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Far away
In some lovely way I hear your call Whatever happened to them all? Whatever happened to us all? I know that we've never met before But that was then, and now I need you more Is someone here keeping the score? Is there only dying at your door? Taking me down off this cross Lay me down, down, down in the dust Whoa, love, take my hand across the crowd I have been digging underground What'er remains is yet to be found I have no children I have no husband I have no reason To be alive Oh, give me one Green grass blades are all on fire I own the crack that's in the wind From your window I see bars & the birds They sing & they sing & they sing & they sing And the dogs They bark & they bark & they bark & they bark & they bark Ah... Whatever happened to them all? Whatever happened to us all? Annie had two young baby boys And Jimi went crazy, crazy, crazy late last fall Ah... |
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| 2:44 |
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Cop a ride or catch a feel
I won't be late, I won't decline your invite tonight this starry cold night It's six o'clock get up the block don't be scared don't be shocked I'll be there tonight on yours & mine's night I'm yours and mine tonight And oh bring back my memory And say goodnight to Irene The sun is down you'll act the clown, I'll dance around we'll hit the town your shirt is stained my dress is frayed but later they'll go I've laid my claim, I thought for sure that I'd be yours oh but your friend is much more but he's got a date and she's got a name I don't care And oh bring back my memory And say goodnight to Irene There was six drunk men six drunk men see how they fail see how they fail Catch a ride or cop a feel I won't be late I won't decline your invite tonight this starry cold night |
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These are not my people, I should never have come here
The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab I know a place, I've seen the face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Ah These night's that I've been on the road Through my window the moonlight she shone And on my walls the fire she danced Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run Don't look back, you're moving too fast I know a place, I've seen the face And I'll take the high road from factory to factory Oh yeah Oh yeah Ah yeah Ah yeah There are millions and millions of people around On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds And I can walk with them I love them I need their love There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold Sores exposed to the blisters and shards Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah Oh yeah Ah yeah Ah yeah Run, run Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm These are not my people, I should never have come here I know a place, I've seen the face Take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah Oh yeah Ah yeah Ah yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Ah yeah Ah yeah... |
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| 4:12 |
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These flowers are coming up wild
They're coming up, they're coming up They're coming up wild These flowers are coming up wild They're coming up, they're coming up They're coming up wild They are like those children Go off to school & don't come back And I am like their mother Waiting around about to crack Crack Crack I want them back Crack Crack I want them back Back Back Back You are like a flower You rise & rise to the sun You do not look back at where you came from I wanna be like that That That That And the boys they run faster And they throw harder And they get stronger And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone I wanna be like that That That That And the girls they are pretty And they get silly When they get giddy And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone I wanna be like that That I'm on my knees in the corner Wiping my floor, wiping my floor, yeah And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone I wanna be like that That That That These flowers are coming up wild They're coming up, they're coming up They're coming up wild |
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| 3:18 |
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Got your hand up all in my shirt
And you know that it hurts Ball & chain My ball & chain Crossing the street you look so fine Making up everything that's in my mind Ball & chain Ball & chain You are the same with your balls & your chains Bend me over the back of the carseat Take me down to Easy Street Ball & chain Ball & chain You are the same with your balls & your chains Oh yeah Oh yeah Why does this always happen? Why does this always happen? Why? Why? Yeah Yeah, her tits were higher than mine With a waist that is sugar-fine I heard she could read & write too And she's getting a degree in Fucking U Sexual Psychology It's easier than philosophy It's easier than chemistry Where's my chemisty? Why does this always happen? Oh why does this always happen? Why? Why? Why? |
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Summer comes and rain falls away
But the very next day it seems The snow comes to stay And you too will go just like the dog days do I'll put on my hat, my gloves, my scarf To keep the cold apart But there are no hats, gloves, scarves for the heart Just a cold wind which leaves its frosted mark Don't forget that I will always love you Just a reminder to help you pave your pathway Summer comes, fall it cools Winter it snow, spring it rains And you go But in my silly mind I've gotten married to you You're across town, don't even have a clue Or these images that in ten years I'll run into you & fall right back inside of you Don't forget that I will always love you Just a reminder to help you pave your pathway Fall it cools, winter it snows Spring it rains, summer comes And you go So when will we meet next and where will it be On a platform track in an old movie Cause time moves in circles & can leave you anywhere |
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This, this life
