hand Woman
03:05
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MY ANGEL DON’T HAVE WINGS,
SHE DON’T DANCE, SHE WON’T SING.
DON’T HAVE MONEY OR THE PRETTY THINGS,
SHE TELLS ME I’M HER EVERYTHING.
SHE’S TOUGH, SHE’S ENOUGH,
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
AND SHE’S MADE OF THE RIGHT STUFF,
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
MY ANGEL DON’T BELIEVE,
IN FAIRY TALES OR WAY OUT DREAMS.
DON’T LIKE HEAVEN OR EARTH IT SEEMS,
SHE TELLS ME I’M HER EVERYTHING.
SHE’S TOUGH, SHE’S ENOUGH,
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
AND SHE’S MADE OF THE RIGHT STUFF,
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
STRAIGHT AHEAD ON A ONE WAY TRACK,
SHE GOES HARD, SHE DON’T LOOK BACK.
MY ANGEL’S 5’8 TALL,
A LONDON GIRL WITH A SOUTH WEST DRAWL.
SHE DON’T LIE AND SHE DON’T SIN,
SHE TELLS ME I’M HER EVERYTHING.
SHE’S TOUGH, SHE’S ENOUGH,
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
AND SHE’S MADE OF THE RIGHT STUFF,
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
SHE’S MY RIGHT HAND WOMAN.
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2. |
If The Drugs Don't Do It
03:01
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SHOULD’VE WOKE UP FOR THAT MIDNIGHT SNACK,
I’D HAVE CAUGHT THOSE BAD GUYS IN THE ACT.
TWO ALL BEEF BURGERS AND A SIDE OF FRIES,
PAN AT THE READY, I’D HAVE COOKED THOSE GUYS.
YOU TAKE A POOR MANS HARD EARNED CASH,
WITHOUT A TRACE, IN JUST A FLASH.
I HOPE YOU ROT LIKE A CORE ON A SILL,
CAUSE’ IF THE DRUGS DON’T DO IT, SOMEONE WILL.
MY WRITTEN WORDS ARE NOW LONG GONE,
LITTLE TRUTHS PLACED IN A SONG.
PHOTOGRAPHS I JUST CAN’T REPLACE,
SPECIAL MOMENTS, LOST IN SPACE.
YOU TAKE A POOR MANS HARD EARNED CASH,
WITHOUT A TRACE, IN JUST A FLASH.
I HOPE YOU ROT LIKE A CORE ON A SILL,
CAUSE’ IF THE DRUGS DON’T DO IT, SOMEONE WILL.
SO WHEN YOUR PRIZE SHOOTS UP YOUR NOSE,
I HOPE IT HURTS, HOPE IT SHOWS.
LIKE THE BROKEN HEART UPON MY SLEEVE,
LEFT TO ME YOU WOULD, NEVER BREATHE.
I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A GENTLE MAN,
I DON’T SMACK THE DOG IF IT BITES MY HAND.
I WON’T TREAD ON ANOTHER MANS TOES,
BUT I WON’T STAND BY, YOU KNOW.
YOU TAKE A POOR MANS HARD EARNED CASH,
WITHOUT A TRACE, IN JUST A FLASH.
I HOPE YOU ROT LIKE A CORE ON A SILL,
CAUSE’ IF THE DRUGS DON’T DO IT, SOMEONE WILL
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YOU TAKE A POOR MANS HARD EARNED CASH,
WITHOUT A TRACE, IN JUST A FLASH.
I’M NOT A MAN WHO WOULD SHOOT TO KILL,
IF THE DRUGS DON’T DO IT, SOMEONE WILL.
IF THE DRUGS DON’T DO IT, SOMEONE WILL,
IF THE DRUGS DON’T DO IT, SOMEONE WILL.
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3. |
Too Fat To Do That
03:24
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I LOVE MY BURGERS AND FRIES,
A LITTLE EXTRA GREASE ON THE SIDE.
NOW I CAN’T BUMP AND I CAN’T GRIND,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT, WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
WELL I GET MY STUFF ONLINE,
IT SUITS ME OH SO FINE.
