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Hit it!
This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA! "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm sure He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy And he's plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts in suits They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store too Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers Before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And a happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Otherwise the bar is ours, The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Ive got a feeling the party has just begun All I wanna do is have some fun I won't tell ya, that your the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard |
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| 2. |
| 4:53 |
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My friend the communist
Holds meetings in his RV I can't afford his gas So I'm stuck here watching TV I don't have digital I don't have diddly squat It's not having what you want It's wanting what you've got I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna tell everyone To lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that) I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna soak up the sun I've got a crummy job It don't pay near enough To buy the things it takes To win me some of your love Every time I turn around I'm looking up, you're looking down Maybe something's wrong with you That makes you act the way you do Maybe I am crazy too I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna tell everyone To lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that) I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun Before it goes out on me I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna tell everyone To lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that) I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun I'm gonna tell everyone To lighten up (I'm gonna tell 'em that) I've got no one to blame For every time I feel lame I'm looking up I'm gonna soak up the sun Got my 45 on So I can rock on |
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| 4:06 |
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I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep in I looked at the clock when you creep in It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I was just beginning When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake Well, your friends are sorry for me They watch you pretend to adore me But I'm no fool to this game Now here comes your secret lover She'd be unlike any other Until your guilt goes up in flames Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I've gotten used to spending When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake Well maybe nothin' lasts forever Even when you stay together I don't need forever after It's your laughter won't let me go So I'm holding on this way Did you know, could you tell You were the only one That I ever loved Now everything's so wrong Did you see me walking by? Did it ever make you cry? You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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I Would've given
you all of my heart But there's someone Whos Torn it apart And He's takin just all that I had But if you wanna try to love again Baby ill try to love again but i know *The first cut is the deepest baby i know the first cut is the deepest and When it comes to being lucky He's Cursed When it comes to love and me he's worse I still want you by my side just to help me dry the tears that ive cried and im sure gonna give u a try if u wanna try to love again try baby ill try to love again but i know *Repeat I still want you by my side just to help me dry the tears that ive cried and im sure gonna give you a try cuz if u wanna try to love again baby ill try to love again but i know *Repeat (2x) |
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| 4:16 |
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I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine Everyday is a winding road (repeat until song fades) |
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| 6. |
| 5:10 |
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Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street Not that I care at all I spent the best part of my losing streak In an Army Jeep For what I can't recall Oh I'm banging on my TV set And I check the odds And I place my bet I pour a drink And I pull the blinds And I wonder what I'll find I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night Find some crossroad trucker To demonstrate his might But these days it seems Nowhere is far enough away So I'm leaving Las Vegas today I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm standing in the middle of the desert Waiting for my ship to come in But now no joker, no jack, no king Can take this loser hand And make it win I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I quit my job as a dancer At the Lido des Girls Dealing blackjack until one or two Such a muddly line between The things you want And the things you have to do I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving Las Vegas And I won't be back No I won't be back Not this time |
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| 3:10 |
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God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go Just try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be MAN ENOUGH to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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Something's happenin'
cause everything's different, but everything is fine, yeah Cause this is the good stuff and yesterday is only what you leave behind it's only in your mind You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes There's no use pretendin' you (or it) never existed til you saw the light, yeah Cause you're just beginning you haven't missed it it's only in you, and you know what to do You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes If the world wasn't the way she is now you'd be mysterious she's got more use and give it to me When nobody's happy that's not the world outside where everybody hides You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes You gotta talk to the one who made you talk to the one who understands talk to the one who gave you all that light in your eyes all that light in your eyes Yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you for the light in your eyes yeah, thank you, thank you yeah, everything will stop yeah, thank you, thank you, for the light in your eyes for the light in your eyes |
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| 9. |
| 5:24 |
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I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes, And drank til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad |
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| 10. |
| 6:19 |
