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I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands, 'cause I see you But I find it hard to believe that you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes The hand to your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Ooh, baby, let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands, 'cause I see you I'll be your mirror I'll be your mirror I'll be your mirror I'll be your mirror Reflect what you are Reflect what you are Reflect what you are Reflect what you are |
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| 2. |
| 3:51 |
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Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park And then later When it gets dark we go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo then later I move to and Then home Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow |
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| 3. |
| 4:26 |
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They're taking her children away because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away because she was making it with sisters and brothers And everyone else, all of the others like cheap officers who would stand there and flirt in front of me They're taking her children away because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away because of the things that they heard she had done The black Air Force sergeant was not the first one and all of the drugs she took, every one, every one And I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way They're taking her children away because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away because number one was the girl friend from Paris The things that they did, ah, they didn't have to ask us and then the Welshman from India, who came here to stay They're taking her children away because they said she was not a good mother They're taking her children away because of the things she did in the streets In the alleys and bars, no she couldn't be beat that miserable rotten slut couldn't turn, anyone away I am the Water Boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since she lost her daughter It's her eyes that fill with water And I am much happier this way |
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| 4. |
| 5:40 |
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Vicious you hit me with a flower You do it every hour oh, baby, you're so vicious Vicious you want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar pick huh, baby, you're so vicious When I watch you come baby, I just want to run far away You're not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I want to meet Oh, baby, you're so vicious you're just so vicious Vicious hey, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious hey, why don't you swallow razor blades You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade but baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 'Cause you're so vicious baby, you're so vicious Vicious, vicious vicious, vicious Vicious, vicious vicious, vicious ... |
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| 5. |
| 4:27 |
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You can't depend on your family
You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence Ooohhh, you can't depend on a god You can only depend on one thing You need a Busload of Faith to get by, watch, baby Busload of Faith to get by You need a Busload of Faith to get by You can depend on the worst always happening You can depend on a murderer's drive You can bet that if he rapes somebody There'll be no problem having a child And you can bet that if she aborts it Pro-Lifers will attack her with rage You can depend on the worst always happening You need a Busload of Faith to get by, yeah Busload of Faith to get by Busload of Faith to get by, babe Busload of Faith to get by You can't depend on the goodly hearted The goodly hearted made lampshades and soap You can't depend on the Sacrament No Father, no Holy Ghost You can't depend on any churches Unless there's a real estate you want to buy You can't depend on a lot of things You need a Busload of Faith to get by, wow Busload of Faith to get by You can't depend on no miracle You can't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man You can't find them because they're not there You can depend on cruelty Crudity of thought and sound You can depend on the worst always happening You need a Busload of Faith to get by, ha Busload of Faith to get by |
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| 6. |
| 4:16 |
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Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now How you get your adrenalin flowing Hey man, what's your style I love the way, try to call now Hey man, what's your style I ain't jealous of the way you're living I ain't jealous of the way you're living When you cut that dude with just a little mania You did it so, ... ah When the blood comma' down his neck ... Don't you know it was better than sex, now, now, now It was way better than getting mean 'cause it was, the final thing to do, now Get somebody to come on to you and then you just get somebody to to now, now, come on to you And then you kill 'em, yeah You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ... I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks Hey man, what's your style How you get your kicks for living Hey man, what's your style How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now How you get your adrenalin flowing Hey man, what's your style You know, I love the way you drive your car now Hey man, what's your style I ain't jealous of the way you're living Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living Hey, newspaper ... You did it so, wow, crudely, now With that blood coming down his chest It was way better than sex, now, now It was way better than getting mean It was the final thing to do Get somebody to came, come on to you, then Get somebody to, ah, come on to you Better kill them now Better kill him now, now Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now 'Cause I need kicks I need some kicks I'm getting bored I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks Oh, give it now, kicks Yeah, need some kicks Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks Oh, give it me now, now Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ... |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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I wish I had a talking book that told me how to act and look A talking book that contained keys to past and present memories A talking book that said your name so if you were gone, you'd still remain More than a picture on a shelf in imagination I could touch A talking, talking book I wish I had a talking book filled with buttons you could push Containing looks and sights, your touch your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs How much I'd bluster to ask it why one must live and one must die I wish I had a talking book by my side so I could look And touch and feel and dream, a look much bigger than a talking book A taste of loving future and past is that so much to really ask In this one moment's time and space can our love really be replaced By a talking book Can our love really be replaced by a talking book Can our love really be replaced by a talking book Can our love ever, forever be replaced Can our love ever be replaced Can our love ever be replaced (can our love really be replaced) By a talking book |
