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If I were black and I lived here
I'd want to be a big man in the FBI ? or the CIA But as I'm not, and of course I don't And as I'm free, white and twenty-one I don't need more power than I've got ...except for some times when I'm broke |
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Por que trabajas tu por all?
Por que no estas aqui en casa? La la la, yo no se... solo me pregunto Porque no soy feliz en la escuela? Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est? Yo no se... Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo? Es que puedo creer en el idolo que queremos? Digame si es justo que no estes aqui? Para ayudarme, yo no se, solo me preguntan Yo no se, no se, no se... |
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In his organ solos
He feels 'round the keyboards Knowing he must find the noisiest notes for you to hear And when I know that he's found them It feels so good... But I still can't see why people listen, instead of doing it themselves But I'm grateful all the same You're very kind and I don't blame you I don't mind if you just watch In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it... |
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Here's a song for Clean Machine Kevin Majorca
He's found his own way of "live in Majorca" Don't walk, don't drink Don't talk, just think Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill At least as long as he lies perfectly still He eats brown rice and fish ? how nice Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon Good and bad go so well together in his tunes He wrote a song and called it the weather ? or not He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir Waiting for something that's already there Heaven on Earth or is it the moon? Why, why, why is he sleeping? Why is the trumpeter weeping? Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying We've got something to tell you Hold on we wanted to thrill you Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter Kevin on Earth there'll be one Kevin on Earth make room for one Kevin himself he'll be in Kevin on Earth, be here Or you could be now Or is he found, in Herne Bay... |
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In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends Winter time is when I think about the past But of course I do all those things all the year 'round I mean, all the good things are there to be found It's all here, pick a bag and get to work If you don't, your life in fact will go berserk Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse? If something's not worth saying Not worth saying Not worth saying Say it... |
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On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation How long can I resist the temptation? I've got my bird, you've got your man So who else do we need, really? Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now And if it's half as good for you as it is for me Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while Till all the thing I want is need You are the thing I are, I knew I want you more than ever now We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need Then all the thing us needs is wanting I realized when I saw you last We've been together now and then From time to time - just here and there Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels To have you haunt the horns of my dilemma - Oh! Wait a minute! - Over - Up - Over - Up - ... Down Down - Over - Up - Over - ... Up Living can be lovely, here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home And I wish I were home again - back home again, home again There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again Back home again The sun shines here all summer Its nice cause you can get quite brown Ah, but I miss the rain - ticky tacky ticky And I wish that I were home again - home again, home again... Living is easy here in New York State Ah, but I wish that I were home again Just before we go on to the next part of our song Let's all make sure we've got the time Music-making still performs the normal functions - background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it? Now I love your eyes - see how the time flies She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me It was the same with her love It just wasn't enough for me But before this feeling dies Remember how distance can tell lies! You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you? You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race And you're winning, and you're winning She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning Until I get more homesick So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies... |
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Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing But even there, weren't the time wasted? Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked? Virgins are boring They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring Why be smug about the time wasted? Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked? Knickers and panties We are groping under knickers and pants But is it worth it, all that time wasted? Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked? With nothing on at all Nothing, no clothes on Nude, naked, bare... |
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