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"24 years down the line, Material’s 'Seven Souls' remains a great, thunderously fresh album. It’s based on W.S. Burroughs writings, most notably 'The Western Lands'. William Seward Burroughs’ voice is that instantly recognizable, all knowing, carrion-crow croak of a voice reverberating creakily alongside Laswell’s bass patterns. There is a menace in the mix that still sounds hungry, a simplicity in the playing and sampling which has been stripped down until Wild Bill’s acid drip drawl becomes the main instrument that the other members of Material circle around.’ (The Wire, issue 166).
 
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You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Any place is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money

We won't have to drive too far
Just across the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
His body's too young to look like his

My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

So remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
We go cruising entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in the market as a checkout girl

I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house and live in the suburbs

So remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids

I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me'd find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

So remember when we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder

And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way..
 
Stephania Gk. said:
Πολύ ωραίο Γιώργο, μ'αρέσει που βάζεις και τα λόγια!
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ναι Stefania...

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way.

πρέπει να ημουν γυρω στα 17 όταν ήταν μεγάλη επιτυχία, αλλά τωρα το καταλαβαίνω καλυτερα.....
 
πάντα το καταλαβαίνεις
διαχρονικό.
Λίγες φορές ταιριάζει τόσο καλά, στίχος, μουσική, παρουσία, φωνή, ήχος
 
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