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( music: Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
science is truth for life watch religion fall obsolete science will be truth for life technology as nature science truth for life in fortran tongue the answer with wealth and prominence man so near perfection possession it's an absence of interim secure no demurrer defense against divine defense against his true image human conflict number five discovery dissolved all illusion mystery destroyed with conclusion and illusion never restored any modern man can see that religion is obsolete piety obsolete ritual obsolete martyrdom obsolete prophetic vision obsolete mysticism obsolete commitment obsolete sacrament obsolete revelation obsolete |
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| 2. |
| 3:32 |
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( lyrics: Natalie Merchant & Michael Walsh/music: J.C.Lombardo )
she borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose my mother the war she's made every effort to salvage the few bought fourteen liberty bonds my mother the war mother the war she knows every neighbor chats at their doors compare econosize electric appliances my mother the war share tea and a seat by my cradle with my mother the war mother the war caressing the globe touch on his isle she wrings hands in pensive waiting my mother the war haunts her doorway begs her postman is there word for my mother the war momentos of distant vigil three years each tour "hands of god enfold him" prayed my mother the war mother the war in bitter defiance she's spitting the corps she's wet a brood short league for combat my mother the war well acquainted with sorrow left millions in grief my mother the war fold laced carrion blood soaked robes mother the war |
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| 3:31 |
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frail hinges pivot
on a cases door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with each occasion cellophane encased displaying paper certificate credit years of service a tool of central enterprises the early hope for permanence the words the rings consistency and social security the miracles high tragedy a thought mistaken for a memory dress lenghts assassinations fractured family ties christenings local posts they list your friends in order of disappearance lawn scattered tins feed birds the portion baked for absent guests mass edition icon god sent comfort is your salvation but who grants absolution for sins that never were committed tension makes a tangle of each thought becomes inconvenience sound never penetrate as servile edges break and faint a thought mistaken for a memory clear the dust from smiles in boxes cross a patterned floor recall the voices |
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| 3:14 |
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( music: John Lombardo & Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
power dizzy with it stumble detail a chance for us to quarrel anger my head is shaken violent if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynics tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now trust is the greatest human error empty used me as a vessel ruthless you're not known for subtlety if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynic's tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now artful well there's quite a skill to torture half smile was it all you could deliver token so hard to be pleasant if you could calm or restrain it for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynic's tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now |
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| 3:57 |
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Color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather. Quiver in my lip as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave. Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as I cry, What a cold and a rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? Hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Well I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry, What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? Do I need someone here to scold me or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of four poster dull torpor pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away. The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry, A cold and a rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? A cold and a rainy day I shiver, quiver, and try to wake. |
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| 6. |
| 5:05 |
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( Dennis Drew/Natalie Merchant )
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close my eyes. Don't talk, I'll believe it. Don't talk, listen to me instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk, well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game. Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure, your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, let me go on dreaming. How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear. |
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| 7. |
| 4:51 |
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( Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant )
That young boy without a name anywhere I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's their kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day. Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you silly." made me say, "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "If you don't sit on this chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!" Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear. Oh these cold and lowly things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and instead of love and the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores don't heal with time or with age. And I want to say "What's the Matter here?" But I don't dare say. |
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| 8. |
| 3:26 |
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( Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant )
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, they were criedfor none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down, her little boy courageous. who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts. they all spoke through you. Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, when you were the brightest star, who were the shadows? Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite. Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, in Chinatown howling at night. Allen baby, why so jaded? Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? Billy, what a saint they've made you, just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. What a tear stained shock of the world, you've gone away without saying goodbye. |
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| 9. |
| 4:25 |
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( Natalie Merchant )
( piano: Don Grolnick/cello: Dennis Karmazyn/viola: Novi/bass: Bob Magnusson/string arrangement: David Campbell ) The man in 119 takes his tea alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing. He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go and eat them on the shore. I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate then wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida. Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago. |
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| 3:14 |
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Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there's no telling where it starts or how it ends. Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear? Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Speak to me. Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning. Please don't hide them just because of tears. Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing." Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal. Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling. Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries. Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm. Lastly, let me know what I can mend. There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see. Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me. |
