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| 1. |
| 5:30 | 
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I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the things I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine Everyday is a winding road (repeat until song fades) |
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| 2. |
| 4:14 |
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I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep in I looked at the clock when you creep in It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I was just beginning When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake Well, your friends are sorry for me They watch you pretend to adore me But I'm no fool to this game Now here comes your secret lover She'd be unlike any other Until your guilt goes up in flames Did you know when you go It's the perfect ending To the bad day I've gotten used to spending When you go all I know is You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake Well maybe nothin' lasts forever Even when you stay together I don't need forever after It's your laughter won't let me go So I'm holding on this way Did you know, could you tell You were the only one That I ever loved Now everything's so wrong Did you see me walking by? Did it ever make you cry? You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake You're my favorite mistake |
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| 3. |
| 7:22 |
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Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street Not that I care at all I spent the best part of my losing streak In an Army Jeep For what I can't recall Oh I'm banging on my TV set And I check the odds And I place my bet I pour a drink And I pull the blinds And I wonder what I'll find I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night Find some crossroad trucker To demonstrate his might But these days it seems Nowhere is far enough away So I'm leaving Las Vegas today I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm standing in the middle of the desert Waiting for my ship to come in But now no joker, no jack, no king Can take this loser hand And make it win I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I quit my job as a dancer At the Lido des Girls Dealing blackjack until one or two Such a muddly line between The things you want And the things you have to do I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving Las Vegas And I won't be back No I won't be back Not this time |
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| 4. |
| 3:37 |
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God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go Just try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be MAN ENOUGH to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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| 5. |
| 5:57 |
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It's don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again It's don't hurt like it did I can sing my song again I scraped the paper off the wall I put down carpet in the hall I left no trace of you at all And I can sing my song again I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep The moon is hanging like your hat The sun comes up, well I don't see Curtains tied up like a bat The electric man looks good today Maybe not, well I'm trying hard Trying hard to feel that way, The electric man's a good place to start Took your paintings off the wall That one of me that you called doll I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small Now I can sing my song again I don't think of you no more Except for everyday or two I don't think of you no more Except for in between the sun and moon Packed up and moved out after all Bulldozed the house and watched it fall That blessed sight I still recall I can sing my song again I can sing my song It don't hurt like it did, it hurts worse Who do I kid? |
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| 6. |
| 5:18 |
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Ten years living in a paper bag
Feedback baby, he’s a flipped out cat He’s a platinum canary, drinkin’ falstaff beer Mercedes rule, and a rented lear Bottom feeder insincere Prophet lo-fi pioneer Sell the house and go to school Get a young girlfriend, daddy’s jewel A change would do you good A change would do you good God’s little gift is on the rag Poster girl posing in a fashion mag Canine, feline, jekyll and hyde Wear your fake fur on the inside Queen of south beach, aging blues Dinner’s at six, wear your cement shoes I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see A change would do you good A change would do you good Chasing dragons with plastic swords Jack off jimmy, everybody wants more Scully and angel on the kitchen floor And I’m calling buddy on the ouija board I’ve been thinking ’bout catching a train Leave my phone machine by the radar range Hello it’s me, I’m not at home If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good Hello, it’s me, I’m not at home If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone A change would do you good A change would do you good |
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| 7. |
| 4:25 |
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Rock on- gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon And dig your grave Heartless challenge Pick your path and I'll pray Wake up in the morning See your sunrise- loves- to go down Lousy lovers- pick their prey But they never cry out loud Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now- do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home. Rock on- ancient woman Follow those who pale In your shadow Rulers make bad lovers You better put your kingdom up for sale Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love Is it over now- do you know how Pickup the pieces and go home. |
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| 8. |
| 5:03 |
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I've been long, along way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank 'til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen Well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up [Chorus] If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, Scrape the mold off the bread, And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home Chorus We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? Chorus |
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| 9. |
| 5:59 |
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Hit it!
This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA! "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm sure He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy And he's plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts in suits They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store too Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause [Chorus] All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And a happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads *Chorus Otherwise the bar is ours, The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but *Chorus |
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| 10. |
| 3:21 |
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Well I never kept a dollar past sunset,
It always burned a hole in my pants. Never made a school mama happy, Never blew a second chance, oh no I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Always took candy from strangers, Didn't wanna get me no trade. Never want to be like papa, Working for the boss ev'ry night and day. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love, baby won't ya keep me happy. Baby, won't ya keep me happy. Baby, please keep me I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Never got a flash out of cocktails, When I got some flesh off the bone. Never got a lift out of Lear jets, When I can fly way back home. I need a love to keep me happy, I need a love to keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. Baby, baby keep me happy. |
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| 11. |
| 5:56 |
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I think I was wrong
I think you were right All my angry words Will keep me up at night Through the old screen door I still hear you say Honey won't you stop Treating me that way If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed Tell it to me slow Tell me with your eyes If anyone should know How to let it slide I swear I can see you Coming up the drive There ain't nothing like regret To remind you you're alive If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind Cause babe I've changed I crossed the canyon a thousand times But never noticed what was mine What you'll remember of me tonight Well, it almost makes me cry it almost makes me cry If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see, no you won't see If you could only see What love has made of me Then I'd no longer be in your mind The difficult kind But you won't see the change in me But you won't see But babe I've changed Cause babe I've changed |
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| 12. |
| 5:50 |
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[Clapton]
In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes. Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment. [Crow] I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. [Clapton] You said no strings could secure you at the station. Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. I walked into such a sad time at the station. As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. [Crow] I'll wait in the queue when the trains come around; I Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves. [Clapton] At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. He's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. [Crow] I'll sleep in this in place, with the lonely crowd Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. |
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| 13. |
| 5:32 |
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Hey let's party, let's get down, let's turn the radio on,
This is the meltdown. Get out the camera, take a picture, The drag queens and the freaks Are all out on the town. And cowboy Jane's in bed Nursing a swollen head. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. Now there goes the neighborhood. The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower. She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers. And Schooboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. mail. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie. The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky. We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about. Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow. I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about. There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood. |
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| 5:03 |
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The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse But the town has no need to be nervous The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun who violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made" Then she sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in" Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, it's not poison" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up to his hero the Commander-in-Chief "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry" And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saving, "The sun is not yellow it is chicken" Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for the fuse I'm in the streets With the tombstone blues |
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