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From album "BLOW JUNKIE"
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P&C Menart/Spona, 2014

BLOW JUNKIE BOOGIE
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Robert Lon Johnson
arr.: Tomislav Goluban
Some folks got a thing for the smoke
Some are addicted to fancy cars and clothes
Some they got to mainline a dime at a time
While others got to chew the fat 'fore they feel fine
Some people jones'en for the next cigarette
And others just a junkie for what they can get
Some junkies need that thrill up the nose 
But all I need is some boogie woogie blow
I ain't judge'en nobody oh no
'Cuz I'm just a junky for the boogie woogie blow
Some people say they got to have that rush
Others just lookin for a little tush
Some they's addicted to the lemon squeeze
Some get high when feelin' the teaze
Some got to dance and some got to run
Some gotta have a .44 gun
But I'm just packin this ol' harp you know  
I'm junkie for that boogie woogie blow 
I ain't judge'en nobody oh no
I'm just a junky for the boogie woogie blow

ELECTRIC LIGHTS
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Robert Lon Johnson
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
I'm gonna throw my hat into the ring
I'm gonna let this ol' blues harp sing
The world around means more to me
Than any amount of the fools money
Whatcha gonna do when the lights go out
Whatcha gonna do when you can't call home
Whatcha gonna do with that mobil phone
When you can't call home no more
Don't matter if it's paper or plastic or gold
Ain't no amount a money fix that overload
Jus' takes one flick one flick of the switch
You know the bright lights could be black as pitch
So whatcha gonna do when the lights go out
Whatcha gonna do when you can't call home
Whatcha gonna do if the car don't run
And you can't call home no more
Whatcha gonna do when the lights go out
Whatcha gonna do when you can't call home
Whatcha gonna do with that mobil phone
When you can't call home no more

GAMBLER'S BLUES
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
Baby you are a thrill, you are danger
Just like a gamblin' game
Throw the dice, on and off
Never get what I want
Play on red, or play on black
Risk is always just the same
Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose
Playing my hand, got those gamblers blues
Queen of hearts, ace of spade
You never place your bets on me
But I'm still trying, to spin around
This fortune wheel
Just like a rounder, cold as ice
With a rambling on my mind
Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose
Playing my hand, got those gamblers blues

ON THE ROOF
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Nebojša Buhin
Flew down south, just to play some blues
Flew down south, just to play some blues
Cold in hand, got nothing to lose             
Can't even smoke, we're like monkeys in the cage
Can't even smoke, we're like monkeys in the cage
But even in there, can make a blaze of rage
When she's dancing on the roof
Dancing on the roof
While she' s dancin', we were howlin' at the moon
Thunder in her hips, there's no return
Thunder in her hips, there's no return
Well my guns are loaded, I'm ready to burn  
When she's dancing on the roof
Dancing on the roof
While she' s dancin', we were howlin' at the moon
Daybreak is coming, we all got to go
Daybreak is coming, we all got to go
Right time to blow this joint
When she's dancing on the roof
Dancing on the roof
While she' s dancin', we were howlin' at the moon

BLUES FOR MOTHER EARTH
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
So many warnings, from mother earth
Winds are stronger, oceans gettin' higher
So much war, all around the globe
Misery & hunger, everywhere we go 
Let's make peace and love, helping each other
Pray to the lord to save mother earth
We must live, with ugly changes
Cheap electronics, replacing humanity
We let bankers, take our pride 
Decent people, are homless now
Let's make peace and love, helping each other
Pray to the lord to save mother earth
You can run, all night & day
Try to make, some extra pay
You can be yellow, or you can be red
But at the end of a day, we are just the same
Let's make peace and love, helping each other
Pray to the lord to save mother earth
Hope that lord will save this mother earth

DRIVIN' & RIDIN'
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
Oh I think, about your machine
Let's pump it up, with gasoline
Fire up the engine, don't need no breaks
Shake & shout, all night long ridin' around
Drivin' & ridin', highway is my home
Taste the  freedom, from dusk till dawn
Wheels are rollin, headlights burning bright
Shake & shout, all night long ridin' around
Add some oil, check the air
Step on a gas, feel the wind in my hear
Break some limits, ain't got a care
Shake & shout, all night long ridin' around

