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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
I dont want to know your name
And I, dont want your private number, baby All I know is that to me You look like you're lots of fun Open up your loving arms I want some,want some I set my sights on you (and no one else will do) And I I I I, I've got to have my way now, baby All I know is that to me You look like you're having fun Open up your loving arms Watch,out here I come *You spin me right round, baby Right round like a record, baby Right round round round You spin me right round, baby right round like a record, baby Right round round round I dont want to be your servant, baby And I would like to move in a little bit closer ** All I know is that to me You look like you're lots of fun Open up your loving arms Watch out, here I come *You spin me right round, baby Right round like a record, baby Right round round round You spin me right round, baby right round like a record, baby Right round round round |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
Your coat and hat are gone
I've really can't look at your little empty shelf A ragged teddy bear It feels like we never had a chance Don't look me in the eye We lay in each others arms But the room is just an empty space I guess we've lived it out Something in the air We smiled to fast then can't think of a thing to say Lived with the best times Left with the worst I've danced with you too long Nothing left to say Let's take what we can I know you hold your head up high We've raced for the last time A place of no return And there's is something in the air Something in my eye I've dance with you too long (yeah) Something in the air Something in my eye Abracadoo, I loose you We can't avoid the clash The big mistake Now we're gonna pay and pay The sentence of our lives Can't believe I'm asking you to go We used what we could To get the things we want But we lost each other on the way I guess you know I never wanted anyone more than you Lived all our best times Left with the worst I've danced with you to long Say what you will There's something in the air Raced for the last time Well I know you'll hold your head up high But it's nothing we have to say There's nothing in our eyes But there's something in the air Something in my eye I've danced with you too long There's something I have to say There's something in the air Something in my eye Do do do do Do do do do I've danced with you too long Do do do do Do do do do Danced with you too long Do do Danced with you too long Something in the air Something in the air Do do do do Do do do do |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
i've been watching me fall for it seems like years
watching me grow small, i watch me disappear slipping out my ordinary world, out my ordinary eyes yeah slipping out the ordinary me into someone else's life into someone else's life... there's a thin white cold new moon and the snow is coming down and the neon bright tokyo lights flicker through the crowd i've been drifting around for hours and i'm lost and i'm tired when a whisper in my ear insatiable breathes "why don't you follow me inside?..." yeah the room is small, the room is bright her hair is black, the bed is white and the night is always young is always young... always young the night is always young... yeah i've been seeing them strip to the bone in the mirror on the wall seeing her swallow him whole like it's not me at all she holds out her hands and i follow her down to my knees and the sucking inside insatiable smiles "you will forget yourself in me..." yeah the room is small, the room is bright her eyes are black, the bed is white and the night is always young and the night goes on and on and the night is always young and the night is never over and over and over and over and over... and this it's gone and this it's gone yeah then it's gone yeah it's a cruel mean cold new day and outside the snow is still coming down and in the blood red tokyo bed i watch me coming round she pulled him down for hours deeper than i've ever been and as i fall in the mirror on the wall i'm watching me scream i'm watching me scream i'm watching me scream i'm watching me scream yeah i've been watching me go for it must be years watching me get slow, i watch me disappear and one day, yeah i know, i won't come back at all... and always over and over in his ordinary eyes i'm watching me fall i'm watching me fall i'm watching me fall i'm watching me fall |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me I get this feeling I'm in motion A sudden sense of liberty I don't care 'cause I'm not there And I don't care if I'm here tomorrow Again and again I've taken too much Of the things that cost you too much I used to think that the day would never come I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun My morning sun is the drug that brings me near To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear I used to think that the day would never come That my life would depend on the morning sun... When I was a very small boy, Very small boys talked to me Now that we've grown up together They're afraid of what they see That's the price that we all pay And the value of destiny comes to nothing I can't tell you where we're going I guess there was just no way of knowing I used to think that the day would never come I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun My morning sun is the drug that brings me near To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear I used to think that the day would never come That my life would depend on the morning sun... I feel so extraordinary Something's got a hold on me I get this feeling I'm in motion A sudden sense of liberty The chances are we've gone too far You took my time and you took my money Now I fear you've left me standing In a world that's so demanding I used to think that the day would never come I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun My morning sun is the drug that brings me near To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear I used to think that the day would never come That my life would depend on the morning sun... |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
Some girls got worries
so disconnect me mind and soul tormented there so disconnected but my kind of trouble is you but my kind of trouble is you Some boys got trouble it's money they need others got nothing to live for but I'm so free How well they know heartache They're so disillusioned but my kind of trouble is you but my kind of trouble is you My black angel death's come it's singing for me |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
[Eric B]: Yo Rakim what's up?
