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| 4:18 |
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Playing pool and drinking beer
Nothin more'n the
occasional tear
But this man's life goes on
and he gets
greased all over
from time to time
At the strip joint, where we met
He said 'Hi, my name is Ted
See that one over there
That ball of thunder
Every time she goes Vavoom,
I wiggle in my chair
Can I buy you a beer?
What a guy
'I've had a few myself' he said
'But I never quit when I'm ahead
Too many rules and regulations
Stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion
It always causes a fight
Vavoom
There she goes again
'How does she do that' said Ted
And he told me
of those unjustices (that)
He had suffered in his life
His wife and kids
and boss and dogs
and neighbours
Raising cain and causing strife
They were forever whining
Bleating howling yapping screeching moaning crying
Vavoom
He fed them well
He keep them warm
Thing about Ted
he didn't really care
Nothing much got in his hair
and the beauty of it was
that he was right
He was big as a truck
and fast as a door
(what's that?)
he was always right
The banjo player took a hike
What's that song
I used to like
Vavoom
He was big as a truck
Fast as a door - Ted
Ted the man our Ted
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2. |
| 6:00 |
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3. |
| 4:48 |
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Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
what you're doing
anyway
who is driving this thing
Did you know
the warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
It's round about that time again
She cried
it's all for one my friends
All my dreams are forgotten
When you leave me
on the shelf
I can think of nothing better
Than to sit here by myself
Least remembered
soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
if you never go away
I'm amazed by the way
how are you
I'm amazed how could you
it wasn't that good to start with
anyway
Nothings quite that simple
Did you know
the warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
it's round about that time again
She cried
it's all for one my friends
Least remembered
soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
if you never go away
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
what you're doing
anyway
who is driving this thing
Least remembered
soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
if you never go away
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4. |
| 7:32 |
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While you were out...
the message says
You left a number
and I tried to call
But they wrote it down
in a perfect Spanish scrawl
in a perfect Spanish scrawl
Yet again
I'm missing you
King size bed
(in a) hotel someplace
I hear your name
I see your face
I see your face
(The) back street dolls
and the side door johnnies
The wide eyed boys with their bags full of
money
Back in the alley
going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail
of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn't be
so high I know
if the times gone by
hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
come apart at the seams
and shatter all my dreams
Sometimes I feel like...
Screaming
close my eyes
It's times like this
my head goes down
and the only thing I know
is the name of this town
is the name of this town
Yet again
I'm missing you
won't be long
O' coming home
Until that distant time
I'll be moving on
I'll be moving on
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5. |
| 4:44 |
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You know I'm not
your lover now
it might as well be said
and then you say
you're leaving
Or maybe I'm just
hanging on a thread
When I gave you everything
it didn't seem that much
You gave me your opinion
with the usual
heavy handed touch
What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
My head is spinning endlessly
My sense won't react
Then I'm falling through a black hole
Part of me is never coming back
How you can lose a thing
you never really had
And you always hurt the one you love
and you just love to hurt me bad
What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
What can I do
About the sky that falls on you
I'm not your lover
You really must be going now
By god, is that the time?