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I think I was wrong
I think you were right All my angry words Will keep me up at night Through the old screen door I still hear you say Honey won't you stop Treating me that way If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed Tell it to me slow Tell me with your eyes If anyone should know How to let it slide I swear I can see you Coming up the drive There ain't nothing like regret To remind you you're alive If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed I crossed the canyon a thousand times But never noticed what was mine What you'll remember of me tonight Well, it almost makes me cry it almost makes me cry If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see, no you won't see If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see the change in me But you won't see But babe I've changed Cause babe I've changed |
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| 11. |
| 4:59 |
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[Kid Rock]
Livin' my life in a slow hell Different girl every night at the hotel I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky Wish I had a good girl to miss me Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways I put your picture away Sat down and cried today I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her I put your picture away, sat down and cried today I can't look at you, while I'm lyin next to her [Sherly Crow] I called you last night in the hotel Everyone knows but they wont tell But their half hearted smiles tell me Somethin' just ain't right I been waitin' on you for a long time Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights I put your picture away I wonder where you been I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him I put your picture away I wonder where you been I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him I saw ya yesterday with an old friend [Kid Rock] It was the same ole same "how have you been" [Both] Since you been gone my worlds been dark & grey [Kid Rock] You reminded me of brighter days [Sheryl Crow] I hoped you were comin' home to stay I was headed to church [Kid Rock] I was off to drink you away [Both] I thought about you for a long time Can't seem to get you off my mind I can't understand why we're living life this way I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you to come back home I found your picture today I swear I'll change my ways I just called to say I want you to come back home I just called to say, I love you come back home |
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| 12. |
| 3:25 |
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Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood I got a quarter in my pocket And I'd call you if I could But I don't know why I gotta fly I wanna rock and roll this party I still wanna have some fun I wanna leave you feeling breathless Show you how the west was won But I gotta fly I gotta fly [CHORUS:] Like Steve McQueen All I need's a fast machine I'm gonna make it all right Hoo hoo Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You'll never catch me tonite Hoo hoo I ain't takin' shit off no one Baby that was yesterday I'm an all American rebel Making my big getaway Yeah you know it's time I gotta fly [CHORUS] We got rockstars in the Whitehouse All our popstars look like porn All my heroes hit the highway Cause They don't hang out here no more You can drum it on my cell phone You can page me all night long But you won't catch this freebird I'll already be long gone Like Steve McQueen All we need's a fast machine And we're gonna make it all right [CHORUS] |
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| 3:50 |
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Ten years living in a paperbag
Feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat He's a platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear Bottom feeder insincere Prophet lo-fi pioneer Sell the house and go to school Get a young girlfriend, daddy's jewel A change would do you good A change would do you good God's little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing in a fashion mag Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde Wear your fake fur on the inside Queen of south beach, aging blues Dinner's at six, wear your cement shoes I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see A change would do you good A change would do you good Chasing dragons with plastic swords Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I'm calling Buddy on the ouija board I've been thinking 'bout catching a train Leave my phone machine by the radar range Hello it's me, I'm not at home If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good Hello, it's me, I'm not at home If you'd like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good |
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| 4:52 |
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I woke up this morning
Now I understand What it means to give your life To just one man Afraid of feeling nothing No bees or butterflies My head is full of questions And my house is full of lies This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I saw him standing there When I was seventeen Now I'm thirty-two And I can't remember what I'd seen in you I made a promise Said it everyday Now I'm reading romance novels And I'm dreaming of yesterday This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'd like to see the Riviera And slowdance underneath the stars I'd like to watch the sun come up In a stranger's arms This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'm going crazy A little every day cause everything I wanted IS now driving me away I woke this morning To the sound of breaking hearts Mine is full of questions And it's tearing yours apart... |
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| 5:02 |
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Hey let's party, let's get down,
let's turn the radio on, This is the meltdown. Get out the camera, take a picture, The drag queens and the freaks Are all out on the town. And cowboy Jane's in bed Nursing a swollen head. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. Now there goes the neighborhood. The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower. She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers. And Schoolboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. mail. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie. The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky. We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. |
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| 5:34 |
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Come to me now
And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key Never again would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe |
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I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine Everyday is a winding road (repeat until song fades) |