[Rakim]: Yo I'm doing the knowledge E. I'm trying to get paid in full [E]: Well check this out since Nobry Walters is our agency right? [R]: True [E]: Kara Lewis is our agent [R]: Word up [E]: Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company [R]: Indeed [E]: Okay so who we rollin with? [R]: We rollin with Rush [E]: Of Rushtown Management. Check this out since we talking over this def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of them def rhymes, know what I'm sayin? And together, we can get paid in full... [Rakim] Thinkin of a master plan Cuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint So I start my mission- leave my residence Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money But now I learned to earn cos I'm righteous I feel great! so maybe I might just Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street whistlin this Feelin out of place cos, man, do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Eric B, and a nice big plate of Fish, which is my favorite dish But without no money it's still a wish Cos I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made To now test to see if I got pull Hit the studio, cos I'm paid in full |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
I wanna know
What you're thinking. There are some things you can't hide. I wanna know What you're feeling. Tell me what's on you mind. Here i am in silence, Looking round without a clue. I find myself along again. All alone with you. I can see behind your eyes, The things that i don't know. If you hide away from me, How can our love grow? I wanna know What you're thinking. There are some things you can't hide. I wanna know What you're feeling. Tell me what's on your mind. I know I could break you down, But what good would it do? I could surely never know That what you say is true. Here i am in silence, It's a game i have to play. You and i in silence. With nothing else to say. I wanna know What you're thinking. There are some things you can't hide. I wanna know What you're feeling. Tell me what's on your mind. I wanna know What you're thinking. There are some things you can't hide. I wanna know What you're feeling. Tell me what's on your mind. I wanna know What you'er thinking. There are some things you can't hide. I wanna know What you're feeling. Tell me what's on your mind. |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
pump up the volume
pump up the volume pump up the volume pump up the volume brothers and sisters pump up the volume we're gonna need you brothers and sisters pump up the volume pump that baby brothers and sisters pump up the volume we're gonna need you brothers and sisters pump up the volume pump pump it ay rock the house rock the house ah yea ah yea do it do it do it yea yea yea yea boogie down bo bo boogie down boogie down here we go, c'mon do it do it do it pump up the volume pump up the volume pump up the volume dance dance rythmic, systemic and world control magnetic, genetic, dement your soul rythmic, systemic and world control magnetic, genetic, dement your soul rythmic, systemic and world control magnetic, genetic, dement your soul rythmic, systemic and world control magnetic, genetic, dement your soul put the needle on the record put the needle on the record put the needle on the record put the needle on the record put the needle on the record when the song beats go like this pump up the volume pump up the volume pump up the volume dance dance mars needs women mars needs women |
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from American Psycho (아메리칸 사이코) by John Cale [ost] (2000)
Yo Rakim what's up? Yo I'm doing the knowledge E. I'm trying to get paid in fullWell check this out since Nobry Walters is our agency right?TrueKara Lewis is our agent Word up Zakia/4th & Broadway is our record company Indeed Okay so who we rollin with? We rollin with Rush Of Rushtown Management. Check this out since we talking overthis def beat that I put together, I wanna hear some of themdef rhymes, know what I'm sayin? And together, we can getpaid in full...Thinkin of a master planCuz ain't nuthin but sweat inside my handSo I dig into my pocket, all my money is spentSo I dig deeper but still comin up with lintSo I start my mission- leave my residenceThinkin how could I get some dead presidentsI need money, I used to be a stick-up kidSo I think of all the devious things I didI used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funnyStop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the moneyBut now I learned to earn cos I'm righteousI feel great! so maybe I might justSearch for a 9 to 5, if I striveThen maybe I'll stay aliveSo I walk up the street whistlin thisFeelin out of place cos, man, do I missA pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape ofMe and Eric B, and a nice big plate ofFish, which is my favorite dishBut without no money it's still a wishCos I don't like to dream about gettin paidSo I dig into the books of the rhymes that I madeTo now test to see if I got pullHit the studio, cos I'm paid in full
