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I'm sending out a call to arms
from the cities to the farms to the sounding of alarms with all the bells and whistles took my prize, hung my plaque pat our big collective back and then got drunk on crackerjack and e-mailed my epistle I must be the lucky one the luckiest in Luckydom who reached the moon but wound up numb now that I've had my fun here comes the millennium Knowing love everyday my baby wants to be that way but I can't bring myself to say how I can't hope for crying things got bad, things got worse I got loaded in a hearse when all I needed was a nurse believe me, I'm not lying I must be the lucky one the luckiest in Luckydom who reached the moon but wound up numb now that I've had my fun here comes the millennium I must be the lucky one the luckiest in Luckydom who reached the moon but wound up numb let's call this party done here comes the millennium |
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Always thought it was a game with us
Move until enough's enough into a picture-perfect view I'd like to rip it up with you Why would anybody leave this place? It's overdrawn and won't erase And if you're feeling incomplete the line is stretching up the street So take a look but you might stay until you have counted every light from Bunker Hill Take a coat you're going to freeze My baby sees every sentence with an underline never uses turpentine Put out a fleece and build a kite A siren's going off tonight Lay your head down Do you call this chance? Found the exit this entrance Now's the time (and it is still) I'm sorry that I kept you waiting here until Hey, Luanda do you want a thrill? We can watch the lights shine up from Bunker Hill But if it puts your heart at ease my baby, please... Try, but you can't hide Impossible. You're lit from the inside And all I've got to do is keep my eyes above the ground to see you move around The only points of light are fires on Vermont Somebody must suspect that all we really want is a tranquilizer gun to fill It's a free-for-all on Bunker Hill and everybody wets their knees on the trapeze... |
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Who'd have ever thought to
Call that coal If my hands were warm then I might I don't know I keep panning And in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down There's no gold in this barren town "Used to be a man could make his way with a barrel full of this black coal," Half certain you'd say But in my reach it Hangs on Water falls down There's no gold in this barren town. Look at every angle And draw a square Find some nut you can instead untighten Watch me in the corner With a pair Under certain pressure Ace, a diamond So run your fingers down my back You'd make such a cool distraction 'Cause in my reach it Hangs on Yeah, the walls down There's no gold There's a line drawn and crossed By the banks. By the way Water falls down There's no gold in this barren town. |
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I picked up that something of it
I could still try to make Then watch me blink and overlook What I undertake 'Til I don't try I don't try and I don't want to try to anymore I would choose to accuse you Strike the fire Issue a decree Ask you why Watch you take the fifth as I Give you the third degree But I don't try I don't try I don't want to try you anymore I don't try to anymore I won't try you anymore With a witness dismisses it's adjourned And by heart the only rope that it's learned is Mercifully do not prolong If the way I'm rubbing you is wrong That is why I kept away so I'd look strange at your door In my way, in a nutshell I don't try I won't try I don't want to try you anymore I can't try to anymore I can't try you anymore I don't try (nine!) |
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So, she says it's time she goes
But wanted to be sure I know She hopes we can be friends I think, yeah, I guess we can say I But didn't think to ask her why She blocked her eyes and drew the curtains With knots I've got yet to untie What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with See, it was just too soon to tell And looking for some parallel Can be an endless game We, we said goodbye before hello My secrets she will never know And if I dig a hole to China I'll catch the first junk to Soho What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with Sometime from now you'll bow to pressure Some things in life you cannot measure by degrees I'm between the poles and the equator Don't send no private investigator to find me please 'Less he speaks Chinese And can dance like Astaire overseas, okay What if I were What if I was Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with What if I were Romeo in black jeans What if I was Heathcliff, it's no myth Maybe she's just looking for Someone to dance with |
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I want you to keep a piece of me
In there, right below your majesty I may tend to it with flattery Or maybe I'll jump start, counting on a battery What's right, unglue, what's left, breakthrough Brake up, brakedown, let up, leave town Oh, fuck, got stuck, you lose, tough luck The odds were in your favor The taste was in your savor How bitter is that swill? And it's dragging me to you Don't let me go Black hole, falling in Don't let me go If I'm wrong again Don't let me go Even if it pulls you in Don't let me go Baby, don't let me go If you don't, you can say you didn't quit And I'm likely to be needing it So sorry, but when I let go I thought you'd know How to follow Did you swallow? It's gone Head rush Can't see This crush Will prove I was unworthy And what I did was usury I'm sorry for that too But it's dragging me to you Don't let me go Black hole, falling in Don't let me go If I'm wrong again Don't let me go Even if it pulls you in Don't let me go Baby, don't let me go My baby, don't let me go |
