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| 1. |
| 6:17 | 
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can't hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today |
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| 2. |
| 5:22 |
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Levon wears his war wound like a crown He calls his child Jesus 'Cause he likes the name And he sends him to the finest school in town Levon, Levon likes his money He makes a lot they say Spend his days counting In a garage by the motorway He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times said God is dead And the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In tradition with the family plan And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon Levon sells cartoon balloons in town His family business thrives Jesus blows up balloons all day Sits on the porch swing watching them fly And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus Leaving Levon far behind Take a balloon and go sailing While Levon, Levon slowly dies |
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| 3. |
| 4:42 |
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Has anybody here seen Razor Face I heard he's back looking for a place to lay down Must be getting on Needs a man who's young to walk him round Needs a man who's young to walk him round Oh it must be hard for the likes of you to get by In a world that you just can't see through And it looks so cold How does it feel to know you can't go home How does it feel to know you can't go home Come on Razor Face my old friend I'll meet you down by the truck stop inn With a bottle of booze in the back of my car You're a song on the lips of an aging star Razor Face, oh amazing grace Protects you like a glove And I'll never learn the reason why I love your Razor Face Has anybody here seen Razor Face I heard he's back looking for a place to lay down Must be getting on Needs a man who's young to walk him round Needs a man who's young to walk him round Come on Razor Face my old friend I'll meet you down by the truck stop inn With a bottle of booze in the back of my car You're a song on the lips of an aging star Razor Face, oh amazing grace Protects you like a glove And I'll never learn the reason why I love your Razor Face |
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| 4. |
| 5:57 |
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I can see very well There's a boat on the reef with a broken back And I can see it very well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know Once a fool had a good part in the play If it's so would I still be here today It's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way They think it's very funny everything I say Get a load of him, he's so insane You better get your coat dear It looks like rain We'll come again next Thursday afternoon The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon But is it in your conscience that you're after Another glimpse of the madman across the water I can see very well There's a boat on the reef with a broken back And I can see it very well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know The ground's a long way down but I need more Is the nightmare black or are the windows painted Will they come again next week Can my mind really take it We'll come again next Thursday afternoon The In-laws hope they'll see you very soon But is it in your conscience that you're after Another glimpse of the madman across the water |
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| 5. |
| 6:47 |
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As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine And now you ask that I should watch The red man's race be slowly crushed What kind of words are these to hear From Yellow Dog whom white man fears I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead Now there seems no reason why I should carry on In this land that once was my land I can't find a home It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 |
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Boston at last, and the plane's touching down
Our hostess is handing the hot towels around From a terminal gate to a black limousine It's a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn Boredom's a pastime that one soon acquired Where you get to the stage, where you're not even tired Kicking your heels till the time comes around To pick up your bags and head out of town Slow down, Joe, I'm a rock-and-roll man I've twiddled my thumbs in a dozen odd bands And you ain't seen nothing till you've been In a motel, baby, like the Holiday Inn |
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| 7. |
| 4:58 |
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We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday And yesterday is but a long long ways away So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight And forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed I left from the dockland two years ago now Made my way over on the S.S. Marie And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled Rotten peaches are all that I see Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one Rotten peaches rotting in the sun There ain't no green grass in a U.S. state prison There is no one to hold when you're sick for your wife And each day out you'll pick, you'll pick rotten peaches You'll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life Oh I've had me my fill of cocaine and pills For I lie in the light of the Lord And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away And I guess I won't see it no more Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the one Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus I'm the, Jesus I'm the one Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Rotten peaches rotting in the sun Rotten peaches rotting in the sun La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la la la (Fade away..) |
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| 5:09 |
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If it came to pass that they should ask What could I tell them Would they criticize behind my back Maybe I should let them Oh if only then and only then They would understand They'd turn a full-blooded city boy Into a full-blooded city man If they could face it I could take it in their eyes Oh I know I'd make it Their tiny minds And sacred cows just fake it Oh If only then and only then They would understand They'd turn a full-blooded city boy Into a full-blooded city man But I know the way they want me In the way they publicize If they could turn their focus off To the image in their eyes Maybe it would help them, help them understand Maybe it would help them, help them understand Maybe it would help them, help them understand That a full-blooded city boy Is now a full-blooded city man Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul |
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| 9. |
| 1:49 |
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And now that it's all over The birds can nest again I'll only snow when the sun comes out I'll shine only when it starts to rain And if you want a drink Just squeeze my hand And wine will flow into the land And feed my lambs For I am a mirror I can reflect the moon I will write songs for you I'll be your silver spoon I'm sorry I took your time I am the poem that doesn't rhyme Just turn back a page I'll waste away, I'll waste away I'll waste away, I'll waste away I'll waste away, I'll waste away |
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