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from The Royal Tenenbaums [Expanded] (로얄 테넌바움) by Mark Mothersbaugh [best, ost] (2001)
Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now Stephanie says when answering the phone What country shall I say is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind It's all in her mind Stephanie says that she wants to know Why it is though she's the door She can't be the room Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone What sea shell she is calling from across the world But she's not afraid to die, the people all cal her Alaska Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind It's all in her mind She asks you is it good or bad It's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Hello, hello, hello (ha, ha, ha)
You never listen to a word that I said You only seen me For the clothes that I wear Or did the interest go so much deeper It must have been The colour of my hair The Public Image What you wanted was never made clear Behind the image was ignorance and fear You hide behind this public machine Still follow same old scheme Public Image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began I will not be treated as property Public Image Two sides to every story Somebody had to stop me I'm not the same as when I began It's not a game of monopoly Public image Public image You got what you wanted The public image belongs to me It's my entrance My own creation My grand finale My goodbye Public image Goodbye |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home. All your reindeer armies, are all going home. The lover who just walked out your door Has taken all his blankets from the floor. The carpet, too, is moving under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore. Strike another match, go start anew And it's all over now, Baby Blue. |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
I remember when i was a girl
Our house caught on fire And i'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me in his arms And raced to the burning building out on the pavement And I stood there shivering And watched the whole world go up in flames And when it was all over I said to myself " Is that all there is to a fire ? " Is that all there is? Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is And when I was twelve years old My daddy took me to the circus The greatest show on earth And there were clowns And elephants Dancing bears, And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads And as I sat there watching I had the feeling that something was missing I don't know what But when it was all over I said to myself " Is that all there is to the circus ? " Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is And then I fell in love With the most wonderful boy in the world We'd take long walks down by the river Or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes We were so very much in love And then one day He went away And i thought i'd die But I didn't And when I didn't I said to myself " Is that all there is to love ? " Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep I know what you must be saying to yourselves If that's the way she feels about it Then why doesn't she just end it all Oh no. not me. i'm not ready for the final disappointment 'Cause I know just as well as i'm standing here talking to you That when that final moment comes And i'm breathing my last breath I know what I'll be saying to myself " Is that all there is ? " Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
> Baby don't you do it, don't do it babe
Don't break my heart, don't do it babe Don't break my heart, please don't do it babe Don't you break my heart 'Cause I sacrifice to make you happy Get nothin' for myself Now you wanna leave me For the love of someone else My pride is all gone, whether right or wrong I believe, baby, you'd better keep on keepin' on Girl, I try to do my best Girl, I try to do my best, don't do it babe Don't break my heart, oh don't do it baby Don't break my heart My biggest mistake was lovin' you too much And lettin' you know 'Cause now you've got me where you want me And you're gonna let me go My heart was made glad when you strolled, you see Heartaches and misery you've been causin' me Girl, I try to do my best Girl, I try to do my best Don't you do it, don't break my heart Go down to the river and there I'll be I'm gonna jump in, baby, if you don't see by me Open up your eyes; can't you see I love you? Open up your heart; can't you see I need you? I'm no good without you, can't go on without you Life's no good without you, what'm I gonna do without you? Baby don't do it, don't you break my heart Don't you do it, baby, don't you break my heart What'm I gonna do without you? Got to go on, baby Baby don't you do it |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Won't someone give me a gun?
