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If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you Oh honey you turn me on I'm a radio I'm a country station I'm a little bit corny I'm a wildwood flower Waving for you I'm a broadcasting tower Waving for you And I'm sending you out This signal here I hope you can pick it up Loud and clear I know you don't like weak women You get bored so quick And you don't like strong women 'Cause they're hip to your tricks It's been dirty for dirty Down the line But you know I come when you whistle When you're loving and kind But if you've got too many doubts If there's no good reception for me Then tune me out, 'cause honey Who needs the static It hurts the head And you wind up cracking And the day goes dismal From "Breakfast Barney" To the sign-off prayer What a sorry face you get to wear I'm going to tell you again now If you're still listening there If you're driving into town With a dark cloud above you Dial in the number Who's bound to love you If you're lying on the beach With the transistor going Kick off the sandflies honey The love's still flowing If your head says forget it But your heart's still smoking Call me at the station The lines are open |
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| 2. |
| 3:05 |
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They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hotspot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They took all the trees, put them in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) Hey farmer, farmer, put away the DDT now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees, please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till its gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) Late last night, I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi took away my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) I said, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got till it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot Ah ha ha ha |
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| 4:00 |
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It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With you father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man ON the FM radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be You called me beautiful You called your mother - she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be |
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| 4. |
| 4:25 |
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I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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| 5. |
| 4:50 |
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There's a man who's been out sailing,
in a decade full of dreams. And he takes her to a schooner, and he treats her like a queen. Bearing beads from California, with their amber stones and green. He has called her from the harbor, he has kissed her with his freedom, he has heard her off to starboard in the breaking and the breathing of the water weeds. While she was busy being free. There's a man who's climbed a mountain, and he's calling out her name, and he hopes her heart can hear, 3,000 miles he calls again, he can think her there beside him, he can miss her just the same. He has missed her in the forest, while he showed her all the flowers, and the branches sang the chorus, as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree. While she was somewhere being free. There's a man who sent a letter and he's waiting for her reply. He has asked her of her travels since the day they said goodbye. He writes, "Wish you were beside me, we could make it if we try." He has seen her at the office, with her name on all his papers, through the sharing of the profits, he will find it hard to shake her from these memories. And she's so busy being free. There's a lady, in the city, and she thinks she loves them all. There's the one who's thinking of her, There's the one who sometimes calls. There's the one who writes her letters, with his facts and figures scrawl. She has brought them to her senses, they have laughed inside her laughter. Now she rallies her defenses, for she fears that one will ask her for eternity. And she's so busy being free. There's a man who sends her medals, he is bleeding from the war. There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store. There's a drummer, and a dreamer, and you know there may be more . She will love them when she sees them, they will lose her if they follow. And she only means to please them, and her heart is full and hollow like a cactus tree. While she's so busy being free. Like a cactus tree- Being free. |
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| 6. |
| 5:10 |
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Cold Blue Steel out of money
One eye for the beat police Sweet Fire calling "You can't deny me Now you know what you need" Underneath the jungle gym Hollow-grey-fire-escape-thief Looking for Sweet Fire Shadow of Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? Leave someone a letter? You can come now Or you can come later" A wristwatch, a ring, a downstairs screamer Edgy - black cracks of the sky "Pin-cushion-prick- Fix this poor bad dreamer!" "Money" cold shadows reply Pawnshops crisscrossed and padlocked Corridors spit on prayers and pleas Sparks fly up from Sweet Fire Black soot of Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? Does it really matter You can come now Or you can come later?" Red water in the bathroom sink Fever and the scum brown bowl Blue Steel still begging But it's indistinct Someone's HI-Fi drumming Jelly Roll Concrete concentration camp Bashing in veins for peace Cold Blue Steel and Sweet Fire Fall into Lady Release "Come with me I know the way" she says "It's down, down, down the dark ladder Do you want to contact somebody first? I mean what does it really matter? You're going to come now Or you're going to come later" |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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I am a woman of heart and mind
With time on her hands No child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother Or another lover or your sister Or the queen of your dreams Or just another silly girl When love makes a fool of me After the rush when you come back down You're always disappointed Nothing seems to keep you high Drive your bargains Push your papers Win your medals Fuck your strangers Don't it leave you on the empty side I'm looking for affection and respect A little passion And you want stimulation-nothing more That's what I think But you know I'll try to be there for you When your spirits start to sink All this talk about holiness now It must be the start of the latest style Is it all books and words Or do you really feel it? Do you really laugh? Do you really care? Do you really smile When you smile? You criticize and you flatter You imitate the best And the rest you memorize You know the times you impress me most Are the times when you don't try When you don't even try |
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| 8. |
| 4:18 |
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Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar." On the back of a cartoon coaster In the blue TV screen light I drew a map of Canada Oh Canada With your face sketched on it twice Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet. Oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I'm frightened by the devil And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid I remember that time you told me, you said, "Love is touching souls," Surely you touched mine 'Cause part of you pours out of me In these lines from time to time Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you, darling Still be on my feet I would still be on my feet I met a woman She had a mouth like yours She knew your life She knew your devils and your deeds And she said, "Go to him, stay with him if you can But be prepared to bleed" Oh but you are in my blood You're my holy wine You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling Still I'd be on my feet I would still be on my feet. |
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| 2:40 |
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Blue
Songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and Anchor me Or let me sail away Hey blue, here is a song for you Ink on a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there are so many sinking now You've got to keep thinking You can make it through these waves Acid, booze, and ass Needles, guns, and grass Lots of laughs, Lots of laughs Everybody's saying that hells the hippest way to go Well I don't think so But I'm gonna take a look around it though Blue, I love you Blue, here is a shell for you Inside you'll hear a sigh A foggy lullaby There is your song from me |
