1. |
Suffragette Trail
04:06
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I put my guitar in the bag
The helmet on my head
And the money in my purse
Stepping off the stage
Pushing through the rage
And rough mens curse
(Chorus)
My motorbike dont give a shit about gender roles
And my guitar, well it sure aint male
Man, you got a great roadhouse
But I got to go down that old
Suffragette trail
Near the door behind a beer
A tough guy saving every tear
I bet you know the kind
A hidden sensibility
No keys to set it free
All the beauty locked inside
My motorbike...
Outside at the parking lot
A wide horizon and a clear blue sky
I hang the guitar on my back and grab the bars
When someone stick his head out and cry "why?"
My motorbike...
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2. |
I'm Moving On
03:04
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The working class is a bunch of losers
Keep dragging eachother down
Hear the laughs from jet set cruisers
Sisters and brothers I aint no clown
I'm moving on
The middle class will walk and pet you
But they wont let you stay inside
Spend a lifetime trying how to
Hell no, I got my own ride
I'm moving on
I'm a constant rambler, Oh man
Freewheeling on the borderline
Writing poetry in motion
Come along lets run down the signs
Well I can sit and take it easy
Share a moment where you stay
But no roots will hold me, you see
My mind keep blowing me away
I'm moving on
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Heading Back To Osby
03:28
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There's a little sleepy village
In the south of Sweden with these
Green fields all over the place
Nothing changes but the seasons
And that is one of the reasons
Why I left and still come back amazed
I'm heading back to Osby
To see my friends and family once again
I'm heading back to Osby
And I guess that I will do it to the end
Every lawn that you can see
In this narrowminded community
We've runned with movers like some lost recruits
Born and tangled more or less
In oppressive laddishness
It grows like weed til you cut the roots
I'm heading back to Osby
To see my friends and family once again
I'm heading back to Osby
And I guess that I will do it to the end
Mary run, you'll catch the train
Leave behind the grass stains
See you somewhere further down the road
On your way home
I'm heading back to Osby
To see my friends and family once again
I'm heading back to Osby
And I guess that I will do it to the end
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4. |
Wall Of Death
02:56
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We try to make a living with this motordrome
Take it down and rebuild it where ever we may roam
And from miles around people come to see her race
She ride the Wall of death
My love surround her
From the pipes to the spark plug my girl work it out
She know all the parts of that old Indian Scout
I drive the truck and hold her every night
She ride the Wall of death
My love surround her
The motor roar in the barrel, smell of oil and gasoline
She is ready in the saddle, my daredevil racing queen
And the show begins. Another fearless round
She ride the Wall of death
My love surround her
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Loshult Lineman Malmö, Sweden
Loshult Lineman sings personal and down-to-earth country / folk songs about depopulation, motorcycles, working class identity, outdated male roles and female heroes. It's humor, sincerity and love played with dirty hands. The local position is obvious. With a steady foothold in the border country, the songs are like small talks at the kitchen table while the coffee gets cold. ... more
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