Empty Bottles And A Bag Of Dreams

by Street Corner Talking

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released January 22, 2017

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Street Corner Talking Zurich, Switzerland

Anti-Folk with a Psychedelic Drop

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Track Name: Street Corner Talking
Welcome people, to the dim-lit room where the heartache blooms and the fragmented chords of melodies loom.
Where receptive eardrums of the crowd consume, all the ritualistic rhythms of this old blues tune.
The slap of the bass strings hum in meditation and sailing sounds ride waves, cultivating orchestration.
People mesmerised, stand immersed in adoration, for the puppet master’s work manipulates their palpitations.
Then as saxophones shake wailing, spouting sore regrets, we embrace the guilty joys deep in our unconsciousness.
Our exquisite torments drift like poisoned scents down the highway of veins into sleeping instruments.
It is then when we truly awaken, connect, live, play and say…

Minds elope, they’re free to flow
Heart-beats slow, just let go

Don’t be a robot, enslaved, follow suit and behave
Don’t be a robot, dead-weight, storm the gates and seek change
Don’t be a robot, a slave, breakaway and escape!

So storm and swarm to where the street corner talking’s done

Knee-deep in our vanity and far from home
Deluded by the bright screens of our mobile phones
Reassured we’re free, yet so enslaved and alone
Running from the truth/reality, clutching all we own
Track Name: Voices In My Head
Hey there, I’m the voice that’s in your head
Sent here, to bring you back from the dead

Grab a gin, twist and spin, that’s the feel-good medicine
Forget your sins, shed your skin, laugh louder and just sink the tins

From the mundane I shall stray
At all my stresses I now wave

Hey friend, I see you’ve called on me again
Seething, upon destruction your now pent

Grab a pen, do your thing, transcend the realms of every man
Strum your strings, dance and sing, dwell in your melodic medicine

When the stones in my pathway
A slave to my wage some might say

Feeling down?
You got to get back in the mood
eel relief and let those dark thoughts rest in peace
I will stray from all stress, and breakaway
Take my hand and I’ll show you the way/ I will lead the way/ come with me and escape

As I wonder through lifes maze
And the dreams that I once chased
For its enjoyment I now crave
At all my stresses I now wave

From the mundane I shall stray
At all my stresses I now wave
As I wonder through lifes maze
And the dreams that I once chased
Track Name: Playground
The rattle of my mind’s cold shackles
left me feeling enslaved
A spindly fiend sold me a bag of dreams, and
Said, go drift away


Changing all that‘s usual
Envisioning things beautiful
Feel it honey, feel it coming around
This town’s the devil’s playground

This medicated society maintains
we serve whoever reigns
As advertising of the thunderous tyrants
Meanders this money maze

Changing all that‘s usual
Envisioning things beautiful
Feel it honey, feel it coming around

Wailing patients flooding grim city pavements
consume in a fear-crazed daze
A vast facade of this free world behind bars
Will burn in fierce flames

Empty promises, a bag of dreams
Both of these worlds have got a hold of me
Empty bottles and missold dreams
Both of these worlds have got a hold of me
Track Name: 9-2-5
As I wake my mind it aches, I’m switched to zombie mode
Then dress up in my three-piece suit that feasts upon my soul

I’m alone, I’m alone

I watch the train depart again thinking there go all my woes
Then stumble to the tavern and buy a bottle for the road

I’m alone, I’m alone
I’m alone, I’m alone

This 9-2-5 is eating me alive
To the bottom of a bottle I will dive

Dwell in drunken misery as demons gleam and gloat
My strangled mind just cannot breathe and screams, “please, let me go!”

I’m alone
I’m alone

This 9-2-5 is eating me alive
To the bottom of this bottle I will dive

The seeds are sown
Sordid needs have grown
Now I feel far from home

Working for the weekend’s the trend
This vicious cycle seems to have no end

And the seeds are sown
Sordid needs have grown
Now I feel far from home
Track Name: Reins Chains (and extortionate bills)
It’s just....
Reins, chains and extortionate bills!
With our briefcases and newspapers, empty pockets to fill
We’re the vultures of a culture seeking menacing thrills
And a nation who are racing falling head over heels

It’s just....
Reins, chains and extortionate bills!
With our work-times, deadlines and medicine pills
Run to the station when it’s raining through the coldness and feel-
That: pressure, debt and stress is now the run of the mill

Faces stagnated where emotions concealed
We spend three quarters of our life to acquire work skills
Yet when our time is up, we’re to the cemetery wheeled.
We pay the cost of the grave that we fill

It’s just....
Reins, chains and extortionate bills!
Never bite the hand that feeds us, it’s the way of the world
We’re like fish in a pond, where we’re caught and then reeled
Because we feast upon the pound that’s on the hook of ideals

It’s just....
Reins, chains and extortionate bills!
We’re manipulated by a system with its license to kill
Where the depiction of a fortune in the mind is instilled
Born free and taxed to death is the way of this world
Track Name: Herne The Hunter
Gallop through the forest
As the full moon swings on high
Those antlers cast a silhouette
Beneath the midnight sky
His hungry hounds begin to howl
The wind carries their cries
A man reborn with rugged horns
Swings a chain as he rides

“The hunts begun, you better run”

A hunter and a gatherer
In mystery he’s steeped
It’s said he saved the king
And bore the brunt of a big beast,
That gored and tore apart his flesh
As Herne began to bleed,
The kings-men knelt to say a prayer
Beneath the old oak tree

“The hunts begun, you better run”

If you roam Windsor forest at night
You might hear Herne the hunter as he rides
The proud protector of the woodland cries
“The hunt’s begun, you better run”

Suddenly a wise-man came
And fell right to his knees
Carefully inspecting
All the horrid injuries
“Take these antlers, wrap them,
Before he rests in peace”
He tied them tight around his head
Assured the blood would cease.