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Filibust and hesitate
You say I procrastinate And that my heart beat's second rate To one you'll recognize I know that you are drawn to it So all I am is counterfeit It pulls you so you must submit Like ant to honeydew What I once took as remedies Are only chalk hypotheses 'Tis the season for a breeze To blow them all away To add insult to injury The sum you get means I agree So you can call that empathy And find someone else to blame You say it's truth and nothing but Baby, I sympathize All that that implies are lies Surprise, surprise All that that implies are lies Surprise, surprise They're lies, surprise, surprise Take this heart and claim a stake Shove it through so I can't wake The cock will crow, the day will break But I won't be around And it may be the kindest cut Word comes in edgewise All that that implies are lies Surprise, surprise All that that implies are lies Surprise, surprise They're lies, surprise, surprise |
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Monday
seventeen degrees the shadows disappear all around you dear until it's loud and clear isn't it the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me God I'm the bad guy waiting in the wings and the key light hat all my words fall flat but I'm used to that getting to the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me God baby if you want to talk I'll be there to listen neither rain, not hail nor sleet or snow but Cahuenga is stop and go this much I do know all I want's the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth so help me thw whole truth nothing but the truth so help me God |
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Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
wonderin' if the third world war started yet I told her I was pulling up and heading west she said she would have come but she was overdressed so I sent a picture postcard of a midwest bank she wrote me that she showed it to her new friend Frank who noticed in a window on the 19th floor a guy my age about to prove that man can't soar and he would also like to know if I could just check around before I left this town for slow-mo footage of the tumble down so This may not be my best day but this ain't no golden age You looked pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world. A van pulls up and someone offers me a ride the driver lost the map and he was terrified everybody whispering to save his pride say "son would you be kind enough to be our guide?" The driver yells "the one in back already tried, but his memory is rusty and his vision tied." glasses and a lubricant were by his side but the tin man was inanimate, the lion lied They did not want to see me go but I did not want to be another muskateer plus the gas runs out before the van's in gear Please don't hit me if I do say but this ain't no golden age You looked so pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world... Buster and his company look good in black they're looking for a way out of the cul-de-sac tearing through the phone book and the almanac they all have dusty noses 'cause they sniff shellac they finally found the number of a matador who rode up in a Beemer with a pricey whore but Buster wasn't quick enough he'd lock the door and rode off sayin' he'd be back before the war by then the night was falling slow and I did not want to stick around and just look old when I saw you pulling onto my soft shoulder This may not be my best day but this ain't no golden age You looked pretty on the freeway let's drive into the brave new world. |
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The fire that this town can see
Is me alight in effigy I suppose baby don't want me around She threw my stuff into a pit And laughed aloud as I dove after it I suppose baby don't want me around Is this the place you want to be? Out of the woods Out of control And is it really only me Who never gets here with you She changed the number, changed the lock A rubber door in case I knock I suppose baby don't want me around Is this the place you want to be? Out of the woods Out of control And is it really only me Who never gets here with you Looking up your balcony By the light of the moon I will be I suppose baby don't want me around The stars above they are not real They are the sparks from smitten steel I propose forging is making that sound Baby don't want me around Baby don't want me I suppose my baby don't want me around |
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Oh man,
