Shout As One - EP

by Vaanka Schkvare

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released May 22, 2014

Vedran Pizentić - Drums
Tomislav Martinčić - Guitar
Ivan Martinčić - Bass, Vocals
Sanel Isanović - Back vocals on #3
Vedran Gergorić - Keyboards on #1 and #5
Olja Frolo - Vocals on #1

Muzika i tekst: Vaanka Schkvare
Produkcija: Sanel Isanović
Snimanje, miksanje i mastering: Sanel Isanović
Snimano u studiju (prostoru) OSA Media.
Izdavač: OSA Media
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Track Name: Your Way
When somebody says: “He's better than you.”
When you know that's not true
When somebody says: “He really hates you.”
Just smile and say: “I’m doing it my way.”

You're trying to live, but he puts you down
You're trying to walk, but he makes you crawl
You're trying to smile, but he makes you cry
Just smile and say: “I'm not doing it your way.”

Don't always trust the people
Don't always fight the people
When somebody says: “You ain't right.”
Just smile and say: “It doesn't matter anyway,
I'm doing it my way.”

When he's trying to make you hate
When he's trying to make you pray
When you know that's not right
Just smile and say: “I’m doing it my way.”

Don't always fight the people
Don't always trust the people
When somebody says: “You ain't right.”
Just smile and say: “It doesn't matter anyway,
I'm doing it my way.”
Track Name: Give It To The Poor
Hey Mr. Rich Guy tell me one thing
Every evening in your bed before you fall asleep
How does it make you feel? All this money, it isn’t real!
How many pairs of shoes do you really need?
Why won’t you tell me?

Hey Mr. Rich Guy tell me one thing
In the morning you’re awake and the nightmare sleeps
Tell me can’t you see? This is not the way it’s supposed to be!
How many fancy suits do you really need?
Why won’t you tell me?

Hey Mr. Rich Guy tell me one thing
How many fancy suits do you really need?
But, don’t you know? Money isn’t answer at all!
How many fast cars do you really need?
Why won’t you tell me?

Take all the good stuff, take all the shoes
Take all the fast cars and your good will and
Give it to the poor! Give it to the poor every day!
Don’t you sleep well? Don’t you feel good?
Why don’t you tell me?
Track Name: Shout As One
Hey, hey, hey, don’t give up the fight
Hey, hey, hey, the fight will never stop
Hey, hey, hey, don’t give up the fight
Fight for your rights, fight

All of you hardworking people
Raise your hands and shout as one
Stop this nonsense exploitation
Stop this terrible situation

What can a little man do for himself
What can a little man do for his rights
Revolution as the only solution
Revolution as the new evolution

Hey, hey, hey, don’t give up the fight
Hey, hey, hey, the fight will never stop
Hey, hey, hey, don’t give up the fight
Fight for your rights, fight
Track Name: My Mistake
I still remember my first mistake
I sure remember the second
But the next one I make won’t be yours to see

I still remember falling on my knees
When I should’ve stand
But no more, no more, I won’t beg for you

This ain’t my first mistake
No it ain’t my last
But I made it for myself
Not for the others

I still remember my first mistake
I sure remember my third
'Cause all of them made me what I am

I still remember the words you said
I still remember I left
‘Cause no more, no more, I won’t beg you

This ain’t my first mistake
No it ain’t my last
But I made it for myself
Not for the others
Track Name: Family Man Blues
Arguing with my woman almost every day
‘Cause I’m unemployed for two years now
No incomes from my side at all
No luck in my life no more

She’s a waitress in a local bar
Working hard for all of us
Working overtime for the extra money
To take care of her little baby

I used to be a good, one of the best
I was working in a factory day and night
Until ten tone crane broke my leg
Until boss had to quit my job

Now I’m babysitting our two kids
She’s still a waitress in a local bar
I’m washing dirty laundry, I keep the floors clean
Making dinner when she comes home

But when the blues is all over my head
Like a black cloud full of rain
I'm taking my guitar, playing soft
That six string, it brings my smile back