“The hunts begun, you better run”

A month passed by and Herne had healed
The wise-man leapt with glee
But Herne had lost all of his skills
In hunting, forestry
Depressed, confused Herne bore the noose
And jumped right from the tree
Few men said they saw him dead,
Then he vanished magically
Track Name: The Gallows Await
The state patrol print a wanted poster
of a dangerous man they just can't get close to
I escaped the chains of the prison governor
as the guards stood in wonder

Running miles just so wild from their rifles with a smile
Running miles through the wild from their fire with a smile

As cunning as they come, I quickly shed my skin
Beg, steal or borrow I just do it with a grin

Running miles just so wild from their rifles with a smile
Running miles through the wild from their fire with a smile

I’m escaping, I’m escaping
while the gallows await, I make my escape

On the devil‘s bail some say I’m bound to suffer
Still the wanted man who they can't get close ta

Running miles just so wild from their rifles with a smile
Running miles through the wild from their fire with a smile

I’m escaping, I’m escaping
I don‘t mind where
I’m escaping, I’m escaping
the gallows await, I make my escape
Track Name: Feel The Grind
If I were to walk this road again
Of torturous towers grand ‘n grim
Their perilous pathways would pull me in -
Deceptive dens of oppression

If I were to sign this contract, friend
Would petty pretentious people grin?
with my pockets lined so slick, I sink
Where whirlpools spin, the fat cats swim

Our shackled souls, are doused in fear
Demons snarl, at mankind’s tears
Punch the clock, that thief of time
As our weeping mind’s feel the grind


Weeping minds feel the grind, feel the grind
Track Name: City Circus
Welcome to the circus
Where like lions we’re tamed, leap through hoops set ablaze for the praise

So lost in the circus
We’re the freaks they parade, people point laugh and gaze with no shame

Cameras flash as the whips are cracked
Unblinking eyes stare in wild surprise

Revolt and start a new
Or dance proud with the doomed
It’s not just on me but it’s also on all of you

So lost in the circus
We’re like escapists in chains, hungry sharks circulate and just wait

So lost in the circus
We’re like acrobats high, as we defy laws and fly from this life

Acts collapse as the whips are cracked
Unblinking eyes stare in wild surprise
Revolt and start a new
Fuck dancing with the doomed

Never slaves to these devils
We’ll breakaway and do the dance of the rebels fuck being slaves
Track Name: War Machine
We’re all enslaved by this war machine
Coaxing us to keep our faith
Disillusioned by promises of protection
From dreadful dangers said to come our way

Destroyed by the fight, the homes, towns and lifes
To those burnt alive there’s just no peace or care
We can’t find peace

It all fucked up

Watch their news, twist what’s true
When we’re all just puppets, victims, weak and doomed
A storm brews, yeah it’s true
And we’re all spectators who are force-fed news

The monstrous mutter of machine gun rounds
Muffles ceaseless screams of the town
All the while a vile black smoke spirals
Another body’s laid to rest in the ground
Track Name: Question Mark
I always serenade the city like I’m some sort of a prophet
Singing, screaming, shouting but I mostly talk shit
Some might say that I am mental, some say I’ve lost it
But one things for sure “I aint no lunatic!”

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I ain’t no lunatic
loopy, loco, unfit
Lunatic
They tell me that I’m crazy, look sedated and sick
But one thing’s for sure, “I aint no lunatic!”

I used to be an actor but I never got rich
They had to keep reminding me to follow the script
Speaking all my thoughts aloud, they told me “shut it!”
But one things for sure “I aint no lunatic!”

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I ain’t no lunatic
loopy, loco, unfit
Lunatic
They tell me that I’m crazy, look sedated and sick
But one thing’s for sure, “I aint no lunatic!”
They say “the lights are on, no-one’s home, he’s sick”
Am I a lunatic?

Some might say that I am mental and I’ve lost it
Am I a lunatic?

They tell me that I’m crazy, look sedated and sick
Am I a lunatic?

Speaking all my thoughts aloud, they told me “shut it!”
Am I a lunatic?
Track Name: Kinky Little Move
Walking through the city
Guzzling my whisky
Searching for a pretty nifty girl like you
No stranger to your games
Of dishing out fake names
And numbers that are mumbled, jumbled like puzzles
Cheeky in her ways, she gazed at me to say, “Let’s play”

So I drink, fuck around, doing anything to unwind
Trying to find my partner in crime now, baby
But I’m kind of mindful of time
And I don’t mind being alone

Then, that conniving missy
Whispered deeds so sleazy
Something ‘bout a kinky-little move she knew
Shesaid, “drop ya pants” and grinned
“Our tangled limbs will spin”
Dancing as we stumbled, crumbled, then chuckled
She turned to walk away, zipped me up and praised, “well played”

So I drink, fuck around, doing anything to unwind
Trying to find my partner in crime now, baby
But I’m kind of mindful of time
And I don’t mind being alone

Dizzy as I fell through the door
Holding onto the floor
I tried scaling the staircase
When my phone began to roar
A sexy pic, a video and she said “there’s more you know”

Wasted but in the mood
I had to bust a move
When I got there feeling cool
She was waiting fully nude
“Come on in” she said and grinned, “our tangled limbs will spin”