FORHILL'S BOOGIE
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
When you feel you wanna jump and shout
Scream and roll like the good old times
Do the boogie,  Do the boogie
Feel so good, do that forhill's boogie tonight
Well forhill's boogie, forhill's boogie
Do that forhill's boogie
Forhill's boogie
Feel so good, do that forhill's boogie tonight
Well great white wine, tasty apple pie
If you're feelin' low down, there's no time to cry
We got turkey on the table, chicken in the freezer
Early morning Sun, up above the hills  
We do the boogie,  do the boogie
Feel so good, do that forhill's boogie tonight
Forhill's boogie, forhill's boogie
Do that forhill's boogie
Forhill's boogie
Well feel so good, do that forhill's boogie tonight
If you've got no money, fortune or fame
Your wife's left you, for a richer man
You do the boogie, do the boogie
Feel so good, do that forhill's boogie tonight

TWO ROCKETS
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
Woke up this morning with two rockets on my mind
Woke up this morning with two rockets on my mind
Thinking of them made me feel so fine
Rocket on the left, rocket on the right
One rocket on the left, the other rocket on the right
I must admit, those babies are made for flight
Those two rockets, sure can make the world go round
Well those two  rockets, sure can make the world go round
Need two rockets, to get me high, up to the moon
I need two rockets, to get me high, up on the moon
I'll try to land safely, scream like a baboon
Those two rockets, sure can make the world go round
Well those two rockets, sure can make the world go round

UNTIL THE MORNING COMES
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Tomislav Goluban
arr.: Tomislav Goluban, Aleksandar Vešić
Dawn is knockin', at my back door
But the Sun, won't shine here anymore
It's been some time, since you've gone
From this town, you left a hole within my soul
I wanna hold you one more time
Squeeze you 'till the morning comes,
'till the morning comes

SPEEDIN' TRAIN
music: Tomislav Goluban
text: Zvonko Kudelić, Ivica Kostelić, Robert Lon Johnson
arr.: Tomislav Goluban
Speedin' screamin' life is like a fast train 
Speedin' screamin' life is like a fast train 
Don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll get there just the same
Riskin' my head for a handfull of dollars
Man I got the blues guess I'll, turn up my collar
Speedin' screamin' life is like a fast train 
Don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll get there just the same
All the time I'm headin' out, chasing hopes and dreams
Two steps so close, but a thousand miles it seems....
Speedin' screamin' life is like a fast train 
Don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll get there just the same
No service on the phone drivin' thru the mountain tunnels
But everybody knows me at all the motels
Speedin' screamin' life is like a fast train 
Don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll get there just the same
Gotta hurry to the plane no time to waste
Every day turns into copy-paste
Speedin' screamin' life is like a fast train 
Don't know where I'm goin'
But I'll get there just the same

From "200$ SUN Memphis Album"

Memphis Sara
(music: T.Goluban, text: D.Buhin, arr: J.Filisko, E.Noden)
Let me tell you people what happened to me way down South in Memphis Tennessee
I came out from Sun and kicked out some good blues spirits of old legends danced in the room
I met a gal Sara was her name she had long blonde hair and a drink in her hand
She said: «Hey baby are you goin' my way, 'couse this may be your lucky day»
Oh Sarah, Oh, Don't you knock no more
When midnight passed I though everything was allright I went to my room to sleep for the night
My tired bones fell crashing to the floor suddenly awoke by a pounding on the door
My blood ran cold as I peeked through my door a muscle bound thug kept knockin' til four
Oh Sarah, Oh, Don't you knock no more early in the morning 'bout the break of day
I packed my Chevy and made my get-a-way driving to Chicago one thing that I learned
A sweet talkin' woman leave you broke and burn
Ho Sarah, Ho  Don't you knock no more
I sad baby don't you knock, don't you knock no more

FROM album  "Zagorje Blues"

Lojz's Stock Blues
composer:T.Goluban, lyrics: Z.Kudelić, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
y'didn't know, what you're getting into, big profits corrupted your mind, in the dark room, figures haunt you, a double prozac doesn't cut it.
only some mind when money consumes the mind.
lots of tempting money over night, sucks you in like a magnet accounts full, sky is the limit, jack pot glowing in the eyes
only a few of us are aware that money corrupts the mind
lojz, bad choice!
but when the lights go down, you might end up with your pants on the stick you are out of your league, this game is only for big shots
only a few of us mind, when bucks are pouring & coming
it is not said in vain that hay is not for geese.
hey, man!!! hay is not for you either only few of us care about anything else  when money is on the table
lojz – bad choice.

