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Read about your band in some local page
Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name Sweet Georgia breezes, safe, cool and warm I headed up north, you headed north On and on and on and on What side are you on? On and on and on and on What side are you on? Weary voice that's laughin', on the radio once We sounded drunk, never made it on Passin' through and it's late, the station started to fade Picked another one up in the very next state On and on and on and on What side are you on? On and on and on and on and... Pretty girl keep growin' up, playin' make-up, wearin' guitar Growin' old in a bar, ya grow old in a bar Headed out to San Francisco, definitely not L.A. Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name And if I don't see ya, in a long, long while I'll try to find you Left of the dial |
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On the bus, that's where we're ridin'
On the bus, O.K., don't say hi, then Your tongue, your transfer, Your hand, your answer On the bus, everyone's lookin' forward On the bus, I am lookin' forward And everything ain't O.K. I might die before Monday They're all watchin' us Kiss me on the bus Kiss me on the bus If you knew how I felt now You wouldn't act so adult now Hurry, hurry, here comes my stop On the bus, watch our reflection On the bus, I can't stand no rejection C'mon, let's make a scene Oh, baby, don't be so mean They're all watchin' us Kiss me on the bus Kiss me on the bus If you knew how I felt now You wouldn't act so adult now Hurry, hurry, here comes my stop If you knew how I felt now You wouldn't act so adult now They're all watchin' us Kiss me on the bus Kiss me on the bus Kiss me on the bus Kiss me on the bus |
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| 3. |
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God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten We are the sons of no one, bastards of young We are the sons of no one, bastards of young The daughters and the sons Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten We are the sons of no one, bastards of young We are the sons of no one, bastards of young The daughters and the sons Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war?) to name us The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest And visit their graves on holidays at best The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them We are the sons of no one, bastards of young We are the sons of no one, bastards of young The daughters and the sons Young...take it, it's yours... |
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| 2:07 |
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You take the skyway, high above the busy little one-way
In my stupid hat and gloves, at night I lie awake Wonderin' if I'll sleep Wonderin' if we'll meet out in the street But you take the skyway It don't move at all like a subway It's got bums when it's cold like any other place It's warm up inside Sittin' down and waitin' for a ride Beneath the skyway Oh, then one day, I saw you walkin' down that little one-way Where, the place I'd catch my ride most everyday There wasn't a damn thing I could do or say Up in the skyway Skyway Skyway (sky away) |
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| 6. |
| 3:16 |
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If he was from Venus, would he feed us with a spoon?
If he was from Mars, wouldn't that be cool? Standing right on campus, would he stamp us in a file? Hangin' down in Memphis all the while. [Chorus:] Children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round They sing "I'm in love. What's that song? I'm in love with that song." Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice. Invisible man who can sing in a visible voice. Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face. Checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's place. [Chorus:] I never travel far, without a little Big Star Runnin' 'round the house, Mickey Mouse and the Tarot cards. Falling asleep with a flop pop video on. If he was from Venus, would he meet us on the moon? If he died in Memphis, then that'd be cool, babe. [Chorus:] |
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| 4:07 |
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All eyes look up to me
high above the filthy streets. Heed no bullhorn when it calls. Watch me fly and die. Watch me fall. I'm the boy they can't ignore, for the first time in my life, I'm sure. All the love sent up high to pledge won't reach the ledge. Wind blows cold from the west. I smell coffee, I smell doughnuts on their breaths. A girl that I knew once years ago is tryin' to be reached on the phone. I'm the boy she can't ignore, for the first time in my life, I'm sure. All the love sent up high to pledge... (Repeat) Priest kneels silent, all is still. Policeman reaches from the sill. Watch him, watch him try his best. There'll be no medal pinned to his chest. I'm the boy they couldn't ignore, for the first time in my life, I'm sure. (Repeat) I'm the boy for the last time in my life. All the love that they pledge for the last time will not reach the ledge. |
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| 3:04 |
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I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow I promise not to blow the address again Lights that flash in the evening, Through a crack in the drapes Jesus rides beside me He never buys any smokes Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes See you're high and lonesome Try and try and try Lights that flash in the evening, Through a hole in the drapes I'll be home when I'm sleeping I can't hardly wait I can't wait. Hardly wait. |
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| 3:25 |
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If there's a temporary lull
Why'm I bored right outta my skull Man, I'm dressin' sharp an' feelin' dull Lonely, I guess that's where I'm from I was from Canada Well, I best become unstunned And if it's just a game Then I'll break down just in case Oh yeah, we're runnin' in our last race Well, I laughed half the way to Tokyo I dreamt I was Surfer Joe An' what that means I don't know A dream too tired to come true Laughed a rebel without a clue And I'm searching for somethin' to do And if it's just a game Then we'll hold hands just the same So what, we're bleeding but we ain't cut And I could purge my soul perhaps For the imminent collapse Oh yeah, I'll tell you what we could do You be me for a while and I'll be you A dream too tired to come true Laughed a rebel without a clue Won't you tell me what I should do And if it's just a lull Why'm I bored right outta my skull Oh yeah, keep me from feeling so dull And if it's just a game Then we'll break down just in case Then again, I'll tell you what we could do You be me for a while You be me for a while You be me for a while and I'll be you |
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| 3:41 |
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Well she's kind of like an artist