Oh, well, it's for my brother Well, he writes the line, wrote right down my spine It says, "Oh, do you believe in love there?" So slow down, slow down, you're taking me over And so we drown, sir, we drown, stop taking me over Won't someone give me some fun? As the skin flies all around us We kiss in his room to a popular tune Oh, real drowners So slow down, slow down, you're taking me over And so we drown, sir, we drown, stop taking me over Slow down, slow down, you're taking me over And so we drown, sir, we drown, stop taking me over You're taking me over You're taking me over You're taking me over You're taking me over Stop taking me over You're taking me over You're taking me over You're taking me over |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
Got what I paid for now See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow A couple of bucks from you? To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English and everything's broken And my Stacys are soaking wet To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open And I'm down on my knees tonight Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger Your silhouette window light To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs And the girls down by the strip-tease shows Go, waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me No, I don't want your sympathy The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories They want a piece of the action anyhow Go, waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor And the old men in wheelchairs know That Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda You'll go a-waltzing Mathilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight, Mathilda too |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Poor soul
Spit upon that Poor soul He never knew what hit him And it hit him so Poor dunce He pushed back the pigmen The Barbs laughed The fool is dead Poor dunce He's less than within us The brains talk But the will to live is dead And prayer can't Travel so far these days The talk of your life Standing so near To innocent eyes Poor dunce Swings thru the tunnels And claws his way Is small life so manic Are these really the days Poor dunce Poor dunce Poor soul Poor soul Poor soul |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
When it's Summer in Siam And the moon is full of rainbows When it's Summer in Siam And we go through many changes When it's Summer in Siam Then all I really know Is that I truly am In the Summer in Siam |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
I'm inviting you to my vaudeville
"Oui encore" you say, "And on with the show" Ladies, gentlemen, before I sing to you The light that shines twice as bright Burns half as long Come let me entertain you all Leave your troubles big and small Life's a ball, life's a ball Hitch a ride on my crooked merry-go-round Hear the clinking-clanking sound Of the song that I bring Take my song, take my hand, never let me down, Like love let me down, like love pushed me around So long, goodbye, I lost, did try This is the last song I'll ever sing The last song I'll sing I played in the cabaret of love I wore heart, fist and glove. Push and shove, push and shove... And all for love Take my song, take my hand, never let me down, Like love let me down, like love pushed me around So long, goodbye, I lost, did try This is the last song I'll ever sing The last song I'll sing This is the last song I'll ever sing The last song I'll sing Here, with words that can't be said We take songs to our bed Sing-a-long, sing-a-long... to my last song |
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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Baby I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? I remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you And it's not a cry you can hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
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from I Shot Andy Warhol (나는 앤디 워홀을 쐈다) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
when i look out my window many sights to see and when i look in my window so many different people to be then it's strange, so strange you got to pick up every stitch you got to pick up every stitch you got to pick up every stitch oooh...must be the season of the witch must be the season of the witch, yeah must be the season of the witch when i look over my shoulder what do you think i see some old guy looking over his shoulder at me and he's strange so strange you got to pick up every stitch you got to pick up every stitch beatniks are out to make it rich oh no, must be the season of the witch must be the season of the witch, yeah must be the season of the witch you got to pick up every stitch the rabbit's running in the ditch beatniks are out to make it rich oh no, must be the season of the witch must be the season of the witch, yeah must be the season of the witch when i look out my window what do you think i see and when i look in my window so many different people to be it's strange sure is strange you got to pick up every stitch you got to pick up every stitch the rabbits run in the ditch oh no, must be the season of the witch must be the season of the witch, yeah must be the season of the witch |
