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Album "BLOW JUNKIE"
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

"200$ Memphis Album"

GRABROVEC - TEENNESSEE
rec.09.02.2009. Sun studio, Memphis, USA
glazba: T.Goluban, tekst: R.Grubić, ar.: T.Goluban
avion me nosi u country of blues đepovi prazni nothing to loose
usnjak u ruci gledam from plane dolje u magli gubi se train
engine se gasi in Memphis light kofere skupljam idem u night
znoj na licu otkopčavam button tresu se ruke k´o da berem cotton
stojim na stageu počinjem play mislim u sebi will be ok
na Bealle streetu zaradih dva bucksa only da mi to ne postane praksa
mnogo mi missing Zagorje i špek  hamburger nothing kvari mi tek
whiskey, dollars and plastika food darling Croatia za tobom sam lud

ALBUM "Zagorje Blues":

ŠERIF MIRKO
glazba: Trad., tekst: Zvonko Kudelić-Žuna, T.Goluban, ar.: T.Goluban
mirko je bil šerif naš okruga grabrovec u sedlu po cijele dane
prvi i zadnji šerif naš prvi i zadnji šerif naš    
šerif mirko pištolu je nosil ali malu plastičnu
mir i red ipak je očuval velka njuška v našem zagorju
velka njuška u zaboku
niko ni imel takve konje od grabrovca do texasa
spremne u sakom trenu iti s šerifom h akciju
s šerifom h akciju
šerif mirko je uz krapinicu jahal ko uz rio grande john wayne
sam pogled na njegvu sjenu svima zaustavlja dah
svima zaustavlja dah
osedlaj konja i daj mu hase a hase je po kaubojski sijeno
jer šerif se ženi sada a žena mu lijepa, iz texasa
kauboj jupi, jupi, yeah šerif iz grabrovca
v nedelju ancug je oblačil rukavice bijele kak snjeg
napre šerifska zvijezda blješči pod škrljakom pogled ledeni
od kojega se v žila krv ledi pod škrljakom pogled ledeni
od kojega se v žila krv ledi


ŠERIFOV OBRAČUN
glazba: Trad., tekst: E.K. Mika, ar.: T.Goluban
poljehke je hodil po ceste došel je čas obračuna (priđi malji)
grde je pogledal dva dotepenca s poternice (ke je dripci)
i onda zvljekel pištole
otpuhnul je dim s cevi i prešel dime v grabrovec (imaš ljijepu rit alji nemaš dijena)


PURA Z MLINCI
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, Ante Prgin, tekst: Zvonko Kudelić-Žuna, ar: T.Goluban
vjutro oko poldan budim se polahko obraćam slajdove
uhh ti jarca - kakva noć na krevetu mi ostala sva moć
a v glavi dar – mar kaos pravi  
munjen zbunjen miksam filinge po memoriji delam pilinge
od sreće bi zafučkal sad da lačen nisam tak
kad v želucu zakrulji do ničega mi ni
f kuhinju ulječem gol napol friđ je prazni škicam v rolj
a nutra mmmm božji dar pura z mlinci to je prava stvar
zijam na sav glas – pa to je spas
zajec riba il' od prasičke kora  ni fini ko ova gastro fora
zagorsku puru z domaći mlinci  vole šljakeri penzići i klinci
sak' ju ima rad bil star ili mlad


PREKO PLOTA
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Robert Grubić, ar: T.Goluban
prekrasno vrijeme, predivan dan izvući ću tijelo pa idem van
jer prolaze sati prolaze dani mozak mi vrišti da izađem vani
preko plota jer fali mi života kao ribi voda meni treba sloboda
znam da negdje na svijetu postoji žena sjetna ko ja i usamljena
jer prolaze sati i lete joj dani mozak joj vrišti da izađe vani
preko plota jer fali joj života kao ribi voda njoj treba sloboda
kako sretan trenutak kako radostan tren čim sam je videl ja bil' sam njen
jer prolaze sati jer prolaze dani mozak mi vrišti pozovi je vani
preko plota jer fali nam života kao ribi voda nama treba sloboda
upotrijebih svu vještinu iskustvo i znanje u subotu prvu, je bilo vjenčanje
sad prolaze mi sati dugi k'o dani mozak mi vrišti da izađem vani
preko plota jer fali mi života kao ribi voda meni treba sloboda
preko plota jer fali mi života ko' golubu krila
kao bajci vila kao ribi voda treba mi sloboda