Oh, Youth Of Mine
composer:trad., lyrics:trad., translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević,N.Santro
hum of the hills, murmur of the trees, oh, youth of mine, where have you gone?
oh, youth of mine, where have you gone, as if the water has drowned the stone
water rushing by, grind stone is turning, but that youth of mine, is not returning.
oh my beloved stone, turn towards me, oh youth of mine, come back to me.
should my teardrops fall on the stone, the stone would shatter, teardrops would remain,
stone would crack in two or three pieces but this heart of mine, won't break at all.

Over The Fence
composer:T.Goluban, lyrics: R.Grubić, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
beautiful weather, wonderful day, i'll drag myself up, i'm going out
my hours and days are passing by my mind screams i need to get out.
over the fence, for i need life the way a fish needs water, i need freedom.
i know there's a woman, somewhere in the world lonely and sad just like me
because hours are ticking & days are passing and her mind screams for her to get out
over the fence, for she needs life just like a fish needs water, she needs freedom.
what a happy day, what a joyous moment just as i saw her  i  knew  she was  meant for me.
because hours are ticking and days are passing us by my brain tells me to ask her out
over the fence, for there must be more to life just like fish need water, we need freedom.
i used all my charm, skills and experience next saturday a wedding took place.
now my hours seem never ending my brain screams for me to break out.
over the fence, for i need a life the way a fish needs water, i need my freedom.
over the fence, for i need life what's a pigeon without wings
what's a fairytale without a fairy  i need my freedom the way a fish needs water

Sheriff Mirko
composer:trad, lyrics: Z.Kudelić, T.Goluban, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
mirko was a sheriff of ours, sherif of grabrovec county.
riding in saddle, all day long the first and the last sheriff of ours
the first, the last and the only sheriff
sheriff mirko carried a gun but it was only a plastic one.
still, peace and order were maintained a big hot shot of zagorje
a big hot shot in zabok.
from grabrovec to texas, no one has ever had such horses,
ready for action at any moment, to join the sheriff
to spring into action.
sheriff rode along krapinica river, just like john wayne along the rio grande.
just a glimpse of his shadow, would stop anyone in their tracks,
it would take one's breath.
saddle the horse, give it a „hase“, and „hase“ is hay in his cowboy lingo.
for sheriff is getting hitched, she's beautiful and all the way from texas,
cowboy yuppi, yuppi yeah.
grabrovec sheriff.
on sundays he'd put on his suit, glowes white as snow.
sheriff's star shining ahead.
cold looks under the hat, looks that turn blood icy cold.
cold looks under the hat, looks that turn blood icy cold.

Sheriff's Shootdown
composer:trad, lyrics: E.K.Mika, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
slowly walkin' down the road (come here, boy)
the showdown moment is here (what's up, jerks)
another mean look for the two wanted criminals -
he pulls out his guns, blows the smoke from the barrels,
and goes home, to grabrovec.
(you've got a nice ass, but you ain't got no bottom)

Pigeon In A Hand
composer:T.Goluban, lyrics: Z.Kudelić, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
what are you to do when you wake up int he morning and drag yourself in front of the mirror,
your appearance is different, one can tell and something's wrong in your head.
in today's consumerist world everything can be sold;
but try to safeguard you honor as you would your shadow
for only what's pure has no price.
there is a reason why a face has two cheeks but neither side should be for sale.
it's up to you – you decide, a bird in hand is worth two on the roof
once you start going astray and last of your dignity you offer for free
when you start crawling like a dog on the floor
you've gotten what was coming – why the surprise?
it's not invaine that a face has 2 cheeks, but neither should be for sale,
when you get old, you shall realize don't take on more than you can handle.

