Ernesto Violin - Gun Street - Viol - Gun Street Lyrics

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BALLAD OF IAN BRADY

Hello girl.

Where is your school ?

Whatever you learn there, I can teach you too.

What do you like ? History ? Poetry ? Literature ? Or maybe… Gym ?

Well, whatever you’re into, there’s something in my bag for you

I will never be a vandal in your arms

I wish someone could erase that voice in me

I will never be a vandal in your arms for real

Come on girl, there’s no need to be shy

There’s a special place, inside, where you’re bold

And I’ve been called to show how bold you are

Call me a painter, call me your father too

I take the old picture, and I’m recreating you

You’re such a lucky one, one day you’ll realize

What we’re about to share will haunt your parents for ever

I’m their guilt made flesh


I wish someone could erase that voice in me



I wish someone could just see that void in me


By the bridge on a misty morning

I can hear the birds singing over Ian’s flowing love

MOSKSTRAUMEN

We’re drifting on a hate boat, far from our home

We’ve painted the sails with the coat of our woe

You will raise I will fall

Through the haze come the storm

Hear the sound of a memory on the crest of a wave

A siren that sings for our long lost days


Through the haze I will drown

Trapped in the air that you breathe

Call me the absolute low of your life

But I think we can dig deeper

Watch the rags of your social gown disappear

In the middle of nowhere where no one can hear


Through the haze come the storm

We are caught in a whirlpool we call it our own

But you know it was set long before we were born

Ancient place be unknown

Left no trace now we drown

Trapped in the air that we breathe




Through the haze I will drown

Trapped in the air that you breathe



We’re drifting on a hate boat, far from our home

We’ve painted the sails with the coat of our woe

NAZI LOVE

I will vote against the shoes you wear

I’ll pass a bill against the colour of your hair

And I will tax all your new love affairs

I’m rising you’re never gonna stop me

Rising, in a minute I’ll be on my feet

I’ll destroy the seeds in your soil

I will suck your blood and make it boil

Just tell me why don’t you love me anymore

I’m rising you’re never gonna stop me

Rising, in a minute I’ll be on my feet

I feel a nazi love for you

Girl, I do…

PAMELA’S GREAT DANE

Take a seat Mr Walter, you know that no one comes to see me these days

Here’s some tea for my old cancered throat, here’s my dog weeping by my wheelchair

He’s always barking at strangers since we live alone

You know my husband passed away last fall

He’s got such a sad whiny dog voice he should sing in a choir of despair

Yet he seems oh so quiet when you’re here, guess he’s shy or maybe he’s dreaming

He’s always barking at strangers since we live alone

He protects me now that Ronnie’s gone

He was such a good husband you know though he drank lakes of porter each day

We would quarrel and fight and get hurt ; now he’s gone life’s so boring and ill

He was always barking at strangers, he despised everyone

Last September I awoke before dawn

Ronnie was coughing like a railgun

Bullets of breath came out of his lungs

And then I knew

You’re a young handsome doctor I know you might think you’re protected and safe

There’s nothing on the whole of Creation I hate more that brave healthy kids

But now we’re no longer strangers, we’re linked by my pain

And your face is printed in my brain

When they put me in a great tomb

Worms will eat your picture within

And you’ll rot much faster than my skin

I’ll haunt your dreams

GUN STREET

Gun Street

That’s where I want to live with you

That’s where I want my family to live with me

Gun Street

That’s where I want to build my home

A cabin made of woods and stones by the sea

I will never let them do us any harm

I’ll never let a stranger walk on our lawn

Or I’ll shoot him down, I swear

On Gun Street



Gun Street

Where hard times never push our door

Where we can sleep for ever more

Just waiting for death to come

I will never find you

I can pray but nothing comes

And there’s a violence in my heart

It’s too late now, it never stops

Please ease my worried mind

On Gun Street



Gun Street

That’s where I want to build my home

A cabin made of woods and stones by the sea

I will never let them do us any harm

I’ll never let a stranger walk on our lawn

Or I’ll shoot him down, I swear

On Gun Street



BELLE OF CARDIFF

Hear the silence in her arms

Like a tomb around me

See the storm beneath her calm

See the Belle Of Cardiff

And I don’t know but I’m still hoping

I will hear her name someday

Ringing deep down in my soul

The young Belle Of Cardiff

See the sparkles in her eyes

Cast a spell upon me

Down the Castle I walk by



I will see her one fine day

Drifting on the streets of love


Like my bitter very cold

And my women fancy

For a moment she had my soul



I will hear her name someday

Ringing deep down in my soul


CHARITY’S PARK

Lost in the city, dark pouring rain

Still there’s a place in my soul with your face and your sea

Hello, there you are

Beauty’s always there for me

You lay in my arms while our Charity’s Park gets cold

When I feel lonely, I always rush here

Among the bees I can hear distant whispers from a plane



Close ourselves to the world, make our Charity’s Park a locked door

All Western History I crossed like a pond

From Gates of Eden I would row to my girl and her sea


Leaving nothing on your trail

Just a little doll, make our Charity’s Park feel old

Many years later I will return there

Though you’re gone we will meet, two different sidewalks, still the same street



Close ourselves to the world, make our Charity’s Park a locked door

LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH

Where have you been ? I was sitting there right next to the phone

Now it’s late and you look deader than a ghost

You said you were through these days

And you would play it loose

But there’s no one in this place to whom you ever told the truth

And love is not enough to keep you here at home

Love is not enough, love is not so strong

You were so helpless when I met you, you said you wanted to be saved

And here I was, your wife your sister and your maid

And I could not understand

I didn’t have any tool

And you’re not the kind of man they ever mentioned in our school

And love is not enough, you’d rather live alone

My love is not enough, what have I done wrong ?

I tried everything that I could to distract you from the toy

You still cherish as a silly little boy

We’ve been in Venice and in Rome

You were so happy it would show

But whenever there’s a high we pay a thousand different lows

And love is not enough to keep you here at home

Love is not enough, love is not so strong

Where have you been ? After all those years, you are still a stranger

That keeps changing everyday for the worse

Oh please just tell me

I got the right to know

How is it that your love dies while mine still grows ?

And love is not enough to keep you by my side

Love is not enough. Goodbye

THE LAST WALTZ

You said you want to leave me like some old toy

Sleeping on the shelves of your room

You’re not going to fix me, I’m broken you know

And after all those years, there’s nothing to repair

“You’ve grown addicted to sadness, you get high on grief

You’ve aged ten years in two and you’re proud

I didn’t want to leave but it’s not my own choice

You walk down a road that’s too narrow for me

And may the rope be tight around your neck

May it kiss you all night long

May the load be heavy under your feet

As you dance, dance, dance

Closer to the night

And may the rope be tight around your neck

May it kiss you all night long

I hope it will give you what I could not give

As you dance, dance, dance

Closer to the night”

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