I LET MY FINGERS DO THE WALKING MILES,
CAUSE’ I'M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT, WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I LIKE MY NEW TV,
REMOTE CONTROLLED FOR ME.
CAN’T RUN, CAN’T JUMP LIKE THE MAN ON SCREEN,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT, WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
SO I DRIVE A BIG FAT CAR,
IT TAKES ME NEAR AND FAR.
WON’T USE THE LEGS THE GOOD LORD GAVE,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
MY GOOD GIRL DON’T LOVE ME,
CAN’T FIND THE BIT SHE NEEDS.
BEEN LOST FOR YEARS IN THE OVERHANG,
NOW I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I GOT A SMALL MARQUEE,
IT’S THE SIZE THAT JUST FITS ME.
I’D LIKE TO WEAR JEANS OR TIGHT WHITE TEE’S,
BUT I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT, WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
WAY TOO FAT TO DO THAT,
CAN’T BEND OVER, CAN’T TOUCH MY TOES,
CAUSE’ I’M TOO FAT TO DO THAT.
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4. |
Twisted Willow
04:11
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UNDERNEATH ITS’ CANOPY,
SUNLIGHT NEVER GETS TO ME,
NO RAYS TO TOUCH THE CHOSEN SKIN,
NO LIPS WILL KISS THE TAKEN.
A RAZOR BLADE TO SLICE THE BUDS,
SHOULD FRUIT APPEAR TO BEAR,
AND WHEN I FIND THAT PERFECT SUNDAY,
I WILL NOT BE THERE,
EVERYDAY IN RAIN OR SUNLIGHT,
ITS’ TWISTED BRANCHES KNOW,
IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME,
THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
THE BARK IS SMOOTH, SOFT TO TOUCH,
NO EDGES EVER SHOW,
BUT UNDERNEATH FROM POISON THOUGHT,
THE TWISTED WILLOW KNOWS.
IT’LL RAISE THE CORE FOUNDATION,
OF THE LONGEST STANDING HOME,
BREAK STRAIGHT THROUGH YOUR WALLS AND DOORS,
IT KNOWS IF YOUR ALONE.
EVERYDAY IN RAIN OR SUNLIGHT,
ITS’ TWISTED BRANCHES KNOW,
IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME,
THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME,
THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
PALE THE LEAVES THAT FALL TO GROUND,
WITHER THERE AND DIE,
SPRING TO LIFE EVERY TIME OF YEAR,
I WILL NOT STAND BY.
TAKING ALL, NEVER GIVING BACK,
TO THE GROUND IN WHICH IT STANDS,
LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT CIRCUMSTANCE,
TO COVER ITS’ DEMANDS.
EVERYDAY IN RAIN OR SUNLIGHT,
ITS’ TWISTED BRANCHES KNOW,
IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME,
THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
IT’S THE VINE THAT CHOKES THE LIFE FROM ME,
THE TWISTED WILLOW GROWS.
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The Woodstore
03:14
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THERE’S A PARTY TONIGHT AND IT’S ALL AROUND TOWN,
MUSIC WILL SOON FILL THE AIR.
AND THE PEOPLE WILL COME, FROM WIDE AND AFAR,
I’M PLAYING THERE, TONIGHT.
HE BUILT IT SO SHE, SHE WON’T BE MISSING,
THE SOUNDS, AND PEOPLE SHE LOVES.
MUSIC I’LL BRING YOU, MY FRAGILE SWEET DARLING,
AND OUR HOME WILL BECOME THE WOODSTORE.
ENDLESS BEER FLOWS, THE GRILL SMOKES LIKE ME,
STRANGERS BECOME, ONE BIG FAMILY. AND THE MUSIC BEGINS, THE FACES LIGHT UP,
THEY’RE SLAPPING HARD, ON THE PALMS OF THEIR HANDS. HE BUILT IT SO SHE, SHE WON’T BE MISSING,
THE SOUNDS, AND PEOPLE SHE LOVES.
