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Cochabamba
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Tell the Tale
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El Rosario de mi Madre
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Glacial
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Honey Coloured Loving
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Wanderlust
02:10
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I pace these walls, I walk these floors,
I’ll drown in a bottle if you don’t appear,
Ignore the talk in the karaoke bar,
I don’t listen to what I don’t want to hear.
And they say you’ve a wife somewhere,
I suppose that I should take care,
But my head’s in a spin,
I don’t know who to trust…
I’ve been bitten so bad by the old wanderlust!
You made me a promise, you said you’d be back,
Though I wait and I wait, I can’t hide from the fact
That I seem to be waiting on the slimmest of hopes,
Without this bottle how could I cope?
And sleep is the only reprieve
From the anguish of waiting,
But you’ve burgled my dreams,
And you ambush my days,
My ambitions are bust…
I’ve been bitten so bad by the old wanderlust!
At night the bars are filled
With saccharine songs and cheap thrills,
Outside and engine, it sounds like your’s,
But the bottle has finally done its work -
I’m dead to the world.
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Your Call
03:03
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You’re the scent of the rain,
The itch of mosquito bites
That keeps me awake at night,
And the growl of the jaguar
Sleepin beneath the floor.
I came from a cold place
To the hot, humid technicolor
Of your face.
Any wonder at all
I answered the call?
See them crackle and burn,
Moths in the candlenight
By this riverside.
Do you know how I yearn
To drive your cares into the night?
I saw like a waking dream
A cloak around your shoulders,
A river king.
Any wonder at all
I answered the call?
And we lie awake
Underneath our nets
Sharing our stories and cigarettes,
Listening to the transistor set,
Have I regrets? No no.
Any wonder at all
I answered the call?
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Hand Drawn
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Mr.Sasprilla
02:46
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Mr. Sasparilla, I miss that boy of mine,
His smell of vanilla,
So until such time as I see him again,
Give me two rainbow drops for his eyes
That fill me with Turkish Delight,
And two peppermint creams for his smile.
I miss my sweet boy, I miss my sweet.
E mi bonbon, e mi bonbon,
Make me tingle all over just like sherbert lime,
Smooth butterscotch skin I’d kiss a thousand times.
I miss my sweet boy, I miss my sweet.
Pick and mix for my honey bee,
Candy to remind him of me.
Un recuerdo de mi...
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Señora Maria Rosa
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Pantanal
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12. |
Rio
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13. |
Great Love
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Sophie Coyle Dundalk, Ireland
Coyle's debut album "Blame Me for the Storm" was released in 2018 to critical acclaim.
She delivers story-
driven folk songs with catchy melodies.
“A rich-layered CD, delightful on every level.” - Irish Music Magazine
“Whether she’s conjuring up magic or brewing up something darker, Coyle’s voice and narrative takes charge on the assertive Blame Me for the Storm.” - Irish Times (4 stars)
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