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I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file I don't do business that don't make me smile I love my aeroplane 'cause she's got style I'm a treetop flyer I will fly any cargo you can pay to run these bush league pilots just can't get the job done Got to fly down into the canyons, never see the sun There's no such thing as an easy run For a treetop flyer I'm flyin' low, I'm in high demand Fly fifteen feet off the Rio Grande I'll blow the mesquite right up off the sand Seldom seen, especially when I land I'm a treetop flyer Born Survivor People been asking me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?" Was over in Vietnam, chasin' NVA The government taught me, and they taught me right, Stay under the treeline, and you might be alright I'm a treetop flyer So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast I promised my woman this is gonna be my last I get the ship down, I tie her fast then some old boy walks up, says "Hey son, you wanna make some fast cash?" I'm a treetop flyer Well there's things I am, and there's things I'm not I am a smuggler and I could get shot Aint going to die, I ain't goin' to get caught, 'Cause I'm a flyin' fool and my aeroplane is just too hot I'm a treetop flyer Born survivor Usually work alone |
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Stills
4 and 20 years ago I come into this life The song of a woman and a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more. A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and I want to know Why am I so alone ? Where is my woman ? Can I bring her home ? Have I driven her away ? Is she gone? Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace ? And I get myself just wishing that my life would simply cease. |
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There's a place
I can get to Where I'm safe From the city blues And its green And its quiet Only trouble was I had to buy it [Chorus: ] And I'll do anything I got to do Cut my hair and shine my shoes And keep on singin' the blues If I can stay here in Johnny's garden As the swift bird Flies over the grasses Dipping now and then To take his breakfast Thus I come and go And I travel But I can watch that bird And unravel [Chorus: ] With his love And his carin' He puts his life Into beauty sharin' And his children Are his flowers There to give us peace In quiet hours [Chorus: ] |
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Dylan
If you're traveling in the north country fair Where the wind blows heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there ‘Cause she once was a true love of mine. If you're traveling when the snowflakes storm When the rivers freeze and summer ends Please, see that she has a coat so warm To shield her from the howlin' winds. Please, see that her hair’s hanging long If it rolls and flows all down her breast Please, see from me that her hair hangis long ‘Cause that's the way I remember her best. I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all Many times I've often prayed Through the darkness of my night And the brightness of my day. So if you're travelin' in the north country fair Where the winds blows heavy on the borderline Remember me to one who lives there ‘Cause she once was a true love of mine. |
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It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore I am sorry Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud I am lonely I am yours, you are mine You are what you are And you make it hard. Remember what we've said and done and felt About each other Oh babe, have mercy Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now I am not dreaming. I am yours, you are mine You are what you are You make it hard. Tearing yourself away from me now You are free and I am crying This does not mean I don't love you I do, that's forever, Yes and for always I am yours, you are mine You are what you are You make it hard. Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening? Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart And I love you. I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are You make it hard And you make it hard (x 3). Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon What have you got to lose? Tuesday morning, please be gone I'm tired of you. What have you got to lose? Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm suffering) Listen to me baby. It's my heart that's a suffering (Help me I'm dying) It's a dying, that's what I have to lose I've got an answer I'm going to fly away What have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow Sing the song don't be long Thrill me to the marrow. Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight Asking me, said she so free How can you catch the sparrow? Lacy, lilting, leery, losing love, lamenting Change my life, make it right Be my lady. Que linda me la traiga Cuba, La reina de la Mar Caribe. Cielo sol no tiene sangre alli, y que triste que no puedo vaya, Oh va, oh va, va. Translation: (How prettiness brings me to Cuba, The reign of the Caribbean Sea, Sunny sky has no blood over there, And how sad that I cannot go, Oh go, oh go, go.) |
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Don't look now
Don't heed the warning It's really of no concern Don't mind the sound They're only just bombing Anything left to burn Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Fire flood familiar famine The jungle so far away Blood baked into blackened soil How many tons a day Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Why Does it have to take so long Is it easy not to care Seems to me that Enemies are fantasies Somebody else's living nightmare Who gonna live Who gonna die Do you want to know Does it give you A sense of power To say yes or no Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned Isn't it about time Isn't it about time we learned |
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Wounded World
So you're goin' out on your own And you're finally leaving home You'll be alright, just watch out for your spirit You're gonna find that you're alone Makin' choices of your own Like a ship at sea, your life goes where you steer it It's a wounded world Full of love and lies It's a wounded world But you cannot be denied If you mean it when you try In this wounded world Sometimes, hurtin' bad, you're ready t'give up Can't help, (can't believe, you know, you) used you like a drug We had similar adventures, never closed the door Part of me is part of you I can't tell you any more 'Bout this wounded world I don't mean to sound so cynical But it truly is a miracle That your heart turned out so good midst all this game child Put your faith in them that earn it With your love you will discern it But don't judge nobody never! out of anger Well it's a wounded world Full of love and lies It's a wounded world But you cannot be denied When you mean it, if you try In this wounded world It's a wounded world, wounded world |
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Stills
Listen to my bluebird laugh, she can't tell you why Deep within her heart, you see, she knows only crying, just crying, yeah. There she sits, a lofty perch, strangest colour blue Flying is forgotten now, thinks only of you, just you, oh yeah. So, get all those blues, must be a thousand hues Be just differently used, you just know You sit there mesmerized by the depth of those eyes That you can't categorize, she’s got soul, she’s got soul, she’s got soul, she’s got soul. Soon she's going to fly away, sadness is her own Reverse of a death of tears and go home, and go home. |
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