MUSIC I’LL BRING YOU, MY FRAGILE SWEET DARLING,
AND OUR HOME WILL BECOME THE WOODSTORE.
A POLISH COWBOY, RECALLING THE DAY,
THE WALL TUMBLED DOWN AND HE SAW HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND.
THEY CAN TRAVEL, TOGETHER FOREVER,
ON A HORSE THEY CAN RIDE, INTO A GOLDEN SUNSET. HE BUILT IT SO SHE, SHE WON’T BE MISSING,
THE SOUNDS, AND PEOPLE SHE LOVES.
MUSIC I’LL BRING YOU, MY FRAGILE SWEET DARLING,
AND OUR HOME WILL BECOME THE WOODSTORE. SADDLE UP I’M TRAVELLING SOON, I’M COMIN’ BACK NEXT YEAR.
MUSIC I’LL BRING YOU, MY FRAGILE SWEET DARLING,
AND OUR HOME WILL BECOME THE WOODSTORE.
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Doggin'
03:20
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SITTIN’ IN THE CARPARK AT DEVILS DYKE TONIGHT, SWEETHEART BY MY SIDE AND THE MOOD WAS FEELIN’ RIGHT. CARS STARTED ROLLIN’ IN ONE, TWO, THREE,
LINED UP LIKE A TROOP OF MONKEYS HANGING FROM A TREE. WE WERE SWEPT UP IN THE FEVER,
THE DAILY SWINGERS CATCH, WRAPPED UP IN A DIRTY SHEET, A MESSY LITTLE PATCH.
DOGGIN’ IN THE CAR PARK, DOGGIN’ IN THE WOODS,
DOGGIN’ MUST BE SATISFYING, DOGGIN’ MUST BE GOOD, MAKING ALL THE SAME MOVES, LIKE A DIRTY DOG WOULD DO.
PARKED IT UP AT STOKE WOOD, TIME TO REST OUR HEADS, LONG DAYS TRAVEL, IT WAS TIME TO HIT THE BED. STARTED ROLLIN’ IN, KNOCKIN’ AT THE DOOR,
GRABBED MY TRUSTY WHEEL BRACE, I WAS NAKED WITH A CAUSE.
WE WERE SWEPT UP IN THE FEVER,
THE DAILY SWINGERS CATCH, WRAPPED UP IN A DIRTY SHEET, A MESSY LITTLE PATCH.
DOGGIN’ IN THE CAR PARK, DOGGIN’ IN THE WOODS,
DOGGIN’ MUST BE SATISFYING, DOGGIN’ MUST BE GOOD, MAKING ALL THE SAME MOVES, LIKE A DIRTY DOG WOULD DO.
DOGGIN’ IS THE GAME THEY PLAY,
COULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY.
NEVER KNEW OUR LOVE, WAS ON DISPLAY,
ALL MY SECRET MAN MOVES TAKEN AWAY.
WIND AMONGST THE TREETOPS, RUSTLE OF THE LEAVES, PANTING FROM THE NEXT CAR, FLAGPOLE TO THE BREEZE,
WE WERE SWEPT UP IN THE FEVER,
THE DAILY SWINGERS CATCH, WRAPPED UP IN A DIRTY SHEET, A MESSY LITTLE PATCH.
DOGGIN’ IN THE CAR PARK, DOGGIN’ IN THE WOODS,
DOGGIN’ MUST BE SATISFYING, DOGGIN’ MUST BE GOOD, MAKING ALL THE SAME MOVES, LIKE A DIRTY DOG WOULD DO. MAKING ALL THE SAME MOVES, LIKE A DIRTY DOG WOULD DO.
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7. |
Bullets To Bite
03:57
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I STAY UP ALL NIGHT THINKING,
WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
ALWAYS THOUGHT I’D BE IMPORTANT,
BUT I GUESS THAT THOUGHT’S LONG GONE.
I’M LIKE A SPERM DONOR DADDY,
LOOKING THROUGH THE BOWL,
AT THREE LITTLE FISHES SWIMMING ROUND’ AND AROUND,
AND I KNOW, LORD I KNOW.