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| 3:09 |
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( music: Dennis Drew/words: Natalie Merchant )
Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what's going on? In the dark without a clue I'm just the same as you. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. Not a lot, no, just a drop. But there you are mistaken, you know you are. I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. But the week is over and now it's grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, there's nothing to fear here. But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children. Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost in you backyard? O, don't tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy, that there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. |
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| 12. |
| 3:38 |
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( music: Robert Buck/words: Natalie Merchant )
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery? Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can't leave? Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? A dullard strung on the wire. When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless. How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin? A dullard strung on the wire. When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless. Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden head? Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way. |
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| 3:31 |
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( music: Natalie Merchant/words: Natalie Merchant )
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for the way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show. |
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| 14. |
| 4:21 |
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Stockton Gala Days
that summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy wild apple blossoms everywhere emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know that summer fields grow high we made garland crowns in hiding pulled stems of flowers from my hair blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as bold as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... violet serene like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... that summer fields grow high we had wildflower fever we had to lay down where they grow how I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside you'd be surprised if shown but you'll never, you'll never know |
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| 3:08 |
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Candy Everybody Wants
if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want hey, hey, give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well... who do you want to blame? hey, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy eell... who do you want to blame? |
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| 3:41 |
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These Are Days
These are These are days you’ll remember Never before and never since, I promise Will the whole world be warm as this And as you feel it, You’ll know it’s true That you – you are blessed and lucky It’s true – that you Are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you These are days you’ll remember When May is rushing over you With desire to be part of the miracles You see in every hour You’ll know it’s true That you are blessed and lucky It’s true that you are touched By something that will grow and bloom in you These are days – These are the days you might fill With laughter until you break These days you might feel A shaft of light Make its way across your face And when you do You’ll know how it was meant to be See the signs and know their meaning You’ll know how it was meant to be Hear the signs and know they’re speaking To you, to you |
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Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone Love is a ring on the telephone Love is an angel, disguised as lust Here in our bed 'til the morning comes Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us |
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Steep is the water tower
Painted off-blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved Can't ignore the train Dust to be kicked up In the crack-faced idle sinister town Screen door to the rail station Devil in her, she ran alongside the wasted tracks Hem pins darted in her calves Can't ignore the train One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology Somehow wedged inside her throat Can't ignore the train Patience their virtue But I never could abide by that Dungeon life with electric light A clean towel and a basin Mantel figures mind their places And laughs where they belong Through adventure We are not adventuresome Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror In a room so beige and cold Can't ignore the train Window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty, thirty Thirty afternoons Molly, the boys are Starting in that rhyme again Teasing more and more the second daughter How she fell Young locked in some folks' prison Made to dwell Till they're braiding her gray hair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair |
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| 3:28 |
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Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one And I believe it could be, something good is bound to come For out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Peace train take this country, come take me home again Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train Peace train is a holy roller Everyone jump upon the peace train This is the peace train Get your bags together, come bring your good friends too Because it's getting nearer, soon it will be with you Come and join the living, it's not so far from you And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss For out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Peace train take this country, come take me home again Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train Peace train is a holy roller Everyone jump upon the peace train This is the peace train Come on the peace train Come on come on, come on the peace train |
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| 1:52 |
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i will twine with your mingles of raven black hair
with the roses so red and the lilies so fair with myrtle as bright as the emerald dew the pale and the lyd-er and eyes of light blue oh he promised to love me; he promised to love and to cherish me always all others above. i woke from my dream and my idol was clay my passion for loving had vanished away. oh he taught me to love him; he called me his flower a blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour but now he is gone and left me alone the wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to mourn. i will dance and i'll sing and my life shall be gay i will charm every heart and each crown I shall sway though my heart now is breaking he never shall know how his name makes me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow. i will dance and i'll sing and my heart will be gay i'll banish this weeping, drive troubles away. i'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour when we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower. |
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| 4:24 |