Let me put you out
of my misery
They call it being cruel
to be kind
I only insult my friends
my friend
The rest can go to hell
You can read it
anyway you want
oh well, you're not so bad yourself
What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now
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6. |
| 5:21 |
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Riding on the moonpath
in the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air
was of another time
I cried in all my innocence
you were dressed in white
and even if I'd had the strength
I couldn't move to save my life
The fear and the thrill
of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills
on the hottest of nights
he walked right through
my open door
As I began to run, he threw
some gold upon the floor, and said
There's plenty more
where that came from
I'm tired of the bombs
I'm tired of the bullets
I'm tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems
I flew along the lighted street
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising cicrcles
ever further from the ground
As I begin to lose my breath
printed faxes turn a spin
A distant corner of the room
will open up and let me in
I'm tired of the news
I'm tired of the weather
I'm tired of the same thing every day
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say
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7. |
| 5:12 |
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Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Might have been
the dust in my eyes
the dust in my eyes
Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been
the dust in my eyes
Some would call it suicide
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
when she's
drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide
Hell on earth
Is she right is she wrong
Will she sing another song
Wicked as it seems
right now
Rosa wants her baby back
Rosa wants her baby back
Since he's gone she's losing track
Rosa wants her baby back
Careful with that cadillac
Careful with that cadillac
Careful with that cadillac
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8. |
| 5:12 |
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Nothing here for me today
Garbaggio from the men in grey
Don't do this
You can't do that
What's the point
What's the matter, anyway
Fat cat's licking cream
Dirty business
hard and mean
Narrow eyes and hungry days
There's got to be
a better way
Something here about my face
Something make you think
I got time to waste
What you doing
standing here
Why don't you call
someone who cares
Fat cats all the same
Easy answers just a game
Another day nothing changes
There's got to be a better way
A glistening of questioners
Prepared the inquisition
While jackals in the shadows
manoeuvre for position
A fundament of righteous men
A barrow ideals
The carriage of misjustice
Crushes all beneath it's wheels
Conspiracies of silence
Within the temple walls
Graveyards full of promises
That no one can recall
A castle full of rascals
A fortress full of thieves
A parliament of silver tongues
That latter to deceive
Oh my darling Carolina
If you get the chance
to walk behind here
She's so clean
you see no splash
Just the Texas chainsaw massacre
Fat cat's got to go
I'm Rockin' and rollin'
from my headache to my toes
She's trying to set the world on fire
Up there in her Ivory tower
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9. |
| 4:36 |
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Mother nature's been good to me
That's why I'm sittin in this cherry tree
But it's alright, it's alright
It's not so bad
I'm just a touch away
The shady lady
from shady lane
is lying in my bed again
and it's alright
it feels good
It's not so bad
When she's just a touch away
Nothing much
is all I ask
and it's alright, ok yes
Light as a feather, oh yes
Like a rosebud
when the sun is high
She opens up
before my eyes
and the light falls
on her wet skin
It's alright
I'm just a touch away
Nothing much
is all I know
and it's alright, oh yes
Light as a feather,
and just a touch away
Put a finger to her lips again
She cries with pleasure
cries wih pain
and it's alright
It feels good
It's not so bad
We're just a touch away
Nothing much
is all I know
Not too fast
Not too slow
and it's alright
Soft as a feather
and just a touch away
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10. |
| 5:54 |
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Watch him ride into the sunset
He'd have the little fat guy
right along his side
Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco
from Pancho 'n' pretty soon
the black sombrero would reply
Hey Pancho what's happening mi amigo
It's getting somewhere near the end,
this winding trail
When we've raced around the corner
for the final dusty time
Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's
going to jail
Can't open no more supermarkets
Duncan's sombrero's hanging
up there with his guns
Some cigarro sucking slag
under a chip Hollywood chandelier
Says 'Cisco, Kid you know
your day is done
Let me know how you are doin'
Mr Renaldo
if you need me I could be
a friend for life
There don't seem any point
...we should throw 'way
all these years
Why don't we saddle up
and ride out one more time
What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when
I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco
Let's go out in style
We're going down together
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11. |
| 4:09 |
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Remind me to tell you
bout the old silver miner
name of hard rock Pete
had his house built on a slope
They say one of his legs
lived in Calico
Ther's a rumour going round
that the other lived in hope
So I walked in the room
and I stopped
I turned around
and looked over my shoulder
And a voice close beside me said
You'd better watch your head
the party's over
It wasn't long before
the waitress came over and said
Can I freshen up your drink
and have you heard of these boys
and if you feel included
to buy some cowboy boots
Well it's not that bad
we can talk above the noise
So I sucked on my beer
Shut my eyes
and tried to listen to the words
I know I missed the meaning
but the message
was something I'd already heard
Johnny Ringo's voice
is getting deeper
and now he's going to put
another lock on the door
The night is getting later
My head is getting lighter
The mood is getting darker
Tequila's being poured
So I smile
at the old gunslinger
in his frame on the wall
as he pushed back his hat
And it's all coming back
I'd cut a long story short
but it's much too late for that
Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from
the back seat of my car
I was sleeping in Memphis
in my hotel room
and somebody stole my guitar
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12. |
| 4:44 |
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