look what the cat drug in It's got the dress, tho the color's gone that I gave my one true love on Oh man, look what the wind blew home Never had this much stimulation since her low down elevation, but Oh, don't look in those eyes bluer than blue her rule's on the rise and if I wear apathy's crown don't call me higness it's a long way down Oh, what terrible things she shows I'm overwhelmed by rumors this high and overcome by lows Oh, what use is it to pretend that I have the strength for this anymore This is all in the world that she lives for but... Oh, don't look in those eyes bluer than blue her rule's on the rise and if I wear apathy's crown don't call me highness ('cause) it's a long way down Now I would suppose that I'm not the only one and one never knows... but I got a feeling she's been sleeping with the whole wide world Oh, don't look in those eyes bluer than blue her rule's on the rise and if I wear apathy's crown don't call me highness it's a long way down |
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Macy day parade
Saw it on a station It is in the air The floats are floatin' in it Everything's all right Yes everything is changed Everything you thought of But don't it look the same When you bend down to it Bend like giants filled with rum You wanna see me Fee Fo Fum You are traipsing through tonight a garden of delight Bring the family up Bring your friends and neighbors When they call, Last call, You look so contagious And I would catch it all Neon signs of love Exotic girls retire Power's out tonight It has blown a wire So never mind You never might Till you cultivate an appetite For the only open hand to bite garden of delight Let your hair hang low Let the air surround you If I lick your wound tonight Would you leave me or requite Honey you are sure polite A garden of delight |
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Leave it for a while; come back
Leave it for a while; come back Leave it for a while; come back What would make a smile on you? Are you closing in? Come back Are you still believing what you read? Are you still believing every word? (That is what I heard) But before the day is done You will notice one Is caught inside a web somebody spun In your imagination Treaded water 'til I made you cry But I loved you more Than I will now recall at all I was born to call that bluff And isn't history Just a bargain and a plea That we'd all know what to break And what to rise above Do you think that love Is a figment of your imagination? Leave it for a while; come back Leave it for a while; come back Leave it for a while; come back What would make a smile on you? Are you closing in? Are you now receiving what you need? Go find your magician now I'm an apparition Under some suspicion So I flew And the sky's so blue For a coup d'etat in your imagination... |
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it's a kind of parade
it's a bucket brigade who got it off the wire that you'd set it and left just to cover the theft that would topple and empire but you wanted the world and it was only the heart... only the heart of a girl for everyone in the know he's going to put on a show death defying feats of daring and for the riff and the raff he's gonna mimeograph a statement he's preparing that he wanted the world and it was only a heart... only the heart of a girl here we are handing over all we know either that or start to blow 'til we've run out of breath it's a kind of parade it's a bucket brigade who read it off the wire that you lost your whole world and it was all over the heart of a girl only the heart of a girl here we are handing over all we know either that or start to blow 'til we've run out of breath |
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Whatever news you had
Whatever shoes you had Whatever made you mad enough On the promenade you can Give it a rest Give it a seat Or in the glass you can cut your feet Pop a knee Flesh torn And everything else seems A little worse for worn A simple thing, I admit Out I never did figure it I can tell that I'm about to I can tell when I'm without you I've seen you juggle I've seen your best I've seen you running out of luck you pressed I've seen the scores on how far up you fessed Until a thinner air is what you're breathing now So catch your breath Don't just stand there holding it I've seen you die a little death I'm pretty sure you were here But lately things tend to disappear Like the days I never got around to I can tell when I'm without you Psychic on the corner 'Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea' The proprietor gives matches to the girls in line For Club Diplomacy Be he's not on to me Crossed Olympic to collect my fee But there's no one in this neighborhood who I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you I can tell when I'm without you |
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I count the cases piled up high. For the 1: 15.
For platform and for passerby. It's the same routine. I'm ranting while I’m raving, There's nothing here worth saving. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. Well there's a few things I gotta say. And make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I've had Abandoned me. All I want to do is hide. It's graduation day. And everything I learned inside Didn't seem to pay. I've had my fill of palm trees. And lighting up Grauman's Chinese. Tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting. Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. I'm the walking wounded. And I'd say it to your face. But I can't find my place. So tell me now, what more do you need? Take me to Walter Reed tonight. Baby I've lost the will for fighting Over everything. And there's a few things I gotta say. Make no mistake, I'm mad... 'Cause every good thing I had Abandoned me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. A sad and lonesome me. |
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