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It's don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again It's don't hurt like it did I can sing my song again I scraped the paper off the wall I put down carpet in the hall I left no trace of you at all And I can sing my song again I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep The moon is hanging like your hat The sun comes up, well I don't see Curtains tied up like a bat The electric man looks good today Maybe not, well I'm trying hard Trying hard to feel that way, The electric man's a good place to start Took your paintings off the wall That one of me that you called doll I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small Now I can sing my song again I don't think of you no more Except for everyday or two I don't think of you no more Except for in between the sun and moon Packed up and moved out after all Bulldozed the house and watched it fall That blessed sight I still recall I can sing my song again I can sing my song It don't hurt like it did, it hurts worse Who do I kid? |
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Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he’s a flipped out cat He’s a platinum canary, drinkin’ falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear Bottom feeder insincere Prophet lo-fi pioneer Sell the house and go to school Get a young girlfriend, daddy’s jewel A change would do you good A change would do you good God’s little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing in a fashion mag Canine, feline, jekyll and hyde Wear your fake fur on the inside Queen of south beach, aging blues Dinner’s at six, wear your cement shoes I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see A change would do you good A change would do you good Chasing dragons with plastic swords Jack off jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I’m calling buddy on the ouija board I’ve been thinking ’bout catching a train Leave my phone machine by the radar range Hello it’s me, I’m not at home If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good Hello, it’s me, I’m not at home If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good |
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Rock on- gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon And dig your grave Heartless challenge Pick your path and I'll pray Wake up in the morning See your sunrise- loves- to go down Lousy lovers- pick their prey But they never cry out loud Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now- do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home. Rock on- ancient woman Follow those who pale In your shadow Rulers make bad lovers You better put your kingdom up for sale Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now- do you know how Pickup the pieces and go home. |
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I've been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up [Chorus] If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, Scrape the mold off the bread, And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home Chorus We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? Chorus |
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Hit it!
This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA! "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm sure He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy And he's plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts in suits They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store too Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause [Chorus] All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And a happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads *Chorus Otherwise the bar is ours, The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but *Chorus |
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Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants. Never made a school mama happy, Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Always took candy from strangers, Didn't wanna get me no trade. Never want to be like papa, Working for the boss ev'ry night and day. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy. Baby, won't ya keep me happy. Baby, please keep me I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Never got a flash out of cocktails, When I got some flesh off the bone. Never got a lift out of Lear jets, When I can fly way back home. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. |
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I think I was wrong
I think you were right All my angry words Will keep me up at night Through the old screen door I still hear you say Honey won't you stop Treating me that way If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed Tell it to me slow Tell me with your eyes If anyone should know How to let it slide I swear I can see you Coming up the drive There ain't nothing like regret To remind you you're alive If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed I crossed the canyon a thousand times But never noticed what was mine What you'll remember of me tonight Well, it almost makes me cry it almost makes me cry If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see, no you won't see If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see the change in me But you won't see But babe I've changed Cause babe I've changed |
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[Clapton]
In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. [Crow] I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. [Clapton] You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. [Crow] I'll wait in the queue when the trains come around; I Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves. [Clapton] At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. He's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. [Crow] I'll sleep in this in place, with the lonely crowd Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
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Hey let's party, let's get down, let's turn the radio on,
This is the meltdown. Get out the camera, take a picture, The drag queens and the freaks Are all out on the town. And cowboy Jane's in bed Nursing a swollen head. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. Now there goes the neighborhood. The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower. She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers. And Schooboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. mail. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie. The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky. We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. |
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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun who violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up to his hero the Commander-in-Chief "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun is not yellow it is chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues |
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Hit it!
