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| 2:37 | 
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She pulls the shade;
It's just another sunny Sunday She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday; She waits for the night to fall Then she points a pistol through the door And she aims at the streetlight While the freeway hisses Dogs bark as the gun falls to the floor The streetlight's still burning; She always misses But the day she hits That's the day she'll leave That one little victory, that's all she needs! She pulls the shade; It's just another sunny Monday She waits for the night to fall |
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| 2. |
| 3:58 |
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I pulled up behind a Cadillac;
We were waiting for the light; And I took a look at his license plate- It said, "Just Ice." Is justice just ice? Governed by greed and lust? Just the strong doing what they can And the weak suffering what they must? And the gas leaks And the oil spills And sex sells everything And sex kills ... Sex kills ... Doctors' pills give you brand new ills And the bills bury you like an avalanche And lawyers haven't been this popular Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France! And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know The balance is undone-crazy ions- You can feel it out in traffic; Everyone hates everyone! And the gas leaks And the oil spills And sex sells everything And sex kills ... Sex kills ... All these jackoffs at the office The rapist in the pool Oh and the tragedies in the nurseries- Little kids packin' guns to school The ulcerated ozone These tumors of the skin- This hostile sun beating down on This massive mess we're in! And the gas leaks And the oil spills And sex sells everything And sex kills ... Sex kills ... Sex kills ... Sex kills ... Sex kills ... |
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| 3. |
| 4:09 |
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by Dan Hartman and Charlie Midnight
Hard bodies Soft emotions So fast So smart The world is at your feet But what about your heart? Fame and fortune can't hold you tight In the late late hours of the night How do you stop Before it's too late? You choose and you lose If you hesitate How do you stop Before it's too late? You think love will wait So you don't hold on And then it's gone You've had success- Lots of fancy friends You've tasted the good life You thought it would never end One day you're too young Then you're in your prime Then you're looking back at the hands of time How do you stop Before it's too late? You choose and you lose If you hesitate How do you stop Before it's too late? You think love will wait So you don't hold on And then it's gone How do you stop a runaway train? How do you stop the driving rain? How do you stop the ripening corn? How do you stop a baby being born? How do you stop Before it's too late? You choose and you lose If you hesitate How do you stop Before it's too late? How do you stop? You're lost if you hesitate ... How do you stop Love from slipping away? How do you stop Before it's too late? |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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You wanna make Van Goghs
Raise 'em up like sheep Make 'em out of Eskimos And women if you please Make 'em nice and normal Make 'em nice and neat You see him with his shotgun there? Bloodied in the wheat? Oh what do you know about Living in Turbulent Indigo? Brash fields, crude crows In a scary sky ... In a golden frame Roped off Tourists guided by ... Tourists talking about the madhouse Talking about the ear The madman hangs in fancy homes They wouldn't let him near! He'd piss in their fireplace! He'd drag them through Turbulent Indigo "I'm a burning hearth," he said "People see the smoke But no one comes to warm themselves Sloughing off a coat And all my little landscapes All my yellow afternoons Stack up around this vacancy Like dirty cups and spoons No mercy Sweet Jesus! No mercy from Turbulent Indigo." |
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| 3:15 |
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Last chance lost--
In the tyranny of a long good-bye Last chance lost-- We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes Last chance lost-- We talk of love in terms of sacrifice and compromise Last chance-- Last chance lost Last chance lost-- The hero cannot make the change Last chance lost-- The shrew will not be tamed Last chance lost-- They bicker on the rifle range Blame takes aim Last chance-- Last chance lost |
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| 4:05 |
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I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven When they sent me to the sisters For the way men looked at me Branded as a jezebel I knew I was not bound for Heaven I'd be cast in shame Into the Magdalene laundries Most girls come here pregnant Some by their own fathers Bridget got that belly By her parish priest We're trying to get things white as snow All of us woe-begotten-daughters In the streaming stains Of the Magdalene laundries Prostitutes and destitutes And temptresses like me- Fallen women- Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ... Why do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones Concealed behind their rosaries They wilt the grass they walk upon They leech the light out of a room They'd like to drive us down the drain At the Magdalene laundries Peg O'Connell died today She was a cheeky girl A flirt They just stuffed her in a hole! Surely to God you'd think at least some bells should ring! One day I'm going to die here too And they'll plant me in the dirt Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring Not any spring |
