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Street
656
Rock
Street was released on June 12, 1995 by Ariola as a part of the album Street
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AlbumStreet
Release DateJune 12, 1995
LabelAriola
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM176

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Herman Brood & His Wild Romance
Herman Brood & His Wild Romance
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herman Brood
Herman Brood
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Herman Brood & His Wild Romance
Herman Brood & His Wild Romance
Producer
Robin Freeman
Robin Freeman
Engineer
Martin
Martin
Engineer

Lyrics

Street
Street
Street
Street
Hey boy I can see
You're one of our own
The way you stick out your ears
Bitch your bursts
Cook up your tears
Clean your works
And hit that stone (hit that stone)
Daddy kick that stone (kick that stone)
Waisting your time under some leko light
There's a hell of a difference
Sucking a tit
Have you ever
Ever seen a hot shot hit, kid
You're gonna talk to yourself
You know, mumble inside
Split from yourself
Looking for life in the street
Hanging round on the sidewalk (street)
You've got the blackboard feelings (street)
Gettin' high and go dancin' (street)
Robbin' and stealin'
Hey boy
Just take a tip
Don't be overhip
Just reach out
See what it's all about
But take a good look down this road
Before, you old buddy, hit that stone (hit that stone)
Kick that stone (kick that stone)
Where were you when the lights went out
As all these loners hanging round
Do their crap so loud
I saw you sneak in
When we should make the show
And you know the stage is high
But you feel so low
In the street
On a hot summer sunday (street)
You've got the pavement steamin (street)
You've got lost in the subway (street)
Then wild romance keeps you dreamin
Hey boy
Many people try to sing the blues
About the love they lost
You know, about feelin' low
Holes in their shoes
About missing the show
Hit that stone (hit that stone)
Daddy kick that stone (kick that stone)
You're gonna change your car
For seven horses
Nursing the pain
Stone walls crashin'
You're gonna face yourself
Upside down
You're gonna see every shit house
In the whole damned town, in the street
Hanging round on the sidewalk (street)
You've got the blackboard feelings (street)
Flashin' and dancin' (street)
Robbin' and stealin' (street)
Hey, you feel the heat closing in (street)
Buddy, on a hot summer sunday (street)
You've got the pavement steamin' (street)
Got lost in the subway (street)
Can't you feel the heatwave (street)
Like a loop de loop (street)
Straight from the gutter, ma (street)
Like a bowl of soup (street)
Don't wanna lose a minute (street)
Don't wanna miss a chance (street)
Can't you feel the slipstream
Like a wild romance
Written by: Herman Brood
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