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I took a walk around the yard
Dug the flowers til it got too hard I smoked my first pack of cigarettes today And I watched the children play And then I went down, down to Lucy's old Cafe Put a half a case away I took a sleeping pill and tried to watch TV But you know baby the leading lady looked too much like you for the likes of me And I woke up crying in my sleep I was talking to your pillow And I reached out to touch your hand And knocked the phone off the nightstand And the operator said, "May I help you please?" No thanks baby there's nothing you can really do for me I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me I just had a bad dream Went out to loosen up the car Some how I wound up at the rainbow bar I had a scotch and soda on the run But I didn't get too far And then I ran down, down some friends I used to know Dragged them out to see the show I drew myself a bath and I tried to read your book But you know baby this time it just didn't seem quite worth the time it took And I woke up crying in my sleep I was talking to your pillow And I reached out to touch your hand And knocked the phone off the nightstand And the operator said, "May I help you please?" No thanks baby there's nothing you can really do for me I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me I just had a bad dream, that's all that's wrong with me Crying in my sleep Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying) Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her) Crying in my sleep (I woke up crying) Crying in my sleep (Crying trying to find her) Crying in my sleep |
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| 2. |
| 2:36 |
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Marionette, your dress is all wet
Did someone leave you outside in the rain, Or is it the pain that makes all the puppet tears roll down your cheek Or does the roof leak? Marionette, how could you forget? I told you your bright shining varnish would peel And how does it feel with the bright rouge all faded and the smile almost cracked Now that you've come back? Back to the toy shop by Brandenburg Gate I hope not too late 'Cause my hands are much stiffer Than they were when first I painted your eyes. Marionette, no you're not finished yet; I'll mend you and make you like new, Paint your eyes blue, and make you as young as I was myself, And there on the shelf... You'll sit till the Puppet Man Comes round again. |
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| 3. |
| 3:27 |
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You're still the best person I ever knew
There were a thousand little things that I was always just about to say to you But now the time it grows shorter for the speeches; Let me leave you with a line- Might help you pass the time... sometime. You might as well smile Ain't no tears gonna drown the rain Keeps on falling You might as well smile Ain't no pain gonna change what still remains You might as well maintain, babe, Protect your sanity, your sanity, and Shine it on, babe. Shine It On Me. I remember times when you'd touch me And you'd, you'd freeze my spine. We were looking in the mirror at the time I got confused and thought your eyes were mine Might help you pass the time... sometime. You might as well smile Ain't no tears gonna drown the rain Keeps on falling You might as well smile Ain't no pain gonna change what still remains You might as well regain, babe Your lost serenity, serenity, and Shine it on, babe. Shine It On Me. |
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| 4. |
| 2:59 |
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How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines Like a song half heard through a closed door Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore How innocent her visage as my child lover lies Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes Like an antique etching glass design That somehow turned out wrong I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone I keep looking through old varnish At my late lover's body Caught on ancient canvas And decaying...disappearing Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song Even as I sing this song |
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| 5. |
| 3:17 |
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All week long we've been looking at
horizons and it's hard on the brain Sometimes I wonder is it the car or the highway that rolls through the rain. This day has no number This day has no name But it's time for the weekend all the same Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit, Let's fly away, We can find ourselves a little cafe Where the street people come to play And let the wine and the sunshine blow our minds away Saturday Suit me fine...today All week long we've been sitting on our islands looking within Sometimes I know it must seem like we'll never be happy again Put on your makeup And I'll shine my shoes I know that it's Monday, but I'm bored with the blues Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit, Let's fly away, We can find ourselves a little cafe Where the street people come to play And let the wine and the sunshine blow our minds away Saturday Suit me fine today |
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| 6. |
| 3:57 |
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All My Love's Laughter