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| 8. |
| 3:34 |
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I think you're, oh, so beautiful I think you're so kind And I think I would miss you if you disappear into the divine And I think of an apple core when you start thinking of god And I know I would miss you if you disappear into the divine And I think you're so beautiful beautiful as the blackened space and stars But all I see is a coreless seed when you cry for a God who's not there And I think you're so beautiful and I see you're as the sun That shines out through these galaxies shimmering and warm, ah And I think you're so beautiful, oh, oh, oh, oh and if there's one thing I believe at all It's how much I would miss you if you disappear into the divine It's how much I would miss you if you disappear into the divine It's how much I would miss you if you disappear into the divine How much, how much how much, how much How much, how much how much, how much, how, how much If you disappear into the How much, how much (how much), hey, hey, hey, hey .... How much |
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| 9. |
| 6:11 |
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You know, man,
when I was a young man in high school you believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach And all those older guys they said he was mean and cruel, but you know wanted to play football for the coach They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer so I say I'm playing right-end wanted to play football for the coach 'Cause, you know some day, man you gotta stand up straight unless you're gonna fall then you're gone to die And the straightest dude I ever knew was standing right for me all the time So I had to play football for the coach and I wanted to play football for the coach When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour And you find that your soul it's been up for sale And you begin to think 'bout all the things that you've done And you begin to hate just 'bout everything But remember the princess who lived on the hill Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong And right now she just might come shining through and the Glory of love, glory of love glory of love, just might come through And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off They're talking behind your back saying, man you're never going to be no human being And you start thinking again 'bout all those things that you've done And who it was and what it was and all the different things you made every different scene Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a sewer And just remember different people have peculiar tastes and the Glory of love, the glory of love the glory of love, might see you through yeah, but now, now Glory of love, the glory of love the glory of love, might see you through Glory of love, ah huh huh, the glory of love Glory of love, glory of love Glory of love, now, glory of love, now Glory of love, now now now glory of love Glory of love, give it to me now glory of love see you through Oh, my Coney Island baby, now I'm a Coney Island baby, now I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel and all the kids and P.S. 192 Coney Island baby Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you |
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| 6:08 |
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I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid
drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid Two years ago today I was arrested on Christmas Eve I don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married I ain't no dog tied to a parked car Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations I want the principles of a timeless muse I want to eradicate my negative views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong but that's not what I want to hear all night long Some people are like human tuinals Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' a new sensations I took my GPZ out for a ride the engine felt good between my thighs The air felt cool, it's was forty degrees outside I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap sometimes I got lost and had to check the map I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke There were some country folk and some hunters inside somebody got themselves married and somebody died I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside and I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout your new sensations Talkin' new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations ... |
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| 11. |
| 2:39 |
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Why do you talk, why do you waste time
saying the same old thing, it should be a crime You never listen, instead you stammer As though you're interesting, and full of glamour as though you're interesting, and full of glamour Why do you talk so much, why don't you shut up you have nothing to say, you lack Drama It's the same old thing, you'd like to know why Who made the earth move, who made the sky high who made the earth move, who made the sky high Who made your blood red, who made you think thoughts who made you breathe a breath, tell me why do you talk Oh, tell me why do you talk, tell me why do you talk tell me why do you talk Why do you always talk, why do you make sound Why don't you listen, why do you talk so much why don't you listen, why do you talk so much Why don't you shut up, why don't you shut up why don't you shut up, why do you talk so much |
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| 12. |
| 4:13 |