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( John Prine )
We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there It'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own Left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davey in the Korean War And I still don't know what for dont matter anymore Chorus: You know that old trees grow stronger and old rivers grow wilder everyday old people, just grow lonesome waiting for someone to say Hello in There hello Me and Loretta we don't talk much more She sits and stares through the back door screen And all the news just repeats itself like some forgotten dream that we've both seen Someday I'll go and call up Rudy We worked together at the factory But what could I say if he asks "what's new?" "nothin what's with you?" nothin much to do Chorus So if you walking down the street some time And spot some hollow ancient eyes Please don't just pass em by and stare as if you didnt care Say hello in there hello |
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| 4:16 |
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(original version by Lulu)
Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone But in my mind I know they will still live on and on But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume? It isn't easy but I'll try If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky In letters that would soar a thousand feet high To Sir, With Love The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end And as I leave, I know that I am leaving my best friend A friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong That's a lot to learn - what can I give you in return? If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start But I would rather you let me give my heart To Sir, With Love Those awkward years have hurried by - why do they fly away? Why is it, sir, that children grow up to be people one day? What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world outside? What is there for you I can buy? If you wanted the world I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrawl in words with letters ten feet tall To Sir, With Love |
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| 3:12 |
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Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is a seaside town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon come Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Hide on a promenade Etch on a post card: How I dearly wish I was not here In the coastal town That they forgot to bomb Come, come nuclear bomb! Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange dust lands on your hands (And on your face) Everyday is like Sunday "Win yourself a cheap tray" Share some grease tea with me Everyday is silent and grey |
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| 3:28 |
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I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking these days these days, these days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do for you and all the times I had the chance to I had a lover well I don't think I'll risk another these days these days if I seem to be afraid to live the life that I had made in song well it's just, it's just that I've been losing so long looong...well.... I stop my dreaming I won't do too much scheming these days these days, these days I sit on cornerstones and count the time quarter to's 'til ten, my friend please don't confront me with my failures I have not forgotten them |
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| 3:39 |
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Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue Well, the music plays and you display your heart for me to see I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair Well, if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it And I hope that you don't fall in love with me Well, the night does funny things inside a man These old tomcat feelings you don't understand Well, I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met And I hope that I don't fall in love with you I can see that you are lonesome just like me And it being late, you'd like some some company Well, I turn around and look at you, and you look back at me The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free And I hope that you don't fall in love with me Now it's closing time and the music's fading ou Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout Well, I turn around to look for you, you're nowhere to be found I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you |
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| 4:12 |
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( David Bowie )
Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low I leaned back on my radio Some cat was layin' down some rock'n'roll lotta soul, he said Then the loud sound did seem to fade Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive CHORUS There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He told us not to blow it 'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie I had to phone someone so I picked on you Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two Look out your window I can see his light If we can sparkle he may land tonight Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright CHORUS (2*) |
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| 3:08 |
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( Iris DeMent )
( From her debut album: Infamous Angel ) Chorus: Everybody's wondering what and where they all came from Everybody's worrying 'bout where they're gonna go When the whole thing's done Nobody knows for certain, And so it's all the same to me I Think I'll just let the mystery be Some say once gone, you're gone forever Some say you're gonna come back Some say you rest in the arms of the Savior if in sinful ways you lack Some say that they're comin' back in a garden Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas I Think I'll just let the mystery be Some say they're going to place called Glory And I ain't sayin' it ain't a fact But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory And I don't like the sound of that I believe in love and I live my life accordingly But I choose to let the mystery be |
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You won a prize for that,
for telling lies like that So well that I believed it. And I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angels stole your lips and your halo. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless mind, you act as if you抳e got more lives In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal it. I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom |
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| 3:24 |
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( Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant )
( percussion: Paulinho Da Costa ) I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in. Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel. But at every turn my way was sealed. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a face. Her eyes looked upon me with fondness. Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness", calling me "dear." But I whispered, "No, I can't rest here." I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. |
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| 3:33 |
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We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? It must be for something more than vanity. Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream. We're not as close as we could be. Willing to grow but rains are shallow. Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison. And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us. Reason will be guided in another way. All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? Is there still time? If we wake to discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly? |
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