Street Song (feat. Sunshine Allison)

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Krister Axel

Krister Axel is a musical artist known for his soulful and introspective style of music. He combines elements of folk, rock, and blues to create unique and heartfelt compositions. With his expressive vocals and engaging storytelling, Krister Axel has garnered a dedicated following and continues to captivate listeners with his emotionally resonant songs. more »

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At the corner, my sister
With a leather hat in her hand
She's begging from strangers
With a waltz for their curious eyes
"Could you spare us a blanket?
Or the shirt from your back
Don't you think our music paints a luscious scene?
And I swear, you'd be helping out
To keep us alive, and keep us all drunk
Somebody care, somebody stop, and listen
My sister's waltzing for you..."
And then there's the evening
That drags itself into view
Busy with all of those costume balls
And dinners late at night for two
But sometimes they go dancing
So we find a cool place to hide
And practice all of our fancy moves
So we can wow them back to paradise
Playing for the streets
Playing for the lights
I'm playing for the drunks
On a Saturday night
But ain't this a mystery
What a fine, fine mess
I got nothing to show
For years at my best
I don't have an office
Or a new fax machine
There's cracks in my ceiling
There's holes in my jeans
And the sky is so quiet
But the buildings are loud
This city's got every sad saga stored
In a kitchen somewhere, or in a bedroom somewhere
Screaming at their wives or their children or their mothers, or their brothers
Or their sisters, or their cousins or their cats, or their dogs
I always say that there's nothing about life
To keep me from drifting from corner to corner
To corner to corner to corner to corner
To corner to corner to corner to corner
To corner... that ain't no way to live
But ain't this a mystery
What a fine, fine mess
I got nothing to show
For years at my best
I don't have an office
Or a new fax machine
There's cracks in my ceiling
There's holes in my jeans
It's been this way since when I don't remember
It's been this way since when I don't remember
It's been this way since when I don't remember
It's been this way since when I don't remember
Ain't this a mystery
What a fine, fine mess
I got nothing to show
For years at my best
I don't have an office
Or a new fax machine
There's cracks in my ceiling
My ceiling

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