EP #2

by THE GRAND COULEE

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released 01 November 2011

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THE GRAND COULEE is not only the name of an ancient river bed in the high north of the USA, but also the name of this new ... more band with an appetite for lavish melodies and poetic lyrics. And just like the glacial waters that once formed the ravine that gave the band its name, THE GRAND COULEE are flooding today’s ears and hearts with its infectious blend of folk, swing and a big dash of indie-pop. less

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Track Name: Engels & Marx
Engels & Marx

1

Engels & Marx
took a walk in the park,
and Engels was awfully silent.
Marx bit his lip -
was it something he did say? -
when Engels with tears in his eyes said:

Oh, my Mary has died!
She was the love of my live...
Oh, those wild Irish eyes
shone like stars in disguise!
My youth is spent like her smile...
And your letter, my friend –
no word of kindness to spare?


2

Marx averted his gaze,
red was his face,
when he mumbled
into his beard
somethng about lack of money
and how Ricardo and Smith
drove him to tears.

Engels said: „Oh, please, Marx -
Come on and show me some compassion and love!
Well, assuming you still know
what that is.
It can’t be our relationship is only
about economics, the fight against
the bourgeoisie, the trouble with the anarchists -
and ‚comrade’ should be more than just a word now,
won’t you agree?

REF

So, tell me now:
What’s the meaning of friendship?
Do you know, Marx?
Do you know?
It’s more than just mere affection –
Don’t you know, Marx?
Don’t you know?
A friend is someone
you don’t ask for a favor,¬.
Someone who will grant it for free.
Someone who will lend you a hand when you’re feeling
empty and lonely and useless and hopeless and beat...

SOLO

3

And Marx thought to himself:
„Don’t you know, old friend?
Don’t you know?
I love you more than just anything -
and more than gold, oh,
more than gold.
I would love you to dance on my grave,
when I’m dead,
when I’m dead.
And I would love to tell you
you’re the greatest friend
I ever had...“

REF

But he just said:
„Look, Engels, I’m sorry for what I said.
I’m a cynic, I didn’t mean it –
don’t you know it?
Can you forgive me?“
And Engels said:
„That’s the easiest part –
ain’t forgiving mistakes
what friendship is
just all about?“
Track Name: Pharaoh
Pharaoh

1

Wake wake up
It’s a beautiful day
The sun sun sun
Is smiling our way
Our fists, our flags
our barricades
The police won’t leave
And we’re going to stay

Yeah come on down
It’s now or never
The King can hide
But not forever
This is a
change in the weather
We, the mob
Have come together to


REF

Tell the pharaoh
We won’t go
away


2

Go go go
And muster your men
We we will
Be waiting for them
They may have the guns
But together we stand
And we we we
Will win in the end

Yeah call call call
for the royal guards
your palace on fire
just like our hearts
and take take take
a good look around
your viziers have already
fled this town

REF

Now
Tell the pharaoh
We won’t go
Away

BRIDGE

Away
From these streets
From these places
We’re like trees
Can’t be shaken
And our seeds
Will fly far
Even if
Our twigs
should be breaking

SOLO

3

So wake wake up
the time has come
By the end of the day
the king will be gone
We thought we were weak
But we’re strong
We’ve only been harmless
For far too long

Tell the Pharaoh
this:

We don't need no government
no ministers, no presidents
We don't need no ruling class,
baby we can rule ourselves!

We don't need no bosses
their profits are our losses
We don't need no ruling class
baby we can rule ourselves

We don't need no mullahs
no Pope, no Ayatollah
We don't need no leaders, no
yeah we know where we want to go

We don't need no masters,
no servants – yeah, we’re past this
We don't need no ruling class
baby we can rule ourselves