YEAH I KNOW IT JUST AIN’T RIGHT,
I’VE GOT MY BULLETS TO BITE,
I’M CHEWING ON LEAD, AND ITS BLOWING MY HEAD
CLEAN OFF MY SHOULDERS TONIGHT, OH TONIGHT.
I WAKE UP EACH DAY THINKING,
WILL I SEE YOUR FACES TONIGHT?
WILL I GET TO PASS ALL THE YEARS AND THE TEARS,
THAT I KNOW, WILL HELP YOU SURVIVE?
I’M JUST A CASUAL EMPLOYEE
OF A FAMILY TRUST,
DOING WHAT I OUGHT TO WHEN I’M TOLD THAT I MUST,
AND I KNOW, LORD I KNOW.
YEAH I KNOW IT JUST AIN’T RIGHT,
I’VE GOT MY BULLETS TO BITE,
I’M CHEWING ON LEAD, AND ITS BLOWING MY HEAD
CLEAN OFF MY SHOULDERS TONIGHT, OH TONIGHT.
AND EVERY MINUTE I CAN FIND I’M TAKING,
CAUSE’ I KNOW ITS MINE.
DAYS WILL PASS, YEARS GO BY,
YOU’LL GROW UP, I’LL SOON DIE.
IF I GET MY CHANCE I’M GONNA SIT YOU DOWN,
TELL YOU ALL THE REASONS I WAS NEVER AROUND.
I WAS DOING WHAT I DID IN MY OWN LITTLE WAY,
TRYING TO PAINT A PICTURE
YOU COULD HANG UP SOMEDAY,
AND I KNOW, YEAH I KNOW.
YEAH I KNOW IT JUST AIN’T RIGHT,
I’VE GOT MY BULLETS TO BITE,
I’M CHEWING ON LEAD, AND ITS BLOWING MY HEAD
CLEAN OFF MY SHOULDERS TONIGHT, OH TONIGHT.
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8. |
Dirty Clothes
03:04
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FLOORDROBE’S PILING UP AGAIN,
A FRAYED OLD COTTON MOUNTAIN.
GREASE, OIL AND PAINT STAINED CLOTH,
NO WAY THAT I CAN COUNT EM’.
THEY TELL A STORY OF MY LIFE,
I LOVE EM’ EVERY THREAD,
THEY MAY LOOK SAD, HIT MY NOSE,
FROM THE END OF THIS OLD BED.
BUT I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD, IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.
THEY COME WHEN I WHISTLE,
AND THEY JUMP RIGHT ON MY BACK.
IRON OUT THEIR CREASES,
LIKE A COIN ON A RAILWAY TRACK.
THEY WALK ACROSS MY DARKENED ROOM,
IN PERFECT ORDER TOO,
SOCKS, JEANS, T SHIRT,
AND MY LAZY DANCING SHOES.
BUT I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD, IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.
THEY’VE DONE THE MILES IN BROKEN CARS,
TIME IN FOREIGN PLACES.
KEPT ME WARM IN BORROWED BEDS,
MISSING ALL THEIR BLANKETS.
TO HELL WITH ALL YOU FASHION CRITICS,
PIN UP BOYS IN WHITE,
I KNOW WHAT SUITS THIS SHELL OF MINE,
I DON’T CARE IF IT AIN’T RIGHT.
CAUSE’ I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD, IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.
I FEEL GOOD, I FEEL GOOD,
I FEEL GOOD IN MY DIRTY CLOTHES.
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THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
SOUL ON EVERY BEND,
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND.
I’VE BEEN TRAVELLING ON,
TOO MANY ROADS THIS YEAR,
SIXTEEN THOUSAND MILES,
AND I’M LUCKY TO BE HERE.
SEEN A LOT OF TRAGEDY,
SHAKESPEARES FINAL FLING,
LIFE’S A GREAT BIG FEATHER BED,
WE HURRY TO GET IN.
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
SOUL ON EVERY BEND,
HE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
TAKING MORE THAN IT REQUIRES,
EVERY NOW AND THEN IT SMILES.
