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I came upon two strangers on a black and white TV
In a hotel room called nowhere, in the dead of half-past three Their eyes met across the captain's table Both trying to resist, but just weren't able The one that got away. You knew it had to happen, the music grew intense In love affairs on oceans, the feelings seem immense Looks like they headed into stormy weather Oh, they saw it, even though they stuck together The one that got away Now he sees past the glamour, she sees past the lies The night is quick to anger, the dawn is slow to rise Who knows what the powers are that divide us? She still keeps a photograph beside herThe one that got away The one that got away |
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| 2. |
| 5:28 |
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We met on the beach amid rumours of war
Your head in your hand, what you saw you won't say As the newspapers flew in the wind. I can see you're one of that kind Who carry ‘round a time bomb in their mind, no one knows When you'll slip the pin. Rumours of war, rumours of war. I see that your dress is torn at the edge You were lost, intense, like a man on a ledge, waiting to jump As the waves break over the shore. You say there's a storm that can't be delayed And lately it seems to be comin' this way, you can hear it break Like the slam of a door. Rumours of war, rumours of war. You tell me, just look all around At the past and the present, the cross and the crescent The signs and the planets are lining up like before. There are souls on fire in the day and the night On the left and the right, in the black and the white You can see it burn in the eyes of the rich and the poor. Rumours of war, rumours of war. Rumours of war, rumours of war. |
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| 3. |
| 6:00 |
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It was a night meeting
Somewhere in a troubled land They came with no greeting Left without a shaken hand. Nearby the town sleeping Was unaware of what was done No need for watchkeeping They'll be gone before the sun. You may not see just where the sense is In the actions of the State You may not know the consequences Of their actions till too late The rival factions still debate As shadows gather at your gate. It was a night meeting They won't admit on either side There'll be no press briefing Information classified. It was a night meeting Independently arranged To get a signed treaty Force the government to change. Secret diplomacy Without the means to make their policy prevail Meanwhile the powers that be Behind the scenes have guaranteed to see them fail. You seem beyond the jurisdiction Of the democratic powers You do not see the contradiction Of the watchmen in the towers You turn your back as night devours The final chance, the final hours. It was a night meeting These are men who won't be missed Their lives were just fleeting They don't officially exist. |
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| 3:33 |
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Linda was killed last Saturday about fifteen blocks from where she lives
In a car crash, people gathered ‘round the graveside friends and relatives dressed in black Preacher mumblin' how she's bound to go to Heaven The service started at half-past ten, it was all over by eleven. They say it's God's to give, and God's to take away But why He happened to pick Linda on a Saturday night, no one could say Maybe it's just one of those things, one of those things. They found guy the who did it, he had the lobotomy and the chicken eyes And he gazed around the courtroom with a kind of vague surprise Reminded me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords The kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards. Said he wasn't looking, maybe he had had a bit too much It was dark, it was raining, he didn't see the light or some such It was just one of those things, one of those things. I asked my local guru the situation and he gave me this reply While pointing a bony finger up into the general direction of the sky ’Get on with your own life, it is not ours to reason why’ Said he used to worry about it once when he was young, now he doesn't even bother to try. He left me with a feeling that what he said was basically sound Like a black hole in space or philosophy, useless but profound Just one of those things, one of those things. Tonight I'm gonna take myself down to my local cafe Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark abyss I wanna be just like that Viking, I wanna know if ignorance is truly bliss. Linda's in the cold ground, won't see her anymore Somewhere out on the highway tonight, the drunken engines roar It's just one of those things, one of those things. Oh, just one of those things. |
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| 3:56 |
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You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family
You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. Your mother's taking pills all day, she's looking to escape Your uncle's in the County Jail for statutory rape Just another runner never made it to the tape. Your cousin gets his kicks setting everything on fire Your little brother always lets the air out of my tyres Your sister wants to prove that she's an object of desire. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your fantasy. Your father's a collector and his things are a delight He likes cameras and binoculars and everything in sight He collects them in a wagon in the middle of the night. Every holiday's a nightmare and it's giving me the chills Everybody ends up fighting, I remember it still The only thing that they agree on is it's me they want to kill. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. I think we ought to break up, I could really use the rest Everything I like you say is something you detest But every time I try to leave you say you love me best. I was looking for some mystery, I thought you'd be the girl I really must admit you were like nothing in this world I finally got the oyster but I never found the pearl. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I don't understand your vanity. You're a strange girl, you come from a strange family You're a strange girl, I think you're headed for calamity. (Strange strange) girl (Strange strange) girl (Strange strange) most peculiar! (Strange strange) girl. |
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| 4:32 | 
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| 1. |
| 5:38 |
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Late at night
When reality's failing and nothing is prevailing but the wind, I come to you Out of sight Like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in, you always do. My reason is caught by a sudden gust of lateral thought that sweeps me far beyond It's the opium of the night And the ocean of words that we throw in the air grow more absurd and nobody seems to care It's a refugee's respite. Cafe Society. Late at night (late at night) While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake, I think of you Dim your lights (dim your lights) Oh, I want to sink deep in that river of oblivion you make, I need it too. Let me check-in my mind with my coat at the door ‘cause I want to go flying where I've never been before Some inviting dark ravine If the hand that you hold in the dead of the night is a little too cold, the body seems just right It's a Toulouse Lautrec scene. Cafe Society. (‘Excuse me, sir, are you a member ?’) |
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| 3:14 |
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| 3. |
| 2:09 |
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Inside the lonely building sits the candidate
His speech is typed and ready, the hundred dollar plates Sit on deserted tables beneath fluorescent light But no one comes to hear him; no cheers disturb the night So where are all the voters? Where the voters' wives? They've all gone to the movies, trying to understand their lives The candidate is slipping into some dream of old Not noticing around him, a thousand rubber chickens going cold. |
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| 4:19 |
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| 5. |
| 5:13 |
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Lori, don't go right now
Now that you've come this far Lori, you don't know how Close you really are. There's nothing you can't do It's up to you to let it go Put the past behind Out of sight and out of mind. Lori, you're never gonna see Behind the untried door You know it doesn't have to be The way it was before. You're not the only one who found too soon The more you care The more you stand to lose I've been inside your shoes So Lori, don't go right now. I know you just take anything on trust Why don't you open up and show the way you feel ? What's there to hide ? What is it that's inside of you that you seem so unwilling to reveal ? So let's just take it slow It's not as though I'm asking for your secrets or your soul You need a hand to hold So Lori, don't go right now. Lori, don't go right now Lori, don't go right now. |
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