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| 4:18 |
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The story hit the news
From coast to coast They said you beat the girl You loved the most Your charitable acts Seemed out of place With the beauty With your fist marks on her face Your buddies all stood by They bet their fortunes And their fame That she was out of line And you were not to blame Six hundred thousand doctors Are putting on rubber gloves And they're poking At the miseries made of love They say they're learning How to spot The battered wives Among all the women They see bleeding through their lives I bleed-- For your perversity-- These red words that make a stain On your white-washed claim that She was out of line And you were not to blame I heard your baby say When he was only three "Daddy, let's get some girls One for you and one for me." His mother had the frailty You despise And the looks You love to drive to suicide Not one wet eye around Her lonely little grave Said, "He was out of line girl You were not to blame." |
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| 8. |
| 4:48 |
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Everybody looks so ill at ease
So distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence Strung tight, strung tense Prickling with pretense A borderline Why are you smirking at your friend? Is this to be the night when All well-wishing ends? All credibility revoked? Thin skin, thick jokes! Can we blame it on the smoke This borderline? Every bristling shaft of pride Church or nation Team or tribe Every notion we subscribe to Is just a borderline Good or bad, we think we know As if thinking makes things so! All convictions grow along a borderline Smug in your jaded expertise You scathe the wonder world And you praise barbarity In this illusionary place-- This scared hard-edged rat race All liberty is laced with Borderlines Every income, every age Every fashion-plated rage Every measure, every gauge Creates a borderline Every stone thrown through glass Every mean-streets-kick ass Every swan caught on the grass Will draw a borderline You snipe so steady You snub so snide-- So ripe and ready To diminish and deride! You're so quick to condescend My opinionated friend All you deface, all you defend Is just a borderline Just a borderline ... Another borderline ... Just a borderline |
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| 5:17 |
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He met her in a French cafe
She slipped in sideways like a cat Sidelong glances What a wary little stray! She sticks in his mind like that Saying, "Avez-vous un allumette?" With her lips wrapped around a cigarette Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." He's fumbling with her foreign tongue; Reaching for words and drawing blanks A loud mouth is stricken deaf and dumb In a bistro on the left bank "If I were a painter," Picasso said, "I'd paint this girl from toe to head!" Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." Burgundy nocturne tips and spills They trot along nicely in the spreading stain New chills, new thrills For the old uphill battle How did he wind up here again? Walking and talking Touched and scared Uninsulated wires left bare Yvette in English going, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." What blew her like a leaf his way? (Up in the air and down to Earth) First she flusters Then she frays So quick to question her own worth Her cigarette burns her fingertips As it falls like fireworks she curses it Then sweetly in English she says, "Please have this, Little bit of instant bliss." He sees her turn and walk away Skittering like a cat on stone-- Her high heels clicking-- What a wary little stray! She leaves him by the Seine alone With the black water and the amber lights And the bony bridge between left and right Yvette in English saying, "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss." |
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| 7:07 |
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Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind sees? Why have you soured and curdled me? Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) I've lost all taste for life I'm all complaints Tell me why do you starve the faithful? Why do you crucify the saints? And you let the wicked prosper You let their children frisk like deer And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening God is correcting you) Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress Oh, these pompous physicians What carelessness! (Antagonists: Oh all this ranting all this wind Filling our ears with trash) Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury! They come blaming and shaming (Antagonists: Evil doer) And shattering me (Antagonists: This vain man wishes to seem wise A man born of asses) Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening) Already on a bed of sighs and screams, And still you torture me with visions You give me terrifying dreams! Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave. I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades. (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow Sure as the sparks ascend) Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong? Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn? (Antagonists: Evil is sweet in your mouth Hiding under your tongue) Show your face! (Antagonists: What a long fall from grace) Help me understand! What is the reason for your heavy hand? (Antagonists: You're stumbling in shadows You have no name now) Was it the sins of my youth? What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly) Everything I dread and everything I fear come true (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true |
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