IT OFFERS YOU A JUDGEMENT DAY,
A TICKET FOR THE SHOW,
THE UNFORGIVING ANGELS TRACK,
FREEDOM KEEPS YOU COMING BACK.
SEEN A LOT OF BROKEN BRANCHES,
FLASHING LIGHTS ON CARS,
HEADS UPON ITS’ SHOULDERS,
LIKE MY ARM ON THIS GUITAR.
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
SOUL ON EVERY BEND,
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
TAKING MORE THAN IT REQUIRES,
EVERY NOW AND THEN IT SMILES.
ITS’ HEART IS DARK, MYSTERIOUS,
A POKER FACE IT SHOWS,
NEVER LETTING ON TO YOU,
WHAT THE NEXT CARD HOLDS.
YOU’D THINK WITH ALL THIS FREEDOM,
I’D BE GRINNING EAR TO EAR,
BUT NUMBERS FINALLY DO COME UP,
MINE ARE GETTING NEAR.
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
SOUL ON EVERY BEND,
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
TAKING MORE THAN IT REQUIRES,
EVERY NOW AND THEN IT SMILES.
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
SOUL ON EVERY BEND,
THE ROAD IS NOT MY FRIEND,
TAKING MORE THAN IT REQUIRES,
EVERY NOW AND THEN IT SMILES,
EVERY NOW AND THEN.
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WOKE UP THIS MORNING, EARLIER THAN MOST,
TO THE SOUND OF AN AIR RAID HORN AND BURNIN’ TOAST.
I AIN’T BEEN DRINKING, NOW MY HEAD IS HURTING TOO,
I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.
NEVER HEARD IT COMING, NO NOT A WARNING SIGN,
MUST’VE BEEN TWO FEET OVER HIS COUNTY LINE. THE 303’S A BULLET, NOW I WISH THAT I HAD TWO,
I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.
HE SHOOK HIS BONY FIST AT ME, WAS THEN I TOOK THE BET, GONNA’ WRAP THOSE METAL SIGNS OF YOURS, AROUND YOUR SKINNY NECK. NOW I’M A PEACEFUL MAN, BUT THERE’S THINGS A MAN MUST DO, I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.
ROTTEN EGGS AND BACON, FRIED IN OLD CHIP FAT,
I’M GONNA’ GET THIS LITTLE MAN SOMEDAY, THAT’S A FACT. NOW I AIN’T SLEPT AT ALL OF LATE, AT LEAST A WEEK OR TWO, I’VE GOT THE A 303, SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.
IF THE 303’S A BULLET, MAN I WISH THAT I HAD ONE,
I’D STICK IT IN THIS SHOOTIN’ IRON, AND SEE HOW FAST YOU’D RUN. THE 303’S A HIGHWAY, AND I’M STUCK ON IT WITH YOU,
I’VE GOT THE A 303 SNACK BAR MAN BLUES.
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11. |
I've Laid Here
04:54
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TRAIN ROLLS IN TO THE STATION,
COLD, COLD WIND, ON YOUR FACE.
THERE YOU STAND, WAITING PATIENTLY,
TO TAKE ME HOME FOREVER.
TAKE A WALK THROUGH MY FIRE,
LET ME BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART.
TONIGHT I’LL BE, THE EMBER SHINING BRIGHT,
TOMORROW, YOU’LL BE FORGOTTEN.
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE,
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE.
TAKE ME BACK TO THE STATION,
WAVE GOODBYE WITH A TEAR.
TURN AWAY, I WON’T BE BACK AGAIN,
I’LL BE GONE FOREVER.
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE,
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE,
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE,
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE,
I HAVE LAID HERE BEFORE.
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Rory Ellis Australia
An underground hero of Americana in Australia.
His path traverses the globe having
performed at home and internationally for over 30 years.
Every twist and turn toward his Americana leanings, always had a great story lurking in the background. Always the primary inspiration. Gifted with a soul-wrenching voice praised by media worldwide, he’s experienced every word delivered.
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