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Oovo Jail
03:37
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A long time ago, I was a-ramblin’ round
Like a rolling stone, from town to town
‘Cross the Bantha plains, amidst the North Dune Sea
Someone knocked me down, and arrested me
When I awoke, I was being held
By Imperial guards, in a prison cell
They say I killed a man, down Outer Kerner way
For a game of cards I aint ever played
So hear I’ll stay, in Oovo Jail
I aint got no one, for to go my bail
While the guilty man, is free to stray
I’ll spend the rest of my days, in Oovo Jail
The Cantina that day, well it was over run
By a thirsty crowed sheltered from the suns
Well the whiskey flowed, and the cards were hot
When a cheatin’ hand, was shadowed by a shot
Yes I was there, but I did not stay
So tell me Guards, how can it be?
That everybody there, came to agree
That the murderin’ man, looked a lot like me
So hear I’ll stay, in Oovo Jail
I aint got no one, for to go my bail
While the guilty man, is free to stray
I’ll spend the rest of my days, in Oovo Jail
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Beggar's Pride
03:39
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For my stake of aurodium - To me way hey, Corellia-ay
I joined the Zann Consortium - To Nar Shaddaa from Corellia-ay
I don’t fight for the rebellion
I fight for the credits and aurodium
On a rusty ol’ rigger called the Beggar’s Pride
With ion cannon on the main wing side
It’s a merciless ship with bloody crew
With but fifteen men and Captain too
The Quarren Captain met his lot
When he lost his limbs to Falsin’s rot
We weighed down our cargo of spice and rum
And took our chance on the kessel run
Don’t you hear the pilot bawlin’?
The Nal Hutta space port’s a-callin’
Where four Twi’lek girls do wait for me
The finest four girls you ever did see
Should someday we be homeward bound
I’ll take one as a wife and settle down
To me way hey, Corellia-ay
From Nar Shaddaa to Corellia-ay
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3. |
Rebel Song
03:49
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Come gather round you rebels and listen to me
I’ll tell you a tale of the places I’ve seen
Where the people are hungry and long to be free
From the oppressive Imperial Army
I met a man from Alderaan bound forever to roam
For an order was given to destroy his fair home
The soul of the Republic has been and now gone
Along with two billion souls suddenly silenced
So it comes as no surprise that we’re getting organised
With every single soldier we grow stronger
We’ll take them in the sands and we’ll take them in the skies
Until the Empire is no longer
For all the brave men and women who fought to their graves
For the freedom of every wookie enslaved
We’ll see that your sacrifice has been repaid
And that this cruel war is finally over
From the populous Core Worlds of the inner rim
To the desolate ruins of old Dantooine
Come hear the cries of the Galaxy sing
Long live the Rebel Alliance
So tell the Emperor damn his eyes for he better recognise
That together we will rise and we will conquer
No matter how they try we will not be satisfied
Until the Empire is no longer
No we will not resign until the Emperor has died –
And the Empire is no longer
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Tangle Town
03:07
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Two clicks from Kothal there is fracking on Lothal
Driving the locals loco, ask the Duros and Gotals
I say oh Tangle town, give me a good reason baby why I should hang around
Pastures of plenty, gleaming grasslands of green
Sweet smelling jogan blossoms blooming every spring
Oh Tangle town, give me a good reason baby why I should hang around
I hear the clink clank of the Empire’s army tanks
I smell the stink stank of gasses as minor’s drills are cranked
I say oh Tangle town, give me a good reason baby why I should hang around
Rich getting richer, while our kids are getting sicker
Your sons, and daughters consume toxic air and water
I say oh Tangle town, give me a good reason baby why I should hang around
I don’t understand it, what they’ve gone done to this planet
The ones who outta ban it are the scum who went and planned it
I say oh Tangle town, give me a good reason baby why I should hang around
Just take a gander at all of the back handers
Though they’d probably call it slander and have you reprimanded
I say oh Tangle, give me a good reason baby why I should hang around
So we say – Bye bye babe bye bye
So we say – Bye bye babe bye bye
Bye, bye, bye oh shanty town
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Cantina Cantina, please let me go free
For I am as drunk as drunk as can be
If I had any sense I’d be on my way
Cantina Cantina, please let me go free
Cantina Cantina, won’t you let me go home
Let me walk out the door and pour me no more
There’s a price on my head, and I outta go
Cantina Cantina, wont you let me go home
Cantina Cantina, wont you turn down the light
I’m in no mood for trouble and not fit to fight
I can’t get outta this chair, try as I might
Cantina Cantina, wont you turn down you light
Cantina Cantina, empty my glass
For that bounty hunter is catching up fast
Pour me a drink, and make it my last
Cantina Cantina, please empty my glass
Cantina Cantina, but now it’s too late
I hear the lone gunman approaching the gate
I’ll have me another, yes he’ll have to wait
Cantina Cantina, for now it’s too late
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I’ve sung this ol’ song and I’ll sing it again,
Of the people and places and faces I’ve seen,
Who are raised in the dust and are gone with the wind –
The forlorn who are born to be twisted and torn
From the B’omar flats to the high mospic range,
In the dry diamond deserts and the wild windy plains
The moisture farmers are praying for rain –
And the Tusken Raiders are doing the same
Migrants and merchants drift from town to town,
Tryin’ to musta a living but are always kept down,
At the edge of your cities sleeping on the hard ground –
We’re weathered and worn by many-a-storm
I’ve roamed and I’ve rambled, made this desert my home,
I sing for my supper, and then move along,
But the Imperial agents stop me where ever I go –
They try to pin and to blame ever’ crime to my name
In the cold moonlit evenings when the chilly winds blow,
I shake and I shiver from my head to my toes,
But in the hot double days I sweat right through my clothes –
My poor ol’ feet have walked a hard dusty road
This song is for the folk who are flat outta luck,
‘Cause there aint a whole lot on this old dusty rock,
For the gambling men in the hands of the Hutts –
For the rambling men whose feet have got stuck
The poorboys and pirates perched in the sun,
The Bith musician, and villainous scum
The Jawa trader and and the hired gun –
The farm boy, the outlaw - for everyone
The swindler, the thief, the rebel squaddie,
That cave dwelling eremite ol’ Ben Kenobi,
The podracer, spacer, both woman and man –
The force that binds us, and the soul of this land
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Jinn Jams London, UK
Jinn Jams learned to play harmonica and synth-harp from listening to bands perform around Mos Espa and Mos Entha on his home
planet of Tatooine.
His debut EP ‘Talkin’ Tatooine Dustbowl Migrant Blues’ was recorded with the help of producer Tomo Curbcrawler.
Possession and distribution of the album is banned by the Imperial Board of Culture due to its ‘anti-Imperial’ nature.
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