This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA! "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm sure He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy And he's plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts in suits They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store too Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause [Chorus] All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And a happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads *Chorus Otherwise the bar is ours, The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but *Chorus |
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I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine Everyday is a winding road (repeat until song fades) |
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Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street Not that I care at all I spent the best part of my losing streak In an Army Jeep For what I can't recall Oh I'm banging on my TV set And I check the odds And I place my bet I pour a drink And I pull the blinds And I wonder what I'll find I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night Find some crossroad trucker To demonstrate his might But these days it seems Nowhere is far enough away So I'm leaving Las Vegas today I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm standing in the middle of the desert Waiting for my ship to come in But now no joker, no jack, no king Can take this loser hand And make it win I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I quit my job as a dancer At the Lido des Girls Dealing blackjack until one or two Such a muddly line between The things you want And the things you have to do I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving Las Vegas And I won't be back No I won't be back Not this time |
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God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go Just try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be MAN ENOUGH to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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I've been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up [Chorus] If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, Scrape the mold off the bread, And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home Chorus We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? Chorus |
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She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run |
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Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood I got a quarter in my pocket And I'd call you if I could But I don't know why I gotta fly I wanna rock and roll this party I still wanna have some fun I wanna leave you feeling breathless Show you how the west was won But I gotta fly I gotta fly [CHORUS:] Like Steve McQueen All I need's a fast machine I'm gonna make it all right Hoo hoo Like Steve McQueen Underneath your radar screen You'll never catch me tonite Hoo hoo I ain't takin' shit off no one Baby that was yesterday I'm an all American rebel Making my big getaway Yeah you know it's time I gotta fly [CHORUS] We got rockstars in the Whitehouse All our popstars look like porn All my heroes hit the highway Cause They don't hang out here no more You can drum it on my cell phone You can page me all night long But you won't catch this freebird I'll already be long gone Like Steve McQueen All we need's a fast machine And we're gonna make it all right [CHORUS] |
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Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he’s a flipped out cat He’s a platinum canary, drinkin’ falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear Bottom feeder insincere Prophet lo-fi pioneer Sell the house and go to school Get a young girlfriend, daddy’s jewel A change would do you good A change would do you good God’s little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing in a fashion mag Canine, feline, jekyll and hyde Wear your fake fur on the inside Queen of south beach, aging blues Dinner’s at six, wear your cement shoes I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see A change would do you good A change would do you good Chasing dragons with plastic swords Jack off jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I’m calling buddy on the ouija board I’ve been thinking ’bout catching a train Leave my phone machine by the radar range Hello it’s me, I’m not at home If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good Hello, it’s me, I’m not at home If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good |
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I woke up this morning
Now I understand What it means to give your life To just one man Afraid of feeling nothing No bees or butterflies My head is full of voices And my house is full of lies This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I saw him standing there When I was seventeen Now I'm thirty-two And I can't remember what I'd seen in you I made a promise Said it everyday Now I'm reading romance novels And I'm dreaming of yesterday This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'd like to see the Riviera And slowdance underneath the stars I'd like to watch the sun come up In a stranger's arms This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'm going crazy A little every day cause everything I wanted IS now driving me away I woke this morning To the sound of breaking hearts Mine is full of questions And it's tearing yours apart... |
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Hey let's party, let's get down, let's turn the radio on,
This is the meltdown. Get out the camera, take a picture, The drag queens and the freaks Are all out on the town. And cowboy Jane's in bed Nursing a swollen head. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. Now there goes the neighborhood. The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower. She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers. And Schooboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. mail. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie. The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky. We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. |
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I light your cigarettes
I bring you apples from the vine How quickly you forget I run the bath and pour the wine I bring you everything that floats into your mind But you don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down When you come 'round You are a raging sea I pull myself out everyday I plea insanity Cause I can't leave but I can't stay You say, won't you come find me and yes is what I say You don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down Everything is crashing to the ground Maybe I'm not your perfect kind Maybe I'm not what you had in mind Maybe we're just killing time You with your silky words And your eyes of green and blue You with your steel beliefs That don't match anything you do It was so much easier before you became you You don't bring me anything but down You don't bring me anything but down Everything just crashes to the ground When you come around When you come around No more playing seek and hide No more long and wasted nights Can't you make it easy on yourself I know you wish you were strong You wish you were never wrong Well, I got some wishes of my own (Sheryl Crow) |
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