Whatever Blues
composer:I.Kiš, lyrics:I.Kiš,D.Mlinarec, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
across the creek, in the willow grove jalža's alongside his cow, štef's dragging the plow
and five kids keep running around  one rooster is squinting at a hen,
down by the creek, a duck is asleep, down the yard, three turkeys run.
whatever blues
pigs, horses, pigeons – you name it, they all do – well i'm ashamed to tell it.  
still,  whatever blues we sing all day long.
every morning štef catches the train, while all in the city are fast asleep,
still,  whatever blues we sing all day long.
whatever blues

Libertin
composer:T.Goluban, lyrics: Z.Kudelić, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban, T.Novak
the sun drags the new day behind, joyful birds at the break of dawn
lifting up your hand, reaching with the palm, no, there's no one around, t' was only a dream.
as the cold dew awakes your face you open your eyes, all sore they are.
you look at the world thru the misty sight seeing nothing except the sky.
p'haps i'm going mad, i'm amazed by the surreal
i played with the fairies, i remember all their curves,
lips so warm, hands so soft, all over me,
right at the table, full of sorted wines.
why d'you think it was only a dream, that there's no way such a thing could happen
live your life, let it be, there are so many world's wonders to see.
don't let your job suffocate you put all aside,
step on the brake you'll see for yourself, it was not a mistake.

Turkey With «Mlinci»
composer:T.Goluban, A.Prgin, lyrics: Z.Kudelić, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban
in the morning - sometime round noon, i wake up, slowly, i'm coming to my senses
oh, man – what a night right in the bed i left all my strength,
and in my head – oh, what chaos all confused, my feelings mixed
in my memeory i do the pillings i would whistle with joy right now
if only i weren't so darn hungry when stomach starts rumbling,  i don't care about much else.
into the kitchen, i run half naked, the fridge is empty, i'm checking the owen.
right in there, hmmmm, a gift from above zagorje turkey with „mlinci“ – alright!!!
this is it, i scream, yeah, this is it!
rabbit, fish or crispy pig crust, they all don't match  this gastro-catch.
kids, workers or seniors, they all like, zagorje turkey with „mlinci“ – that's right;
yes, they all like it, young or old.

Fast Train
composer:T.Goluban, lyrics: Z.Kudelić, I.Kostelić, translation: D.Likar, arr: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević,N.Santro
steemin', speedin, livin like a fast train
steemin', speedin, life's like a fast train
sparks are flying, breaking through the dark   
risking head for a few dollars
but, bro, there's blues and a guitar
steemin', speedin, life's like a fast train
sparks are flying, breaking through the dark  
headin' out, chasin' my goal (dream)
two steps can look longer than a mile
steemin', speedin, life's like a fast train
sparks are flying, breaking through the dark        
cell phone signal broken by the tunnels
all the hotels are my home
steemin', speedin, life's like a fast train
sparks are flying, breaking through the dark   
jetlag breaking my fair dream
every single day turns  copy-paste
steemin', speedin, life's like a fast train
sparks are flying, breaking through the dark
door to door, don't know where i'll wind up.

FROM album  „Mr.B.“

ForHill Train
composer: Mihael Cvrk, lyrics: Mihael Cvrk, translation: B.Šlogar, T.Goluban, arr: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević
a little bit it rested exhaled then it slowly moved again while new it madly drove around all night & day
then the times of great change - brought motor train engines and our dearest old train is now gone away
live coal it sparked and spewed to the children’s thrills & awe in the darkness it made truly impressive fireworks
and many a lover’s secret wishes it fulfilled everyone delighted in it especially the zagorec (forhill man)
ref.:
that good old train of ours that whistled always when needed or not
always was a good companion and drove us to our hometown
and a real trooper alright with all the many stops it had
it still found the time to take us back home
how many our worries it always carried around happiness and bliss and goods for the fair
pretty girls and musicians those who faked disease as long as we live we'll carry its spark in our hearts
half the forhill man met here and by no means were there few home grown delicaces were taken for sale
full sacks and demijohns tomatoes and potatoes tasty ducks and turkeys well fed chickens too
ref.:
and on it like in a tale my first love was set ablaze it burned like a thatched roof on a vineyard house
it died out in heavy rain but a new love came along with it now i have been for many many years