OJ, MLADOSTI MOJA
glazba: Trad., tekst: Trad., ar: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević, N.Santro
zašumele gore zahučali lesi oj mladosti moja kam si prešla de si
oj mladosti moja kam si se zgubila kao da je voda kamen potopila
teče voda teče kamen se okreće al se mladost moja povrnuti neće
a moj kamen kamen daj mi se obrni oj mladosti moja daj mi se povrni
da bi suze moje na kamen opale kamen bi se raspal suze bi ostale
kamen  bi  se  raspal  na  dvoje  na  troje ali  srce  moje  neće  ni  na  dvoje


LIBERTIN
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Zvonko Kudelić-Žuna, ar: Tomislav Goluban, Tomi Novak
sunce za sobu vlječe dan veseli tiči – nekak mam zaran
zdižeš ruku i pružaš dlan ma nema nigde nikoga – bil je to san
dok mrzla rosa hmiva te otpiraš oči zmučene
kroz maglu svijet glediš osim neba ne vidiš niš
merti ludim kak puran bielom kruhu se čudim
ma z vilami snočke sam bil zmislim se oblin bielih
vusnic toplih i ruk mehkih sikud po mene
kraj punoga stola prebranoga vina
zake misliš da senjal si da nema šanse da to se dogodi
daj živi život prepusti se ljepota cijelog svijeta čeka te
nedaj da posel guti te stiraj proč negda se
stisni brenzu tu i tam nije greška kiks skužil buš i sam


KAJ GOD BLUES
glazba: Ivica Kiš, tekst: Ivica Kiš, Drago Mlinarec, ar: T.Goluban
tam prek potoka tam gde je vrbih lug jalža je z kravu a štijef navlači plug
a pet šmrklifcih vrtiju se vu krug jen petelinček za kokicom gledi
a pri potoku debela raca spi a prek dvorišča bežiju pure tri
kaj kaj god blues kaj kaj god blues
pajceki kojni taubeki kaj ti ga ja znam se to vam dela kaj me je reći sram
i kaj god blues popevamo po celi dan
sako jutro štijef na cug beži dok se vu gradu još debelo spi
al kaj god blues popevamo po celi dan
kaj kaj god blues kaj kaj god blues kaj kaj kaj!! kaj....


GOLUB V RUKI
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Zvonko Kudelić-Žuna, ar: Tomislav Goluban
ke' buš v jutro kad se zbudiš kad pred špigelj oči dovlječeš
drukč'e zgledaš mam se kuži neke ni' dobro po glavi ruži
u današnjem shopping svijetu se se; prodati može
al čuvaj obraz ko svoju sjenu jer samo čisti nema cijenu
nema lice zabadav dvije strane al nijena se ne prodaje
sam odluči – ko ti brani golub v ruki il na grani purani
kad se jemput ti uguziš zadnje svoje na taci ponudiš
ko cucak po podu zapuziš za drugo nisi a ke se čudiš
nema lice zabadav dvije strane al nijena se ne prodaje
skužil buš pod stare dane ne trpaj više nek u tebe stane  


BRZI VLAK
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Ivica Kostelić, Zvonko Kudelić-Žuna,
ar: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević, N.Santro
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak frcaju iskre lome crni mrak
glava u torbi za šaku para al buraz ostaje blues i gitara
jurim - žurim, život je ko brzi vlakfrcaju iskre lome crni mrak
u želji da stignem do cilja pol metra može biti dulji nego milja
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak frcaju iskre lome crni mrak
signal moba prekidaju tuneli poznati su mi svi hoteli
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak frcaju iskre lome crni mrak
jetlag mi remeti san copy paste mi je svaki dan
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak frcaju iskre lome crni mrak
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak
jurim - žurim život je ko brzi vlak
frcaju iskre lome crni mrak
vrata do vrata ne znam di ću stat