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| 5:20 | 
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| 11. |
| 2:30 |
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All the people at this party
They've got a lot of style They've got stamps of many countries They've got passport smiles Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the center Giving to get something Photo beauty gets attention Then her eye paint's running down She's got a rose in her teeth And a lampshade crown One minute she's so happy Then she's crying on someone's knee Saying laughing and crying You know it's the same release I told you when I met you I was crazy Cry for us all, beauty Cry for Eddie in the corner Thinking he's nobody And Jack behind his joker And stonecold Grace behind her fan And me in my frightened silence Thinking I don't understand I feel like I'm sleeping Can you wake me You seem to have a broader sensibility I'm just living on nerves and feelings With a weak and a lazy mind And coming to peoples parties Fumbling deaf dumb & blind I wish I had more sense of humour Keeping the sadness at bay Throwing the lightness on these things Laughing it all away x 4 |
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| 12. |
| 3:20 |
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I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be? Oh i hate you some, I hate you some I love you some I love you when I forget about me I want to be strong I want to laugh along I want to belong to the living Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive Do you want- do you want- do you want to dance with me baby do you want to take a chance and maybe find some sweet romance with me baby well come on All I really really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too All I really really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you I want to renew you again and again Applause, applause- Life is our cause When I think of you kisses my mind see-saws do you see- do you see- do you see how you hurt me baby so I hurt you too then we both get so blue I am on a lonely road and I am traveling looking for the key to set me free Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling it's the unraveling and it undoes all the joy the could be I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun I want to be the one that you want to see I want to knit you a sweater want to write you a love letter I want to make you feel better I want to make you feel free Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Want to make you feel free I want to make you feel free |
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| 4:15 |
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I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around in the dirty town And the children let out from the schools I was standing on a noisy corner Waiting for the walking green Across the street he stood And he played real good On his clarinet, for free. Now me I play for fortune And those velvet curtain calls I've got a black limousine And two gentlemen Escorting me to the halls And I play if you have the money Or if you're a friend to me But the one man band By the quick lunch stand He was playing real good, for free. Nobody stopped to hear him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on their t.v. So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song Maybe put on a harmony... I heard his refrain As the signal changed He was playing real good, for free. |
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| 4:10 |
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Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone. So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all. Moons and Junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way that you feel As every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions that I recall. I really don't know love at all. Tears and fears and feeling proud, to say "I love you" right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed. Something's lost but something's gained in living every day. I've looked at life from both sides now, From win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life at all. |
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| 3:20 |
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The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here, Carey, but it's really not my home My fingernails are filthy, I've got beach tar on my feet And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne Oh, Carey get out your cane and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers, a round for these friends of mine Let's have another round for the bright red devil who keeps me in this tourist town Come on Carey, get out your cane, and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you, I like you, I like you, I like you Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam, or maybe I'll go to Rome And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room But let's not talk about fare-thee-wells now, the night is a starry dome And they're playing that scratchy rock 'n' roll beneath the Matalla moon Come on Carey, get out your cane and I'll put on some silver Oh, you're a mean old daddy but I like you The wind is in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here but it's really not my home Maybe it's been too long a time since I was scrambling down in the streets Now they got me used to that clean white linen and that fancy French cologne Oh Carey get out your cane and I'll put on my finest silver We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe, have fun tonight I said, oh, you're a mean old daddy but you're outta sight |
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| 3:45 |
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The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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| 3:30 |
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I'll try to keep myself open up to you
That's a promise that I made to love When it was new "Just like Jericho" I said "Let these wall come tumbling down" I said it like I finally found the way To keep the good feelings alive I said it like it was something to strive for. I'll try to keep myself open up to you And approve your self expression I need that, too I need your confidence, baby And the gift of your extra time In turn I'll give you mine Sweet darling, it's a rich exchange It seems to me It's a warm arrangement! Anyone will tell you Just how hard it is to make and keep a friend Maybe they'll short sell you Or maybe it's you Judas, in the end When you just can no longer pretend That you're getting what you need Or you're giving out anything for them to grow and feed on. I'll try to keep myself open up to you It gets easier and easier to do Just like Jericho Let these walls come tumbling down now Let them fall right on the ground Let all these dogs go running free The wild and the gentle dogs Kenneled in me. |
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| 18. |
| 4:48 |
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The firmament of Tinsel Town
Is strung with tungsten stars Lot's of forty watt successes He says where's my own shining hour He's the well kept secret of the underground He's in debt to the company store Because his only channelled aspiration Was getting back that girl he had before He's got stacks and stacks of words that rhyme Describing what it is to lose He's got some just for laughs He's got some for love That mainline to his blues Some to shed a little light on you and on me Some to shed a little light on the human story The wars of pride and property The rebel Irish and the promised land Jew Fighting behind his eyes and over seas Wounded in action and no ceasefire in view Brave reporters bring the battles home But tonight inside that box Just more bang bang ketchup color to him Just more Twentieth Century Fox All because that ghostly girl comes haunting Just out of reach-outside his bed And she kicks the covers off his sleep For the clumsy things he said She commands his head-She tries his sanity She demands his head-Tonight unknowingly Vaguely she floats and lacelike Blown in like a curtain on the night wind She's nebulous and naked He wonders where she's been He grabs at the air because there's nothing there Her evasiveness stings him With long legs-long lonely legs Bruised from banging into things One day he was standing just outside her door He was carrying an armload of bright balloons She just laughed She said she heard him knocking And she teased him for the moon "Is one the moon, dear clown, Tied to a string for me?" He tried but he could not get it down For truth or for mystery He tried but he could not get it down For love or money |
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