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| 6:21 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:20 | 
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Save us from the wind that bleeds
Save us from the falling rain Save us from the House of God Save us from the wind that bleeds Nothing seems to matter anyway When that wind begins to blow Save us from the falling rain Save us from the House of God Save us from the wind that bleeds Save us from the falling rain And in the dark and cold of night I have to face it all again And face it harder, hopelessly With no idea what to do Save us from the wind that bleeds Save us from the falling rain Save us from the House of God Save us from the falling rain (repeat to fade) |
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| 3. |
| 5:42 |
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Oh, d'you see that, him standing in the street?
Mmm, he looks so big Listen, baby, I've seen it before He's running round with all the boys Oh, love him Mmm, big thighs Creepy, creepy in the dark Shiny, shiny Joan of Arc When the moonlight starts its glow Cold hard Helen, Queen of [...] She's got Christmas, got thunderstorms Like a baby, never, never been balled She's got fat men, vermin in disguise In the cold rooms of her eyes Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, look at them three dolces Big thighs of oiled men Oh listen, it's got to go right into my arms and stay Big fat mama done me wrong Left me hanging all alone But that bitch is as old, is as old, is as old Is as old as that dirty crone right out there Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Mercy, mercy, mercy me I'm so scared, please comfort me I don't wanna be, don't wanna be your banshee boy Paying like the House of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Oh, Helen of Troy Standing there among the lights Your eyes shining bright I want you all of the time Soon your body and all of you, mine [........................] Lubricate me, don't hate me But you are swimming |
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| 5:27 |
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You're ignorant, you're cool
You never learnt to say you're sorry A woman in my past is living on pins and needles Oh, oh Oh, oh Its all my fault Oh, oh Oh, oh What's a fool to do A woman in my past A woman in my present A woman in my past A woman in my present I know your style Smile when you're angry that's no way To get my attention Oh, oh Oh, oh Laughing at me Oh, oh Oh, oh All those memories A woman in my past A woman in the present A woman in my past A woman in the present (repeat to fade) |
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| 5. |
| 4:07 |
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When Abilene was young and gay
And thunder storms filled up the day The cattle roamed outside the town Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Then tracks were lain across the plain By broken old men in torrid rains The towns grew up and the people were still Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun We all joined in and all joined hands All joined in to help run this land Then soldiers came, long long ago Rode through the town and rode down those who were Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Gold came and went, quickly spent And the people broke down and often drowned In the wealth and pain of old Abilene Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun |
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| 6. |
| 6:33 |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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Hush, hush hush
Put your lips on mine Put your lips on mine Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush Put your lips on mine And don't tell a soul Put your lips on mine Give it up Let it go Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush, hush hush goodnight I can feel your body (give it up) I can feel your mine (let it go) Take me up to heaven (give it up) Never go home again Hush hush goodnight (repeat) |
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| 4:43 |
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| 9. |
| 4:43 |
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There's a carnival lady in a ten gallon hat
She pulls a rabbit out of the hat And sets it free, she sets it free There's a pigeon in my chimney and it's powdering up the air, Powdering up the air and making it hard to breathe Gonna set it free, it's free or fried Together again, and again Free again, and again The lady wants you to dance to the sound of the castanets, You're trying hard to forget What she'd mean to you, if she should set you free. When you walk in the rain up to your ankles in water Fixated on the vision of the hangman's daughter And what she'd mean to you, when she'd set you free Free again, and again Together again, and again You hear a noise in the distance and you see the sun go down The streets are full of junkies, there's a lot of them about You feel them getting closer, they're breathing down your neck, You're the only one left, you're the only one left Who doesn't wanna be free, you don't wanna be free You never asked to be free again. |
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| 10. |
| 5:06 |
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| 11. |
| 5:15 |
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The bears are in the forest
The Pope's in Rome I'm on a beach in Zanzibar Or at least I'll be here soon What a shame we carry with us The residue of fools Instead of better wisdom And Advance Tools We prefer to be standing Looking out from higher ground Breathing air to lift the spirits Or racing balloons in the Alps While on the beach in Zanzibar We're struggling in the surf Seeing the Look Horizon Moving further away from us And I close my eyes I think it's me Out on the Look Horizon where I found you. Across the Nile The Land of Pharaoh is digging up its past The broken amulets of history Strewn in our path I feel like someone's watching Through a window frame A child prodding a wounded insect Next to a cow in the pouring rain |
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| 4:12 |
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I forgotten how often we saw Magritte
He's been much on my mind these days Often we saw Magritte Inside a canvas of blue saturated with beauty In a web of glass Pinned to the edges of vision There's a car-horn in the street outside And a museum with its windows open Often we saw Magritte Running with the legends of conspicuous men And how often we forgot Magritte How we remembered him then And worshipped at his feet Pinned to the edges of vision Somebody's coming that hates us Better watch the art Upstairs there's a canvas stretched For umbrellas and bowler hats Everybody knows Rene did that Often we saw Magritte Pinned to the edges of vision Often we saw Magritte We all know Rene did that Often we saw Magritte |
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| 13. |
| 6:29 |
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| 1. |
| 6:10 |
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| 2. |
| 12:59 |
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Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker And the creepers get hung Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor And the other lost his hand Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin' - just smell the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just won't come When you've begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone (Well) blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep downing on everything I burned And the people getting restless but they'll never learn I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they won't be back for a long long time Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered and still on the run I don't care nothing about you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm on my way Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone |
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| 3. |
| 4:59 |
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If the sacheting of gentlemen
Gives you grievance now and then What's needed are some memories of planing lakes Those planing lakes will surely calm you down Nothing frightens me more Than religion at my door I never answer panic knocking, falling Down the stairs upon the law What law? There's a law for everything And for Elephants that sing to keep The cows that agriculture won't allow Hanky Panky nohow Hanky Panky nohow oh |
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| 4. |
| 12:25 |
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| 5. |
| 4:07 |
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| 6. |
| 5:43 |
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It's midnight
and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart It's zen and the art of Bollywood Heroes turning on a spit The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch We don't know the half of it Clever is as clever does His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round Hypnotising everyone on it In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price If I didn't know you better than that I'd never let you outta my sight Where is the art of sorcery We wanna be fooled again Staggered by deception charmed into submission Helpless as a deck of cards. It's now the art of reality Calling a spade a spade Facing the obvious A monkey and his grinder But on a different plain. I see you clearly from day to day As clearly as I see tonite. Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin "I've got nothing to say" Meet me on the staircase on your way down We'll see if there's been a mistake In zen and the art of algebra There is no value for time Whatever thrives inside the dark Decays on the outside. |
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| 7. |
| 5:13 |
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| 8. |
| 6:52 |
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Since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell. Down at the end of lonely street: Heartbreak Hotel. Oh Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, I could die. The bell hop's tears keep flowin' The desk clerk's dressed in black. They been so long on lonely street They never will get back. Oh, Cause they’re feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, They could die. So if your baby leaves you, And you have a tale to tell Why not just take a walk down lonely street Straight to Heartbreak Hotel. Where you could be so lonely And I could be so lonely We could be so lonely, we could die |
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| 9. |
| 8:41 |
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| 10. |
| 2:42 |
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