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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
'Til I find out, where will I go, where will I go
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where The space is between my eyes Open up the heavenly skies Death awaits with pearly gates Those who've been mesmerized Many years has come and gone Went to see a standing stone Some in circles, some alone Ancient, worn and weather torn They chill me to the very bone Many of these can be seen In quiet places, fields of green Of hedgerow lanes with countless names But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones [Chorus:] Space age before my eyes Opening up the skies Devil waits at the pearly gates For those wh have been mesmerized Many a years has come and gone But progress marches slowly on In nature's paint, she hides the stain Cause everybody is going insane The only, the only thing that will sustain are the roll right stones Roll right stones (7X) [Chorus] 'Til I find out, where will I go, where will I go I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where The space is between my eyes Open up the heavenly skies Death awaits with pearly gates Those who've been mesmerized Many years has come and gone Went to see an ancient mound People buried underground Long ago, will never know What it was like to hear their sounds Black crow, I know you've been here You've see the sights of yesteryear You steal the grain of the conquered plain But the only thing that remains are the roll right stones [Chorus x2] |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sitting all alone by the fireside
Listen to the wind in the chimney top Haven't slept for days, and I'm still wide eyed Try not to think, but my mind won't stop Evening shadows making my heart sing out With the setting sun, turning leaves to brown If I had a lover, who's heart was true I wouldn't be alone in this evening blue Everybody's looking for something in life Not everyone's finds what they're looking for Everybody wants a little happiness in life But everyone can open the door Morning wakens, making my heart sing out Now that summer's here, changing fears and doubts |
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from Traffic - Shoot Out At The Fantasy Factory (2003)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through
I believed you when you said we should both try something new I was drowning inside here with a love that was so true But you laughed right in my face and there was nothing I could do Once I took a walk across the hill to see what I could see I saw a light falling from the sky and land beneath a tree The light it gave was oh, so bright that it took away my care I ran back to the house to tell you but you were not there When you've loved someone dearly it's so hard not to regret Memories that have faded, suddenly you can't forget I know I was not dreaming when you walked right out the door Just a feeling that told me my love was gone for evermore When you think you've found the key, the door just slips away And so you walk the floor all night until the break of day Somewhere in your mind you know that things will be alright Because everything in life is equal just like the day and night You said you couldn't leave me after all that we'd been through I believed you when you said that we should both try something new Something new |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream Gerrard
Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked On long blue ribbons That he may see while he sleeps Monsieur Old Neddy, he wears spectacles in bed That he may see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be They think it should be done with reality I scream from a skull. Fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Graveyard people with graveyard minds
Peeking out through half-drawn blinds Desperate people with desperate minds Only live amongst straight lines Scorning the gypsies camped out in the fields What do they know of the warrior's shield? Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Follow shop stewards like so many sheep Sowing the seed that our children will reap Go-slow workers with Union minds Striking out for better times Sunshine people with sunshine minds Living in these troubled times Get it together, no one knows how we feel Sowing the seed that our children will reap |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
Tell me how you want me to be, then look again and you will see
That I'm still the same love Think me into any shape, your twisted mind has no escape But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love But don't be ashamed, love, it's just a game, love You can learn how to play Born like you were in a terrible mess, didn't know what it was to have a new dress You just wanted to scream out my name Till somebody said, 'Let me take you to bed' And with money and lies they filled up your head You were barely thirteen, a child from the villages So fresh on the scene |
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from Traffic - When The Eagle Flies (1999)
You walk and talk and move around in circles
Your friends telling you you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered membranes of your mind If I could talk to you for just one minute Then you would know what it is I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why Your old man's headed for the final pay-off The joker that you got is fading too And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off Are gonna tear the flesh right off you The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys Trying, trying to compete And all at once the room begins to thunder And all that's left is the stain on the sheet The prostitute is standing on the corner Suffering so much pain to stay alive She's so real, that life itself bows down before her She couldn't make that nine to five While the president is crying, crying in the White House The prime minister's really got the blues All the heads of state are busy playing cat |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me Ruling my mind I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound The scenery is all the same to me Nothing has changed or faded I'm a part of it, some part of me Painted cool green, and shaded So, try to find myself must be the only way To feel free |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand about Lewis's Alice? We fit all our lives into regular patterns All that we really know is that we're really living "The man who makes the world - his wisdom seeks to know his mind. And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not talk, And have a friend to find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet. The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind. Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find. Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet." You've nothing to hide, so why try to hide it? I know there are some, but they're screwed up inside If you need a reason for all this I'm singing It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Seems that I had just to stay
