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I am becalmed, lost to nothing
Warm weather and a holocaust Left to die by two good friends Abandoned me and put to sleep Left to die by two good friends Tears of god flow as I bleed So ladies fish and gentlemen Here's my angled dream See me in my blue sky bag And meet me by the sea Oyster boys are swimming for me now Save me from the death like creature Oyster boys are swimming now Hear them chatter on the tide We understand, we understand But fear is read and so do I So ladies fish and gentlemen Here's my angled dream See me in my blue sky bag And meet me by the sea Oyster boys are swimming for me Just one deal is what we made now Forest keys and whirlwind cold Green keys too and keys of gold And even locks that don't explode When the skies become a scroll So ladies fish and gentlemen Here's my angled dream See me in my blue sky bag And meet me by the sea |
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| 2. |
| 4:56 |
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Harvester of eyes, that's me
And I see all there is to see When I look inside your head Right up front to the back of your skull Well that's my sign that you are dead And my list for you checks off as null I'm the harvester of eyes I'm the eyeman of TV With my ocular TB I need all the peepers I can find Inside the barn where you find the hay Well just last week I took a ride So high on eyes, I almost lost my way I'm the harvester of eyes Harvester of eyes, that's me....harvester of eyes And I see all there is to see...harvester of eyes When I look inside your head....harvester of eyes Right up front to the back of your skull....harvester of eyes |
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| 3. |
| 5:25 | 
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| 4. |
| 4:20 |
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Canadian mounted baby, a police force that works
Red and black, that's their color scheme Get their man, in the end It's all right ( four more times) Oh yeah my honey knows it's all right It's all right ( four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right C'mon little husky Frontenac Chateau baby I'll cross the frontier at ten Got a whip in my hand baby And a girl or a husky at leather's end It's all right ( four more times) Oh yeah my honey knows it's all right It's all right ( four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right Hornswoop me bungo pony, dogsled on ice Make a dash for freedom baby don't skate on polar ice It's too think to be sliced by the light Of long and white polar nights It's all right ( four more times) Oh yeah my honey knows it's all right It's all right ( four more times) Oh yeah my baby knows it's all right |
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| 8:42 |
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They held their heads with laughs of pain
They learned from men who'd just refrain From glancing at a mirror's face Seven screaming diz-busters who lurked by a rose Had iron for a bloodstream and ice behind their eyes On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light They're long so long this time of year When stars be crossed by twirling fear You don't suppose I'd prove surprised Seven screaming diz-busters should go the route and die Without the warmth they learn to crave With hardened smiles and evil signs On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light Bury me near the secret cove so they'll not know the way Bury me there, behind the rose so they'll not rile my grave I'll not reveal whose name still loose (?) Well their laugh of pain...And their harder smiles... And their rigid arms...And their evil signs... Longer days and the longer nights And their longer, and longer still On each and all those holy nights Where dusters dust becomes the sale and lucifer, the light |
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| 6. |
| 6:59 |
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| 7. |
| 4:39 |
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Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back Of a rented ford They couldn't know they weren't going far Each one with the money in his pocket Could go out and buy himself a brand new car But they all had the money they had Money they hoped would take them very far The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck And they hadn't seen a cop around all day They brought everything they needed Bags and scales to weigh the stuff The driver said the border's just over the bluff It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped In the middle of a cold and barren place And the other guy turned and spilled Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain? They're ok the last days of may, i'll be breathing dry air I'm leaving soon, the others are already there You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here They say the west is nice this time of year |
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| 4:04 |
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My heart is black, and my lips are cold
Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt, and then my eyes Oh, let the girl, let that girl, rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll Gardens of nocturne, forbidden delights Reins of steel, and it's alright Cities on flame, with rock and roll Marshal will buoy, but Fender control Let the girl, let that girl rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll My heart is black, and my lips are cold Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt, and then my eyes Let the girl, let that girl rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll |
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| 9. |
| 8:13 |
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Goering's on the phone to Freiburg
Says "Willie's done quite a job" Hitler's on the phone from Berlin Says "I'm gonna make you a star" My Captain Von Ondine, here's your next patrol A flight of English bombers across the canal After twelve, they'll all b |
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| 10. |
| 5:06 |
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So grab your rose and ring side seat,
We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo, Reds and wine, cokes of course Oh my suzy, my suzy, Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark And underneath, the black light, Underneath it all Four and forty redheads meet, Come to doom 'til the dawn With threats of gas and rose motif Their lips apart like a swollen rose Their tongues extend, and then retract A redcap, a redcap, before the kiss, before the kiss. Doors like flint and window panes An endless shadow bar The owner's boys have gone to work To stop big deals behind the bar While outside on the turnpike They got this new hit tune Where thrills become as cheap as gas And gas as cheap as thrills One thrill and mundane here at last Expect the cross one more Lecherous invisible Beware the limping cat Whose black teeth grip between loose jaws Still ripe and fully bloomed A rose that's not from anywhere That you would know or I would care And the owners boys act most cheerfully Back home at Conry's bar When their patrons' thoughts at last Grow too big for their skulls And awful things are happening We've let this drama fold And now the time has come at last To crush the motif of the rose. So grab your rose and ring side seat We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo Reds and wine, cokes of course Oh my suzy, my suzy Why did we ever start It's morning now, you'd never know The gin, the gin, glows in the dark, glows in the dark |
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| 8:48 |
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| 12. |
| 6:21 |
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