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She's out of her mind like the wind in the storm Oh, like the ocean in the dawn as it disappears, with the riptide She's out of her mind she's pulled away by the moon She's ripped from her sleep as the cold luna sweep gains control Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions Ah, ones you barely recognize In your sleep I heard your screaming, ooohhh "This is not voluntary! This is not voluntary! If this is life I'd rather die!" In the riptide, in the riptide She's out of her mind, riptide like a muscle that swells You know when you trip whether you're well or sick, your body aches She's out with the tide gone to a prisoner's dance Where a monkey's her date eating limbs off a plate with a spoon Ooohhh, what you gonna do with your emotions said the seagull to the loon What you gonna do with your emotions She said "Please wake me up" She said "Don't touch me now" She said "I wish I was dead" With the riptide She's out of her mind riptide, you always win It happens over and over again riptide She's out of her mind like a hurricane's rain She does not stand a chance at this luna dance, riptide I was thinking of Van Gogh's last painting the wheatfields and the crows Is that perhaps what you've been feeling When you see the ground as you fall from the shy As the floors disappears from beneath your feet riptide She's going out of her mind out with the tide out of her mind riptide She's going out of her mind with the riptide She's going out of her mind ah, riptide |
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| 4:49 |
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I was sittin' home on the West End watchin' cable TV with a female friend we were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess the poor and the hungry, a world in distress Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle and while you're at it, check what's in the batter make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper Hey, pitcher, better check that batter make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper Reagan says abortion's murder while he's looking at Cardinal O'Connor look at Jerry Falwell Louis Farrakhan both talk religion and the brotherhood of man They both sound like they belong in Teheran watch out, they're goin' full throttle better check that sausage, before you stick it in the waffle and while you're at it better check, what's in the batter make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper Hey, pitcher, better check that batter make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper White against white, Black against Jew it seems like it's 1942 the baby sits in front of MTV watching violent fantasies While Dad guzzles beer with his favorite sport only to find his heroes are all coked up classic, original, the same old story the politics of hate in a new surrounding Hate if it's good and hate if it's bad and if this all don't make you mad I'll keep yours and I'll keep mine nothing sacred and nothing divine Father, bless me, we're at full throttle better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle and while you're at it better check that batter make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper Hey, pitcher, better check that batter make sure that candy's in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey I was born in the United States and I grew up hard but I grew up straight I saw a lack of morals and a lack of concern a feeling that there's nowhere to turn Yippies, Hippies and upwardly mobile Yuppies don't treat me like I'm some dumb lackey 'cause the murderer lives while the victims die I'd much rather see it an eye for an eye A heart for a heart, a brain for a brain and if this all makes you feel a little insane kick up your heels, turn the music up loud pick up your guitar and look out at the crowd, and say, - - "Don't mean to come on sanctimonious but life's got me nervous and little pugnacious Lugubrious so I give a salutation and rock on out to beat really stupid Ohh, poop, ah, doo and how do you do hip hop gonna bop till I drop." watch out world, comin' at you full throttle better check that sausage, before you put it in the waffle and while you're at it better check that batter make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper Hey, hey, pitcher, better check that batter make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper hey, pitcher, better check that batter make sure the candy's in the Original Wrapper, hey, hey, hey |
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| 14. |
| 2:56 |
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I was thinking of things that I hate to do SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS Things you do to me or I do to you, baby SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS Something fatter or uglier than Rush Rambo Something more disgusting than Robert Dole Something pink that climbs out of a hole And there it was - SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS I was getting so sick of this right wing republican shit These ugly old man scared of young tit and dick So I try to think of something that made me sick And there it was - SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS Now these old fucks can steal all they want And they can go and pass laws saying you can't say what you want And you can't look at this and you can't look at that And you can't smoke this and you can't snort that And me baby - I got statistics - I got stats These people have been to bed with their parents Now I know you're shocked but hang and have a brew If you think about it for a minute you know that it's true They're ashamed and repelled and they don't know what to do They've had sex with their parents When they looked into their lovers eyes they saw - mom In the name of the family values we must ask whose family In the name of the family values we must ask - Senator It's has been reported that you have had Illegal congress with your mother, - SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS ah, Senator An illegal congress by proxy is a Pigeon by any other name, - SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS Senators you polish a turd Here in the big city we got a word For those who would bed their beloved big bird And make a mockery of our freedoms Ah, without even using a condom Without even saying "no" By god we have a name for people like that It's - hey motherfucker |
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| 6:06 |
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Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got 9 brothers and sisters they're brought up on their knees it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard he's going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, to the dirty boulevard This room cost 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em that's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, on the dirty boulevard going out Outside it's a bright night there's an opera at Lincoln Center movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan but the lights are out on the Mean Streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel he's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming he's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling 'At the count of 3' he says, 'I hope I can disappear' And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly-fly away (Fly a-) fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...) Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away) fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away) |
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