The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray The bees have ruffled by the flowers Plastic plants that never die and I Hope they never find me here I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said "Don't ask about the field where you once played Atomic Factories have replaced" and I Hope they never find me here The horse I ride has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry The car I drive has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying Meals I eat have changed into a concentrated vacuum The air has come to be as one Time to leave has just begun The world is waiting its a fact To stage the last and final act and Hope I never find me there There There.... |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again its nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn! When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun Dont be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
As the evening sun goes down
The dealer shuffles into town Makes a note of what's a float And spinning 'round he'll cut your throat In the time it takes to heal The dealer's made another deal When he plays he plays for keeps And sweeps the spinning roulette wheel Dealer, dealer Like the mighty ocean's roar He gets all his share and more Mexican right to the core and very proud He'll get even with the score Leave your wife a weeping widow on the shore Between the desert and the dove Money is his only love Feeling nothing deep inside His mind is governed by his pride In a smoky little room Shadows moving in the gloom Someone turns a running flush And breaks the deathly quiet hush Dealer, dealer |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah! I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I looked to the sky Where an elephant's eye Was looking at me From a bubblegum tree And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field That just wasnt real Where 100 tin soldiers Would shoot at my shoulder And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water) (I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness r eigned all year round Where music played ever so loudly) I started to fall And suddenly woke And the dew on the grass It stuck to my coat And all that I knew The hole in my shoe Was letting in water (letting in water |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number And so I search within his lonely place Knowing that I won't find her Well, I can't stop this feeling deep in inside me Ruling my mind I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound The scenery is all the same to me Nothing has changed or faded I'm a part of it, some part of me Painted cool green, and shaded So, try to find myself must be the only way To feel free |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You ride on the swing in and out of the bars Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please. The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls. The roads are made of treacle things, it's time that I moved on. [Chorus:] My home is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses set out in a park. On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies. Which one should I enter through? I really must decide The door of lies had lots of flowers growing round outside But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside The door of truth was very plain, but stood up very strong, And when I entered through its door I knew I wasn't wrong. |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
So many people with nothing to do
Hundreds of buildings that block out my view Watched by a tramp with a hole in his shoe Standing alone on the corner He's thinking that work is all a big joke While he looks in the gutter for something to smoke Two hundred kids in one red minimoke Scream down the street fully loaded Day in the city Oh what a pity I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I could be in Berkshire where the poppies are so pretty I wish that I was there I want to make it out of there People like sardines Packed in a can Waiting for Christmas that's made in Japan And I'm having trouble with my apple flan Sat in the cafe on the corner I walk through the green gates and into the park Where murderers crawl after girls in the dark Down by the shed I head a remark I turned on but no one could hear me |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - Mr. Fantasy (1967)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through
All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion There is only one who means more than all to me And through the lady, in a dream I've learned to live with everyone Mother, father, all my friends, have seen me have my day But now I find that there's no need in trying to run, though it's been fun Don't be sad, I just want to see you get through All I have, is yours if you think it helps you Good or bad, there's no one can really judge you You just have, to come to your own conclusion |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
We are not like all the rest
You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. If for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. We are not like all the rest You can see us any day of the week. Come around, sit down, take a sniff, fall asleep Baby you don't have to speak. I'd like to show you where it is But then it wouldn't even mean a thing. Nothing is easy, baby just please me Who knows what tomorrow may bring. Well if for just one moment You could step outside your mind. And float across the ceiling I don't think the folks would mind. Who knows (who knows, who knows) what tomorrow may bring (repeat to fade) |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Somebody's cryin' to be heard
