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ockin' On Heaven's Door
Mama, take this badge off of me 'Cause I can't use it anymore It's gettin' dark Too dark to see I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Mama, put these guns in the ground 'Cause I can't shoot them anymore That long dark cloud is coming down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door |
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| 2. |
| 5:12 |
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When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold You look at you companions And test the water of their friendship With your toe They significantly edge Closer to the gold Each man has his price Bob And yours was pretty low History is short, the sun is just a minor star The poor man sells his kidneys In some colonial bazaar Ce sera sera Is that your new Ferrari car Nice, but I think I'll wait for the F50 You don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn my eyes Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up And last night on TV A Vietnam vet Takes his beard and his pain And his alienation twenty years Back to Asia again Sees the monsters they made In formaldehyde floating 'round Meets a gook on a bike A good little tyke With the same soldier's eyes Tears burn my eyes What does it mean This tearjerking scene Beamed into my home That it moves me so much Why all the fuss It's only two humans being It's only two humans being Tears burn my eyes What does it mean This tender TV This tearjerking scene Beamed into my home You don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn in our eyes Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up |
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I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd I felt I had used up my quota of yearning Used to look in on the children at night In the glow of their Donald Duck light And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Satellite buzzing through the endless night Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning Who is the strongest Who is the best Who holds the aces The East Or the West This is the crap our children are learning But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Now the satellite's confused 'Cause on Saturday night The airwaves were full of compassion and light And his silicon heart Warmed to the sight of a billion candles burning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Billy I'm not saying that the battle is won But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Sylvester Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning ... |
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waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Trucker: "Hey...Turn the fucking Juke Box down" waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok you take cream and sugar?" In truck stops and hamburger joints in Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens In bent-backs in sleeping forms On pavement steps In libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavairy attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains in commuter accidents In council care and county courts At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts In drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts in the china seas In transit camps, under arc lamps On loading ramps In faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now from where I stand Upon the hill I plundered from the pool I look around, I search the skies I shade my eyes, so nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love |
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Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun Supping ale in the moonlight Waiting for the dawn to come Benny pointed at a HiFi shop He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got How'd you make a have out of a have not Hmmmm. Who needs information When you're working underground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds Benny climbed up on a footbridge And he teetered on the parapet He said can you see the whites of their headlights Are they coming yet Who needs information This high off the ground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds Who needs information When you're living in constant fear Just give me confirmation There's some way out of here Some way out of here Benny hefted a breeze block And tried to let go Got hung up on a tear drop So me and Benny went home Who needs information When you're living in constant fear Just give me confirmation There's some way out of here Some way out of here Who needs information yeah When you're living on borrowed time Just give me confirmation There will be a winner this time Who needs information when you're working underground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds Who needs, who needs, who needs information This high off the ground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds - yeah Jim: Um. Jim lights a cigarette. Jim: So your brother's in jail |
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Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall Nor the barrels of death's rifles Nor the shadows on the wall Nor the night when to the ground The last dim star of pain, is held But the blind indifference Of a merciless unfeeling world Lying in the burnt out shell Of some Albanian farm An old Babushka Holds a crying baby in her arms A soldier from the other side A man of heart and pride Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle And kneels by her side He binds her wounds He gives her food And calms the crying child She gives him absolution then Across the great divide He picks his way back through the broken China of her life And there at the kerb The samaritan Serb turns.. Turns and waves.. goodbye And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark |
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When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts
Away from divorce and competitive sports Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea Then I shall be free Yes I shall be free On a see-saw in a strange land The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand And the fiddlers played And the planners plan what would be On a back seat in a court room Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom Until the police came down with a new broom And swept them clean Like Geronimo Like Quinn the Eskimo Like the Blackfoot And like the Arapaho Like Crazy Horse I'll be the last one to lay down my gun On the open road in a bar room A pick up band plays a new tune When the coloured girls sing I feel my heart boom When a new song hits the right note When a clearing sky saves an old boat When an insight strikes the mote From mine own eye Like Geronimo Like Quinn the Eskimo Like the Blackfoot And like the Arapaho Like Crazy Horse I'll be the last one to lay down my gun Just out of sight Beyond the next range I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame On an African Plain by a thorn tree My old friend Philippe is waiting for me Que cera, cera What ever will be will be When a friend dies and the tears rise From that deep well that never runs dry And the women break their bracelets And the men take their whisky outside In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal The place where the dark side meets the angel in me The angel in me When my synapses pause in my quest for applause When my ego lets go of my end of the bone To focus instead on the love that is pr |
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| 6:52 |
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Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith The prophet reclined On the Golan Heights Ohhh, the lonely boys He said, this land is my land To the Shiites Ooooh, the lonely boys And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath He said, I see you, you thief This land is my land And this sand is my sand And this band is my band Oh the lonely boys Lookin' over their shoulder Checkin out every boulder in the park Where the gates are closed from hate After dark And the Pope rolled up in his armored van He fell on his knees and kissed the land He said something that I did not understand It was in polish Then up stepped an aide He said, I will translate Here is what His Holiness said: 'I am the Chief Jesuit.' 'This land is Jesus' land.' 'And that is all' 'All that there is to it.' Hail Mary Mother of God And in New York City The business man in his mohair suit In the world trade center Puffs on his cheroot And he said, Well I don't care who owns the desert sands My brief Is with the hydrocarbons underneath And the sea of battle rages Around the ancient tombs And mother nature licks her wounds And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith Who are nervous in the park When the gates are closed after dark Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith |
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| 4:31 |
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Jim:] "This is K.A.O.S.
You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles. Let's go to the telephones now and take a request." [Billy:] "Hello, I'm Billy." [Jim:] "Yes?" [Billy:] "I hear radio waves in my head." [Jim:] "You hear radio waves in your head? Ah! Is there a request that you have tonight for KAOS?" Radio waves Radio waves Radio waves He hears radio waves Radio waves The atmosphere is thin and cold The yellow sun is getting old The ozone overflows with radio waves AM, FM, weather and news Our leaders had a frank exchange of views Are you confused, radio waves Radio waves Radio waves AM radio waves FM radio waves Radio waves Mind-numbing radio waves Fish-stunning radio waves Radio waves Magic Billy in his wheel chair Is picking up all this stuff in the air Billy is face to face with outer space Messages from distant stars The local police calling all cars Radio waves Hear them radio waves Radio waves Jesus saves radio Radio waves Radio waves AM radio waves FM radio waves All them radio waves Radio waves Radio waves He hears radio waves Radio waves Radio waves Hopeful radio waves Dopeful radio waves Radio waves Russian radio waves Prussian radio waves Eastern radio waves Western radio waves Testing radio waves One two One two Radio waves Getting through to you More code radio waves Tobacco road radio waves South to Paloma radio waves Oklahoma City radio waves Sitting pretty radio waves Nitty-gritty radio waves Radio waves [Jim:] "Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves. You are listening to KAOS In Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line." [Billy:] "I'm from the valleys." |
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