Sittin' on the floor Never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes to see And no one understands it Sittin' in their seats She opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood She's achin' to be Well she dances alone in nightclubs Every other day of the week People look right through her Baby doll, check your cheek And she's kind of like a poet Who finds it hard to speak Poems come so slowly Like the colors down a sheet She opens her mouth to speak and What comes out's a mystery Thought about, not understood She's achin' to be I've been achin' for a while now, friend I've been achin' hard for years Well she's kind of like an artist Who uses paints no more You never show me what you're doing Never show a soul Well, I saw one of your pictures There was nothin' that I could see If no one's on your canvas Well, I'm achin' to be She closes her mouth to speak and Closes her eyes to see Thought about an' only loved She's achin' to be Just like me |
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In my waxed up hair and my painted shoes
Got an offer that you might refuse Tonight, tonight, we're gonna take a stand Come on along, we'll grab a can We ain't much to look at so Close your eyes, here we go We're playin' at the talent show Playin' at the talent show Come on along, here we go Playin' at the talent show Check us out, here we go Playin' at the talent show Well we got our guitars and we got our thumb picks An' we're goin' after some lip-synch chicks We're feelin' good from the pills we took Oh, baby, don't gimme that look We ain't much to look at so Close your eyes, here we go We're playin' at the talent show Playin' at the talent show Come on, here we go Playin' at the talent show Hop a ride, here we go Playin' at the talent show Well it's the biggest thing in my life I guess Look at us all, we're nervous wrecks Hey, we go on next Playin' at the talent show Wish us luck if you can't go Playin' at the talent show An empty seat in the front row You might know when it starts, you never know It's too late to turn back, here we go |
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You press your luck
Up against his body Now you're stuck But you like it down and dirty You don't care Where the hell you're goin' Anywhere Is better than goin' Anywhere is better than Anywhere is better than Anywhere is better than Anywhere is better than here Your hair is black Because you taint it Your life's a joke so tell me, ain't it? Anywhere is better than Anywhere is better than Anywhere is better than Anywhere is better than here You press your luck But you don't care They play with your head But they never stroke your hair Anywhere is better than here |
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A "hush" was the first word you were taught
And they watched you wear The clothes they claimed they bought They brought you down To watch the merry-go around In fall, you knew how much A trouble doll around your neck when you lost You wouldn't make a sound But I could hear your little heart pound And I watched your feet slip off the ground Merry go round in dreams Writes 'em down, it seems When she sleeps, she's free Merry go round in dreams You wake to another day and find The wind's blow'in out of key with your sky Only you can see And the rain dancin' in the night Everybody stands around in daylight Merry go round in dreams Writes 'em down, it seems When she sleeps, she's free Merry go round in dreams And everybody thinks she's sick She's got two worlds she can pick And she's sad Hush is the only word you know And I stopped listening long ago They ignored me with a smile You as a child But the trouble doll hears your heart pound And your feet say goodbye to the ground Merry go round in dreams Writes 'em down. it seems When she sleeps, she's free Merry go round in dreams Merry go round in dreams Merry go round in me Merry go round Round and round in me Merry go round Round and round in me |
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From the very first day that you were born
to the very last time you waved and honked your horn had no chance at all to watch you grow up so sadly, beautiful up so sadly, beautiful Baby needs a brand new pair of eyes cause the ones you got now say ugly goodbyes had no chance at all to let you know oh so sadly, beautiful sadly, beautiful Well you got your father's hair and you got your father's nose but you got my soul sadly, beautiful >From the very last time you waved and honked your horn to a face that turned away pale and worn had no chance at all to let you know you left me sadly, beautiful left me sadly, beautiful Sadly, beautiful so sadly so sadly |
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Heartaches, on your wedding day
double takes when they look my way knees quake, there ain't a shotgun in the place you like the frost'in, you just bought the cake your eyes can't fake still in love with nobody and I won't tell nobody The bridegroom drags you 'cross that room said I do but honey you were just a kid your eyes said I did still in love with nobody nobody, nobody and I won't tell nobody Take a look on your wedding night in your wedding book see what name I signed hey love nobody, nobody, nobody then nobody nobody, nobody, nobody repeat Hips shake to the band for old times sake now you make your get away and you wade onto the stage but on the last page says love nobody nobody, nobody and I won't tell nobody nobody, nobody yeah you're still in love with nobody nobody, nobody and I used to be nobody nobody, nobody anymore more |
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Rip out the table
we need room to move in a life unstable your so easily amused anywhere you hang yourself is home throw in a tape fits the tone Someone take the wheel and I don't know where we're going anybody say what your feel back on I guess this is nowhere The windows are dirty let's hope it rains add another newspaper something to do with my change I see we're fighting again in some fuck'in land throw in another tape man Someone take the wheel and I don't know where we're going anybody say what you feel everybody said but no one show it Show me one night kiss until a long time show me one night show Hard music is pounding out in that rain and we're standing in the shadow forever on the brake turn it up so I don't have to fake Someone take the wheel and I don't care where we're going anybody say what you feel every said but no-one show it Someone take the wheel someone take the wheel |
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I'll write you a letter tomorrow
Tonight I can't hold a pen Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow I promise not to blow the address again Lights that flash in the evening, Through a crack in the drapes Jesus rides beside me He never buys any smokes Hurry up, hurry up, ain't you had enough of this stuff Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes See you're high and lonesome Try and try and try Lights that flash in the evening, Through a hole in the drapes I'll be home when I'm sleeping I can't hardly wait I can't wait. Hardly wait. |
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Our work house
shoot each other in bed and I wouldn't go to see ya they put the checkbook to my head Tinkertown liquors emperor's checkers some shit on the needle like your record The fifth cripp'in week an absolute must one of the years best ain't say'in much throw'in us drunk says we're starting to drown we're all shook down all shook down shook down all shook down She don't do dance and she don't do us the black and white blues oh yeah I got'em in color The fifth cripp'in week an absolute might one of the years best in sight they throw us drunk says we're starting to drown we're all shook down all shook down all shook down shook down Praises they sing a register rings one of the time that nobody brings Praises they sing shake my hand as I drown all shook down all shook down repeat |
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