And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Reflected in the water is a face that you don't know And isn't it surprising when you find out it's your own And so you try to find out whether it is friend or foe And what it is it wants from you, and what it wants to know Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Well, you're wrapped up in your little world and no one can get in You sit and think of everything, then you wonder where you've been Put the blame on someone that you've hardly ever known And then you realize too late the blame was all your own Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word Sail across the ocean with your back against the wind Listening to nothing save the calling of a bird And when the rain begins to fall, don't you start to curse It may be just the tears of someone that you never heard Somebody's cryin' to be heard And there's also someone who hears every word |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
As time begins to burn itself upon me
And the days are growing very short People try their hardest to reject me But in a way, their conscience won't be caught Something's happened to me day by day My pebble on the beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live So often I have seen that big wheel of fortune Spinning for the man who holds the ace There's many that would change their places for him But none of them have ever seen his lonely face Something is happening to me day by day My pebble on the beach is getting washed away I've given everything that was mine to give And now I'll turn around and find that there's no time to live |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice
And I was too confused to see the meaning Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice And before the fire died and they were leaving. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens No one here has ever reached your centre Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought Or you may lose the meaning of your venture. I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend To a rich man, poor man, beggar man or thief From my heart I send a messenger to bend And take your mind from agony and grief. |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms of eternity Fighting the fish up from the deep Oh how I wish the lake would not sleep Following dreams into the blue There you will see, hidden from view Trees in the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn |
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from Traffic - Last Exit (2005)
In a Shanghai Noodle Factory
Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing People there were made of steel Tiny cogs in one big wheel Turning never learning Had to make a break And soon I had to wake up feeling stronger, feeling stronger In my island of dreams, with impossible schemes - 간 주 중 - In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing People there were made of cans Packed like roosters in a pen Crowing, never knowing Had to make a break I knew I couldn't fake it any longer Everything just aches Soon I'd have to wake up feeling stronger, feeling stronger In my island of dreams, with impossible schemes - 간 주 중 - In a Shanghai Noodle Factr'y Place where I once used to be No where doing nothing - 간 주 중 - Had to make a break I knew I couldn't fake it any longer Everything just aches Soon I'd have to wake up feeling stronger, feeling stronger In my island of dreams, with impossible schemes |
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from Traffic - Last Exit (2005)
Withering tree, bearing no fruit
Never will see an evergreen suit Reaching right out, out for the sun Broken old branches, fall one by one Into the arms of eternity Fighting the fish up from the deep Oh how I wish the lake would not sleep Following dreams into the blue There you will see, hidden from view Trees in the arms of eternity Into the arms of eternity |
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from Traffic - Last Exit (2005)
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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from Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen/ Remastered (2004)
Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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from Traffic - Welcome To The Canteen/ Remastered (2004)
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
You rise upon a black day, coming from a mile away
And every time I hear you say, that I don't have to be this way You sneak upon a mean moon, that casts it's shadow too soon When the spell is in tune, your shadow slips away Good man gets the good wife, while bad boy's cleaning up his knife And all I got is trouble and strife to help me on my way You're running round to nowhere, someone said it might be there But I'm telling you beware, the hand that fights you'll feed Investigating downtown, Sergeant Gruesome got shot down National Guard came all around, but couldn't find his knees Mickey Mouse was all put out, Donald Duck began to shout Rumors that were put about, said they would get theirs next |
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from Traffic - On The Road (1999)
Sometimes I feel like I'm fading away
You're looking at me, I've got nothing to say Don't make me angry with the games that you play Either light up or leave me alone You walk in my room, you lie in my bed You open your mouth, shoot someone dead All of a sudden you're inside my head Either light up or leave me alone Spending my bread like it grew on a tree You're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the bees The skirt that you're wearing is way past your knees Either light up or leave me alone You're up all night preaching your mind Come home in the morning with your latest find I'm gonna have to lay it to you straight on the line Either light up or leave me alone |
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