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Well you think you had a good time
With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun - 간 주 중 - In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again its nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun - 간 주 중 - Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn! When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun Dont be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun in the paper sun |
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Good sense, innocence, cripplin' and kind.
Dead kings, many things I can't define. Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose. Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns. Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around. Look at yourself, look at yourself, Yeah, yeah. Look at yourself, look at yourself, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah. Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two. Throw your pride to one side, It's the least you can do. Beatniks and politics, nothing is new. A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view. Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose. Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind. Dead kings and many things I can't define. Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind. Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme. Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose. Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints. Sha-la-la, sha-la-la.... |
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Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still, But nobody wants to know him, They can see that he's just a fool, And he never gives an answer, But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down, And the eyes in his head, See the world spinning around. Well on his way his head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud But nobody ever hears him, Or the sound he appears to make, And he never seems to notice, But the fool on the hill . . . Nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do. And he never shows his feelings, But the fool on the hill . . . |
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Travels on a cloud (up on the clouds)
He's one of the good time people now I'm a face in the crowd (I'm in the crowd) All dressed up and laughing loud I can talk to him, and I can love him Ooh... Rainbow chaser Ooh... Rainbow chaser Ooh... Rainbow chaser Many miles to go (miles to go) How many bridges do you cross Winter, rain and snow (rain and snow) Over mountains high and low I can talk to him, and I can love him Ooh... Rainbow chaser Ooh... Rainbow chaser Ooh... Rainbow chaser |
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In the year 2525
If man is still alive If woman can survive they may find In the year 3535 Ain't gonna need to tell the truth Tell no lies Everything you think do and say is in the pill you took today In the year 4545 Ain't gonna need your teeth Won't need your eyes You won't find a thing to chew Nobody's gonna look at you In the year 5555 Your arms hanging limp at your sides Your legs got nothing to do Some machine's doing that for you In the year 6565 Ain't gonna need no husband Won't need no wife You'll pick your son Pick your daughter too From the bottom of a long glass tube In the year 7510 If God's a coming He oughta make it by then Maybe He'll look round Himself and say Guess it's time for the judgement day In the year 8510 God is gonna shake his mighty head He'll either say I'm pleased where man has been Or tear it down and start again In the year 9595 I'm kinda wondering If man is gonna be alive He's taken everything this old earth can give And he ain't put back nothing Now it's been 10000 years Man has cried a billion tears For what he never knew Now man's reign is through But through eternal night The twinkling of starlight So very far away Maybe it's only yesterday In the year 2525 If man is still alive If woman can survive they may find In the year 3535 |
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If I were a carpenter
And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway Would you have my baby If a tinker were my trade Would you still find me Carrying the pots I made Following behind me Save my love for sorrow Save my love for lonely I'm given you my tomorrow Love me only If I worked my hands in wood Would you still love me Answer me quick Tim, I could I'll put you above me If I were a miller At a mill wheel grinding Would you miss your colored box Soft shoes a shining Save my love for loneliness Save my love for sorrow I've given you my onliness Give me your tomorrow If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway Would you have my baby |
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Call out the instigator because there's something in the air.
We've got to get together sooner or later because the revolution's here. And you know it's right. And you know that it's right. We have got to get it together. We have got to get it together now block off the streets and houses 'cause there's somthing in the air. We've got to get together sooner or later because the revolution's here. And you know it's right. And you know that it's right. We have got to get it together. We have got to get it together now. Call out the instigator because there's something in the air. We've got to get together sooner or later because the revolution's here. And you know it's right. And you know that it's right. We have got to get it together. We have got to get it together now |
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Sunshine came softly a-through my a-window today
Could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways It'll take time, I know it but in a while You're gonna be mine, I know it, we'll do it in style 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now Any trick in the book a-now, baby, all that I can find Everybody's hustlin' a-just to have a little scene When I say we'll be cool, I think that you know what I mean We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when? I know a beach where, baby, a-it never ends When you've made your mind up forever to be mine Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now Any trick in the book a-now, baby, that I can find Superman or Green Lantern ain't got a-nothin' on me I can make like a turtle and dive for your pearls in the sea, yep A-you you you can just sit there while thinking on your velvet throne 'Bout all the rainbows a-you can a-have for your own When you’ve made your mind up, forever to be mine Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm I’ll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind When you’ve made your mind up, forever to be mine I’ll pick up your hand, I’ll pick up your hand |
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There'll be no strings to bind your hands,
Not if my love can't bind your heart. And there's no need to take a stand, For it was I who chose to start. I see no reason to take me home, I'm old enough to face the dawn. Just call me angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. Just call me angel of the morning, Angel Then slowly turn away... from me. Maybe the sun's light will be dim And it won't matter anyhow. If morning's echo says we've sinned, Well, it was what I wanted now. And if we're the victims of the night, I won't be blinded by light. Just call me angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. Just call me angel of the morning, Angel Then slowly turn away... I won't beg you to stay... with me... Through the tears... of the day.... Of the years... baby, baby -- Just call me angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. Just call me angel of the morning, Angel Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.... |
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You don't know what's going on,
You've been away for far too long You can't come back and think you are still mine You're out of touch my baby My poor old fashioned baby I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes you are left out, yes, you are I said you're left out of there without a doubt 'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time You thought you was a clever girl Giving up your social whirl But you can't come back and be the first in line, oh yeah You're obsolete, my baby My poor old fashioned baby I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes, you are left out, yes, you are I said you're left out of there without a doubt 'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes you are left out, yes, you are I said you're left out of there without a doubt 'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time Yes you are left out, yes, you are I said you're left out, out of there without a doubt 'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time (Is everybody ready) Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time You thought you was a clever girl (Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time) You're livin' in that social whirl (Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time) Yes you are right now |
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Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)
--- The Byrds To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to morn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for ev’ry purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to bend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace I swear its not too late To ev’rything Turn, turn, turn There is a season Turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under heaven -행복하세요- |
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I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road When I asked him, where are you going? This he told me I'm going down to Yasgur's farm Think I'll join a rock and roll band I'll camp out on the land I'll try and set my soul free We are stardust, we are golden And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel just like a cog In something turning Well maybe it's the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man And I don't know who I am But life's for learning We are stardust, we are golden And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden By the time I got to Woodstock They were half a million strong Everywhere there were songs And celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky Turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust, we are golden And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden We are stardust, we are golden And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden We are stardust, we are golden And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden |
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