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I can see him coming
He's walking down the highway With his big boots on And his big thumb out He wants to get me He wants to hurt me He wants bring me down But Sometime later when I'm feel a little straighter I will come across a stranger Who'll remind me of the danger And then I'll run him over Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark I can see her coming sure looks pretty her breasts are bold and her mouth is large she wants to get me she wants to hurt me she wants to bring me down But sometime later when I feel a little naked I'll lead her to altar Then I'll tie her all in leather Then I'm gonna whip her Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark I can see him coming he's walking through bedroom with a switchblade knife He's looking at my wife he wants to get me he wants to hurt me he wants to bring me down But sometime later when I feel a little braver I'll go hunting with my rifle where the wild geese are flying then I'm gonna bag one Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark I can see them coming they're training in the mountains and they talk chinese and they spread disease They want to get me They want to hurt me They want bring me down But sometime later when I feel a little safer We'll assasinate the president And take over the government And then we're going to fry them Pretty smart on my part Find my way home in the dark |
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Lost in the valley of dolls
Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault That I was alone. Time dripped from the trees Leapt through a land I fell to my knees before the throne And the crown was covered jewels, sparkling schools The beautiful fauns The magnificent battle was fought And Cinderella's soldier fish was caught And the lady from the lake Who helped me to escape Led me to myself at last Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house The flower fled from my feet, Tom Sawyer voice through the hole of the key, Landed so gently. Castles cover the cave, I had no choice, the visions were brave And the phantoms were friendly, And Pirate Jenny was dancing for pennies, The knucklebones tossed in a spin, There were silver songs on her skin. And she wasn't caring when the ship came in. And the lady from the lake Helped me to escape Led me to myself at last, Though I danced with the dolls in the doll house My costume dropped to the floor, Naked at last, I couldn't fight any-more, And the service was rendered. A poem fell from the wine, buried the past. The future was mine and the present sur-rendered. And the ballet master is beckoning faster, The ballerina was posed, in the fragile beauty we froze. Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go. And the lady from the lake Who helped me to escape Left me with myself at last Though I danced with the doll in the doll house |
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Meet the king of cowboys, he rides a pale pony
He fights the bad boys brings them to their knees He patrols the highways from the air He keeps the country safe from long hair I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. I don't like the black man, for he doesn't know his place Take the back of my hand or I'll spray you with my mace I'm as brave as any man can be I find my courage through chemistry I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. I don't like the students now, they don't have no respect They don't like to work now, I think I'll wring their necks They call me pig, although I'm underpaid I'll show those faggots that I'm not afraid I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. Farewell to the gangsters we don't need them anymore We've got the police force, they're the ones who break the law He's got a gun and he's a hater He shoots first, he shoots later I am the masculine American man I kill, therefore I am. |
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As I went out one evening to take the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red moon In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes And on her face lay the steel blue skies Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning Turning They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out From Lincoln Park the dark was turning Turning Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine But I searched in vain for she stayed behind In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I'll go back to the city where I can be alone And tell my friend she lies in stone In Lincoln Park the dark was turning |
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My life was once a joy to me
Never knowing, I was growing, every day. My life was once a toy to me And I wound it and I found it ran away. So, I raced through the night With a face at my feet, like a god I would write, All the melodies were sweet, and the women were white. It was easy to survive, my life was so alive. My life was once a flag to me And I waved it and behaved like I was told. My life was once a drag to me And I loudly and I proudly lost control. I was drawn by a dream,I was loved by a lie, Every serf on the scene begged me to buy But I slipped through the scheme So lucky to fail, my life was not for sale. My life is now a myth to me Like the drifter, with his laughter in the dawn. My life is now a death to me So I'll mold it and I'll hold it till I'm born. So I turned to the land where I'm so out of place Throw a curse on the plan in return for the grace To know where I stand Take everything I own Take your tap from my phone And leave my life alone My life alone. |
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Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree
Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea? I do not know much, but I know this cannot be It isn't really, it isn't really, Tell me it isn't really. Sounding bell is diving down the water green Not a trace, not a toothbrush, not a cigarette was seen Bubble ball is rising from a whisper or a scream But I'm not screaming, no I'm not screaming, Tell me I'm not screaming. Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. Captain my dear Captain we're staying down so long I have been a good man, I've done nobody wrong Have we left our ladies for the lyrics of a song? That I'm not singing, I'm not singing Tell me I'm not singing The schooner ship is sliding across the kitchen sink My son and my daughter they won't know what to think The crew has turned to voting and the officers to drink But I'm not drinking, no I'm not drinking Tell me I'm not drinking Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. The radio is begging them to come back to the shore All will be forgiven, it'll be just like before All you've ever wanted will be waiting by your door We will forgive you, we will forgive you Tell me we will forgive you But no one gives an answer not even one goodbye Oh, the silence of their sinking is all that they reply Some have chosen to decay and other chose to die But I'm not dying, no I'm not dying Tell me I'm not dying Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. |
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There's a man walking round the island with a snake cane
He picked it up in Thailand from a hurricane And you know he's not gonna go there He's been one time too long Now all the gods are gone The younger boys are drowning in a shallow sea The night belongs to snipers in palm trees And their sabres flashed like lightning In the charge of the last brigade They must have been afraid Soldiers have their sorrow The wretched have their rage Pray for the aged it's the dawn of another age Of another age Of another age Of another age The blood running down the blackboard on a blank screen The convicts shake their cages of a bad dream And they'll coach you in the classroom that it cannot happen here But it has happened here I remember nothing that I memorized I got my education from a black eye And they'll teach you law and order If you dare to raise your hand Spare the glove and spoil the man Soldiers have their sorrow The wretched have their rage Pray for the aged It's the dawn of another age Of another age Of another age Thomas Paine and Jesse James are old friends And Robin Hood is riding on the road again We were born in a revolution and we died in a wasted war It's gone that way before The dogs are chasing chicken bones across the lawn If that was an election, I'm a Viet Cong So I pledge allegiance against the flag And the flaw for which it stands I'll raise it if I can Soldiers have their sorrow The wretched have their rage Pray for the aged It's the dawn of another age Of another age Of another age Of another age Of another age |
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The days grow longer for smaller prizes
I feel a stranger to all surprises You can have them, I don't want them I wear a different kind of garment In my rehearsals for retirement The lights are cold again, they dance below me I turn to old friends, they do not know me All but the beggar, he remembers I put a penny down for payment In my rehearsals for retirement If I'd have known the end would end in laughter I'd tell my daughter it doesn't matter The stage is tainted with empty voices The ladies painted, they have no choices I take my colors from the stable They lie in tatters by the tournament In my rehearsals for retirement Where are the armies who killed a country And turned a strong man into a baby? Now comes the rabble, they are welcome I wait in anger and amusement In my rehearsals for retirement If I'd have known the end would end in laughter Still I'd tell my daughter that it doesn't matter Farewell, my own true love, farewell, my fancy Are you still owin' me love, though you failed me? But one last gesture for your pleasure I'll paint your memory on the monument In my rehearsals for retirement |
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I found him by the stage last night -- he was breathing his last breath.
A bottle of wine and a cigarette was all that he had left. I can see you make music 'cause you carry a guitar, God help the troubadour who tries to be a star. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. I seen my share of hustlers as they try to take the world, When they find their melody, they're surrounded by the girls. But it all fades so quickly like a sunny summer day, Reporters ask you questions, they write down what you say. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. They'll rob you of your innocence, they will put you up for sale. The more that you will find success, the more that you will fail. I been around, I've had my share, and I really can't complain, But I wonder who I left behind the other side of fame. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. |
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And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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Who's that coming down the road
A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers at his fingertips A halo 'round his spine he must have lost his mind he should be put away, right away In the corner of the night he handed me his waterpipe His eyes were searching deep inside my head Here's what he said Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head I dove beneath the bed Fighting, biting nails, turning pale The landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall The singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?) My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life I'd sooner take a wife and have raise a child or two Wouldn't you? Peace has turned to poison The flag has blown a fuse Even courage is confused And now all the brave are in the grave Century is bending(?) have a very happy ending To the victor go the ashes of the spoil Seeds in the soil Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California The flower-power fuller brush man is farming out his friends I stabbed him with my stem And then I tapped his toes with my rose He crawled around inside himself Now he's crawling after me Dropping acid in my tea He wants to save his soul rock and roll One of us must understand It's not the drug that makes the man Then a poster of a movie star walked by He must have been high Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared Maddonas do the minuet for the naked millionaires The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon So who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere Had to stare A fire around his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away Anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding(?) at the border When the echoes of my ecstacy appear Wish I was here Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California |
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