BLUES LOJZOVIH DIONICA
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Zvonko Kudelić-Žuna, ar: Tomislav Goluban
nisi znal kam se upuštaš velka dobit ti pamet zela
kmica v sobi na cifra guštaš preslab je postal i dupli prozak
malo nas za to mari kad penezi pomute mozak
prek noći vel'ka i ziher lova tira i vlieče kak magneti
puni računi lova do krova - h očima jackpot već svijetli
malo nas za se mari kad se perje more zeti                     
lojz bad choise!
a semafor kad se zgasi mogle bi ostat na ščapu gaće
zalutal si na tu tekmu koja yeah samo za prave igrače
malo nas za to mari kad se vel'ka lova potače
ne veliju zabadav stari nije za guske sijeno
hej  stari!! nije za vas sijene
malo nas za to mari čim se vel'ko perje spomene
lojz bad choise! (ta bolji...)

ALBUM "Mr. B." :

0,5
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Ivan Kovačić, ar: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević
ak' idem z autom van nemrem spit' ni kap i tak sam razderl 10 pari šlap
ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne naših nula cijela pet
na markovu trgu zdigli su ruke da bi svoje jetre spasili muke
ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne naših nula cijela pet
dok vozil sam pod gasom bil sam šofer točen sad sam malo strahu možda čak ukočen
ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne naših nula cijela pet
stari nisam spraznil bačvu spil sam samo jedan gem nula cijeli jen' de je tu problem?
ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne naših nula cijela pet
ja se slažem da pijancu nije mesto na cesti ali nisam pijanec ak griotte volim jesti
ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne ko' je zel nek i vrne naših nula cijela pet


SV. ROK
glazba: Tomislav Goluban, tekst: Tomislav Goluban, ar: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević
kada kreneš na more ti pazi kako voziš budi spreman da živce ne lomiš
priključiš se na autoput pozor-pozor situacija je gadna auto na autu bome prava tarapana
slovaci česi austrijanci voze bok uz bok ne znaju što ih čeka kod tunela sv rok
mađari njemci skandinavci jure-žure-jure-žure ko ludi ne boje se presretača adrenalin u krvi
a kada tamo strava prava vel'ke kolone tok psuju pljuju švicaju kod tunela sv rok
zato kupi povratnu kartu za avion il' vlak tako neće biti gužve kod tunela sv. rok


ZAGORSKI CUG
glazba: Mihael Cvrk, tekst: Mihael Cvrk, ar: T.Goluban, N.Herceg, K.Dobričević
male si počinul zdehnul pak se je polake genul z nova je kak stekli cucek fural dan i noć
a onda su došli cajti i motorne cug mašine a naš mali dragi cugeg dali su ga proć
žeravku je svoju hital maloj deci na veselje v črnoj kmici to je bil baš velki vatromet
i ljubavne tajnovite sima je spunjaval želje imal ga je saki rad a najveć zagorec
ref.:
ti dobri i stari naš cug fućkal si navek gda treba i ne
i uvek si kak dober drug peljal nas dime v zagorje
i bil si kak pravi bećar i tvoje su bile baš stanice se
navek si kak dober drug peljal nas v zagorje
kulike je naših briga furt sa sobom popelaval radost i veselje trgovine čar
lepe pucke mužikante z bolovanja fulirante dok se' živi nesli bume v srcu njegov žar
pol zagorja tu se stale a to bormeč nije male tu je bilo sake robe za se tržnice
pune vreće demižonke paradajz i feferonke i purani i gusaki drobne čučice
ref.:
i vu njemu kak vu priči vužgala se ljubav moja pak se je razgorjela kak od slame kljet
zgasnula se kak na dežđu budila se navek znova ž njom već živim jake duge pune pune ljet