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from I Shot Andy Warhol (나는 앤디 워홀을 쐈다) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it's magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul but it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll If you believe in magic don't bother to choose If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues Just go and listen it'll start with a smile It won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find how you got there, so just blow your mind If you believe in magic, come along with me. We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me And maybe, if the music is right I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see how the magic's in the music and the music's in me yeah. Do you believe in magic Yeah, believe in the magic of a young girl's soul. Believe in the magic of rock and roll. Believe in the magic that can set you free. Ohh, talking 'bout magic. Do you believe (like I) believe Do you believe in magic Do you believe (like I) believe Do you believe, believer Do you believe (like I) believe Do you believe in magic |
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from I Shot Andy Warhol (나는 앤디 워홀을 쐈다) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes love is all around me and so the feeling grows it's written on the wind thats everywhere I go so if you really love me come on and let it show you know I love you I always will my mind's maid up by the way that I feel there's no beginning there be no end cause on my love you can depend I see your face before me as I lay on my bed I kind a get to thinking of all the things we said you gave your promise to me and I gave mine to you I need someone beside me in everything I do you know I love you I always will my mind's maid up by the way that I feel there's no beginning there be no end cause on my love you can depend it's written on the wind thats everywhere I go so if you really love me come on and let it show come on and let it show come on and let it show come on and let it show come on and let it show come on and let it show come on and let it show come on and let it show |
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from I Shot Andy Warhol (나는 앤디 워홀을 쐈다) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
Sunshine came softly through my window today I could have tripped out easy but I've changed my ways. It'll take time I know it, but in a while... You're gonna be mine and I know it, we'll do it in style. Cause I've made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now... Any trick in the book, oh baby, that I can find. Everybody's hustling just to have a little scene. When I say we'll be cool, well, I think that, you know what I mean. We stood on a beach at sunset, do you remember when... I know a beach where baby, it never ends. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand and slowly, blow your little mind. Cause I've made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now... Any trick in the book, oh baby, that I can find Superman or Green Lantern ain't got, nothin' on me. I can make like a turtle and dive for pearls in the sea You can just sit there thinkin', on your velvet throne About all the rainbows you can have for your own. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll tell you right now... I'll pick up your hand and slowly, blow your little mind. When you've made your mind up forever to be mine. I'll pick up your hand and slowly, blow your little mind. I'll tell you right now. |
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from I Shot Andy Warhol (나는 앤디 워홀을 쐈다) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
And right now, right now, right now it's time to KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHER FUCKERS! Yea! I, I, I, I, I'm gonna I'M GONNA KICK 'EM OUT! Yea! Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now, baby. 'Cause we all got in tune and when the dressing room got hazy now, baby. I know how you want it, child: hot, sweet, and tight. The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right; when you're up on the stand. And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT! Yes, I'm startin' to sweat, you know my shirt's all wet. What a feelin'. And the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds off the ceiling. You gotta have it baby, you can't do without, when you get the feelin', you got the sound above. Put that mike in my hand And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT! (guitars) alright, alright, alright,...(9 times) come on, come on, come on, So you gotta get it up, you know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie. Well, it gets in your brain, it drives you insane with a frenzy. The wailing guitars, girl, the crash of the drums, makes me wanna keep a-rockin' till the morning comes. Let me be who I am. And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I DONE KICKED 'EM OUT |
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from I Shot Andy Warhol (나는 앤디 워홀을 쐈다) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
When she sleeps she shuts out the eyesights of you
When you call her name she trembles at what you might do Daytime- save her and she might give in Nighttime- demons who know you can't win Sleeping demons They lurk but they don't make a sound But you won't get up even when they're not around Daytime- brings out the promise within Nighttime- demons who know you can't win Daytime- brings out the promise within Nighttime- demons who know you can't win Daytime- brings out the promise within Demons who know you can't win |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Candy says I've come to hate my body
and all that it requires in this world Candy says I'd like to know completely what others so discretely talk about Candy says I hate the quiet places that cause the smallest taste of what will be Candy says I hate the big decisions that cause endless revisions in my mind I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder I'm gonna watch them pass me by Maybe when I'm older What do you think I'd see If I could walk away from me |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
What goes on in your mind?