All my love's faces She comes in the morning Her cloak in her arms She's following after The King of all Places And your tenderest warnin' Could bruise all her charm But don't lose your heart To that beautiful sinner Who walks without shining a light She stands in the shade And the sun is there in her But you'll never know til it's night All my love's softness, All my love's graces She carries all things In her tiny white glove She hides all her lostness In satins and laces And everyone says She's searching for sweet love But don't try to hold on To Satan's proud lady Who stands with her flock all alone on the hill Her stockings are hung And her eyes are so shady She's winning, and you never will. |
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Don't know much about history,
Don't know much biology. Don't know much about a science book, Don't know much about the French I took. But I do know that I love you, And I know that if you love me, too, What a wonderful world this would be. Don't know much about geography, Don't know much trigonometry. Don't know much about algebra, Don't know what s slide rule is for. But I do know one and one is two, And if this one could be with you, What a wonderful world this would be. I don't claim to be an 'A' student, But I'm tryin' to be, For maybe by being an 'A'-student, baby, I can win your love for me. Don't know much about history, Don't know much biology. Don't know much about a science book, Don't know much about the French I took. But I do know that I love you, And I know that if you love me, too, What a wonderful world this would be. History Biology Science book French I took. But I do know that I love you, And I know that if you love me, too, What a wonderful world this would be. |
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| 8. |
| 4:48 |
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Tell us once again this morning, old friend
how did you win the war? Everybody loves a hero, it won't matter if we've heard your tale before Tell us of the time when almost everybody knew you were a star And how intelligent you are Prove that you're alive Mr. Shuck 'n Jive Tell us of the man who stole your for- tune and nearly ruined your life. Or better still-the one about the t.v. and the couch and your best friends' wife Tell us of grand projects never finished with somebody else to blame And all the reasons that your fame never did arrive Mr. Shuck 'n Jive If you can get yourself together kindly write a criticism of this song How it's exquisitely constructed, yet mechanical, and somehow slightly wrong Put it in your book about the enemy you never even met You know, you just might make it yet- But I don't think you'll survive Mr. Shuck 'n Jive You know, you just might make it yet- Mr. Shuck 'n Jive |
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| 9. |
| 2:38 |
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You can't erase the Paper Chase
She'll make you play it In the bright merry morning She'll run and hide And leave you the paper promises Behind her as she runs across the square You can't win the race, She'll set the pace You will hear her laughing Just behind the foolish fences Throw back the gate and find the Piece of paper lying on the curbstone, But the lady won't be there. Later in the day, You'll be searching for a way To let her know you're ready For her little game to end Cause it's getting dark, and then- You'll see her face, a glimpse of lace And you'll go running Through the last sweet dying daydream Calling her name, but she's been home an hour, Laughing at the mirror As she combs her paper hair. |
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My young love said to me:
'My father won't mind And my mother won't cite you for your lack of kind.' Then she drew closer to me and this she did say: 'It will not be long, long, love 'till our wedding day.' She stepped away from me, and She Moved Through the Fair And fondly I watched her move here and move there And then she went homeward with one star awake As the swan in the evening, the evening moves over the lake Last night she came to me she came softly in, So softly she came that her feet made no din And she laid her hand on me, and this she did say' 'It will not be long, long, love 'till our wedding day.' |
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| 11. |
| 2:19 |
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It's someone else,
I've known it all the time Known that you're not mine, And will never be It's Someone Else, I saw you out last night Holding him so tight, And it's Someone Else. No I really can't hate him, For what's happening to me Will happen to him - That's a certainty. And he'll learn There's always someone else Like I learned myself, Always Someone Else Always Someone Else |
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| 12. |
| 3:13 |
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Wooden Planes,
Propeller's spinning in the West Texas wind, We ran behind You know we laughed, we thought our little flight would never end You were my brother and I, I knew you were my friend I wish we were chasing after wooden airplanes....once again The road's been long You know I've done some good, and yes, I guess I've done some bad, I've sung my song You know sometimes I swear I think I've gone completely mad. If the story of my life ever makes you sad Remember when we were a chasing after wooden airplanes Yes, I believe that was the finest time |
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