Is boring This, this life Right now is snoring That's all right That's okay It's still worth living When it is not I got the gun for my head Want to break free instead But I could never pull the trigger I get too scared So I stand up instead I go wild Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song There's a song, there's a song It's in my head There's a song, there's a song A little country song It's in my head Dear, dear man Be nice to your girl She knows that you could Live without her And so she cries in your arms Every night Til you walk out the door She goes wild Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song There's a song, there's a song It's in my head There's a song, there's a song A little country song It's in my head It's in my head On a parti, six ans de mer Sans pouvoir border la terre Au bout de la septieme annee On a manque de provisions It's in my head, head, head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head, head, head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head It's in my head This, this life Is boring This, this life Right now is snoring |
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When the day is short
And the nights are long It's a different world Where the rules are wrong And I, I will go home with who Whoever is sure Are you sure? And I don't care if you If you love me tomorrow just Love me tonight and I I will be all right I'll be all right I'll be all right Until tomorrow night And it's oh, so long Meet your, meet your friends at the bar And is that who those people are? They, they, seem so very, oh, far They seem so far Is that who they really are? And on the jukebox is your Is your only song and I I have never remembered the words Now I've waited, waited too long I've waited too long Our love is gone No more sober words of love No more walks in the park side No more sweet and shy touches, yeah We're just lovers in the dark Feel nothing, leave no mark But it was fun when we saw sparks When the day is short And the nights are long It's a different world Where the rules are wrong I'll be all right I'll be all right |
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| 3:14 |
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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong But I feel old & tired Overfired And I've been poked & stoked It's all smoke, there's no more fire Only desire For you, whoever you are For you, whoever you are You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom In your bedroom Standing over your head With her hand in your head With her hand in your head I will not pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you When all I wanted was to be good To do everything in truth To do everything in truth Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man So I could learn how to stand up for myself Like those guys with guitars I've been watching in bars Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat To a different beat To a different beat I will not pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you When all I wanted was to be good To do everything in truth To do everything in truth You bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole Oh you bloody... I will not pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you For you, whoever you are For you, whoever you are For you, whoever you are |
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I'm not such a good lover
I'm a better talker So when you touch me there I'm scared that you'll see Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I don't love myself And there are things these days That can help you through a phase Like food & health & fear I prefer the beer Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself Oh when the cityscape is born From the ocean floor It speaks its native tongue Physical, subliminal Not the way that it left you cold But the way that you left yourself When the Moon falls from the Earth When the Sun, it fills its girth And I know we'll go howl at the night But still the sun will not hide our fight Oh, I laugh a lot But that's just a plot I found a way to make the night stay Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so Ah, it was Oprah On the TV show She told me so Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I love myself |
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| 4:11 |
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Left the pain before the dawn
She never thought it would or could be easy Been inclined to carry on Hold my hard head And watch you walk out on me See the tears one by one They fall down my hard head Forever Forevermore Fall around into the ground Deep down Far as you can Go out tonight & meet the dawn again It'd be nice to see an old friend Learn to accept the things I am I never liked myself before Now even less When it rains it pours Down my hard head forever Forevermore Fall down into the ground Deep down Far as you can Who was I kidding? Who was I kidding? Oh, your record label hasn't come through yet You've gained some weight And all you can think is When the Romeo's gonna show Oh, I know, babe, You're the best thing yet But take it from me I would if I could Fuck it all Your mother loves you Your daddy needs you Your brother feeds you Far as you can Who was I kidding? |
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Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather: Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree The true word of welcome was spoken in the door - Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight Kind folks of old, you come again no more Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland; Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland Lone stands the house, and the chimney stone is cold Lone lt it stand, now the friends are all departed The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved that place of old Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl Spring shall bring the sun and the rain, bring the bees and flowers; Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood Fair shine the day on the house with open door Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney But I go for ever and come again no more |
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Trackback from :: 끔찍하게 민감한 마음 :: 2012-01-25 14:26:16
Subject : 설레는 마음을 막을 순 없더군. <P.S 온리 유>(P.S., 2004)