I think that I am falling down. What goes on in your mind? I think that I am upside down. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright. I'm going up, and I'm going down. I'm going from side to side. See the bells, up in the sky, Somebody's cut their string in two. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright. One minute born, one minute doomed, One minute up, one minute down. What goes on in your mind? I think that I am falling down. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright. Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright. |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Some kinds of love
Marguerita told Tom Between thought and expression lies a lifetime Situations arise because of the weather and no kinds of love are better than others Some kinds of love Margueirta told Tom like a dirty French novel the absured courts the vulgar and some kinds of love the possibilites are endless and for me to miss one would seem to be groundless I head what you said Margueritat told Tom And of course you're a bore But at that you're not charmless for a bore is a straight line that finds a wealth in division and some kinds of love are mistaken for vision Put jelly on your shoulder Let us do what you fear most That from which you recoil but which still makes your eyes moist Put jelly on your shoulder lie down upon the carpet between thought and expression let us now kiss the culprit I don't know just what it's all about Put on your red pajamas and find out. |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Somtimes I feel so happy
Somtimes I feel so sad Somtimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Tought of you as my moutaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but could,t keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can't stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eye |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Jesus, help me find my proper place
Jesus, help me find my proper place Help me in my weakness 'Cos I'm falling out of grace Jesus Jesus |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light. Some people work very hard, but still they never get it right. Well, I'm beginning to see the light. I wanna tell all you people, now. Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Wine in the mornin', and some breakfast at night. Well, I'm beginning to see the light. Here we go again, playing the fool again. Here we go again, acting hard again. All right! Well, I'm beginning to see the light! I wanna tell you, ooh-oh-oh! Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light! It comes very softly now. I wore my teeth in my hands so I could miss the hell of a night. Hey! Well, I'm beginning to see the light! Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light, now! It comes softer! Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. I met myself in a dream, and I just want to tell you, Everything was alright. Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Here comes two of you. Which one will you choose? One is black and one is blue, Don't know just, what to do. Alright! Well, I'm beginning to see the light, oh, now, here she comes! Hey, yeah, baby, I'm beginning to see the light! Oh-ahhhh! Some people work very hard, But still they never get it right. Well, I'm begiing to see the light. Ah, it's getting a little softer, maybe, in there. Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Ah, it's coming around again, Hey, now, now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. One more time. There are problems in these times, But, woo!, none of them are mine! Oh, baby, I'm beginning to see the light. Here we go again, I thought that you were my friend. Here we go again, I thought that you were my friend. How does it feel, to be loved? How does it feel, to be loved? |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
I've been set free and I've been bound
To the memories of yesterday's clouds I've been set free and I've been bound And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion I've been blinded but Now I can see What in the world has happened to me The prince of stories who walk right by me And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion I've been set free and I've been bound Let me tell you people what I found I saw my head laughing rolling on the ground And now I'm set free I'm set free I'm set free to find a new illusion |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
That's the story of my life
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin Right Voice (Reed, Yule) denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall Right Voice (Reed, Yule) mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique? Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) for screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committe, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated. Right Voice (Reed, Yule) relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me Right Voice (Reed, Yule) dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse Right Voice (Reed, Yule) tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right Right Voice (Reed, Yule) English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right Voice (Reed, Yule) with cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories both lovely and guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water Right Voice (Reed, Yule) jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with the inverse and obverse and making them happy and making them happy with the coy and the stupid, just another dumb lackey, who puts out one thing, while singing the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) no one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in court Right Voice (Reed, Yule) safety is nice not an unwise word spoken scary, bad dreams made safe in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this room Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven skull silly wagon and justice and perverse and reverse the inverse and inverse and inverse, blueberry catalog, questionable earnings, hustler's lament and the rest will in due cry, to battle and scramble and browbeat and hurt while chewing on minstrels and choking on dirt, disease please seems the order of the day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, point of order return the king here to the ceiling Right Voice (Reed, Yule) oh, not to be whistled or studied or hummed or remembered at nights, when the I is alone, but to skewer and ravage and savage and split with the grace of a diamond, bellicose wit, to stun and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read what it was I brought thee Right Voice (Reed, Yule) hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice the party? aren't the lights pretty at night? Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) sick leaf and sorrow and pincers net-scissors, regard and refrain from the daughters of marriage, regards for the elders and youngest in carriage, regard and regard for the inverse and perverse and obverse, and diverse, of reverse and reverse, regard from the sick, the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inverse, reverse and perverse Right Voice (Reed, Yule) contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned as they chew on their brains, the slick and the scum, reverse, inverse and perverse Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) plowing while it's done away dumb and ready pig meat sick upon the carpet climb into the casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender as the green grass drink the whisky horror see the young girls dancing flies upon the beaches beaches are for sailors nuns across the sea-wall black hood horseman raging swordsman eating fire Right Voice (Reed, Yule) sick upon the staircase sick upon the staircase blood upon the pillow climb into the parapet see the church bells gleaming knife that scrapes a sick plates of dentures full of air holes the tailor couldn't mend straight shoot her full of air holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth upon her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her holler snip the seas fantastic treat her like a sailor full and free and nervous out to make his fortune either this or that way sickly or in good health piss upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down upon the carpet Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker) fire on the carpet set the house ablazing seize and bring it flaming gently to the ground ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear drunken dungeon sailors headless Roman horsemen the king and queen are empty their heads are in the outhouse fish upon the water bowl upon the saviour tooothless wigged Laureate plain and full of fancy name upon a letterhead impressing all wheatgerm love you for a nickel ball you for a quarter set the casket flaming do not go gentle blazing Right Voice (Reed, Yule) tickle polyester sick within the parapet screwing for a dollar sucking on a fire-hose chewing on a rubber line tied to chairs and rare bits pay another player oh you're such a good lad here's another dollar tie him to the bedpost sick with witches' covens craving for a raw meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below the parapet waiting for your bidding pig upon the carpet tumescent railroad neuro-anaesthesia analog ready for a good look drooling at the birches swinging from the birches succulent Nebraska |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground (1996)
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never All the people are dancing and they're havin such fun I wish it could happen to me but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. If you close the door, the night could last forever, Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes and say hello -- you're my very special one-- but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. Dark cloudy bars Shiny Cadillac cars and the people on subways and trains Looking gray in the rain As they stand disarrayed And if you close the door, the night could last forever. Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never all the people are dancing and they're having such fun I wish it could happen to me 'Cause if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again. I'd never have to see the day again. (once more) I'd never have to see the day again. |
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from 접속 by 조영욱 [ost] (1997)
Sometimes I feel so happy
Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Thought of you as my mountaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I’ve had but couldn’t keep I’ve had but couldn’t keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I’d put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can’t stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I’d do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you’re my best friend But it’s truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the sunday people Where so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better the next day La la la ... It was a pleasure then When we could sit and stare again Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees Onto the grass Stars to smile with us Until they too had tears in their eyes Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree It was a pleasure then To see the dieing days again In the horror of the night Never, never, never, never, never, lise Keep it secret For to hide somewhere at last As long as we could see The sky confessed this crime Of futile tasting hate romance Above our shattered minds It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure La la la ... |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn the imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now plead for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girlchild in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Run Run Run
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave I sold my soul, must be saved Gonna take a walk down to Union Square You never know who you're gonna find there You gotta run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Marguerita Passion had to get her fix She wasn't well, she was getting sick Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high Didn't know, thinks she could buy it And she would run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes When she turned blue, all the angels screamed They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene She had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do .. Beardless Harry, what a waste Couldn't even get a small-town taste Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven Figured he was good to get himself to heaven 'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Heroin
I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me now, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off and dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
There she goes again
She's out on the streets again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends she's gonna meet You better hit her There she goes again She's knocked out on her feet again She's down on her knees, my friend But you know she'll never ask you please again Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do You see her walkin' on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet You better hit her Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away See her walking on down the street Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet She's gonna bawl and shout She's gonna work it She's gonna work it out, bye bye Bye bye baby All right |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose Not a ghost bloodied country All covered with sleep Where the black angel did weep Not an old city street in the east Gone to choose And wandering's brother Walked on through the night With his hair in his face On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T. The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn Until we said so long To his skull-shrill yell Shining brightly red-rimmed and Red-lined with the time Infused with the choice of the mind On ice skates scraping chunks From the bells Cut mouth bleeding razor's Forgetting the pain Antiseptic remains cool goodbye So you fly To the cozy brown snow of the east Gone to choose, choose again Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget Where you come from The stools of your eyes Serve to realize fame, choose again And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse For the loss of a horse Went the bowels and a tail of a rat Come again, choose to go And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame Have your head bobbed and weaved Choose a side to be on If the stone glances off Split didactics in two Leave the colors of the mouse trails Don't scream, try between If you choose, if you choose, try to lose For the loss of remain come and start Start the game I che che che che I Che che ka tak koh Choose to choose Choose to choose, choose to go |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
European Son
You killed your European son You spit on those under twenty-one But now your blue car's gone You better say so long Hey hey, bye bye bye You made your wallpapers green You want to make love to the scene Your European son is gone You'd better say so long Your clown's bid you goodbye |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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from Velvet Underground - The Velvet Underground & Nico (1969)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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from Lou Reed - Rock And Roll Diary (1980)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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from Lou Reed - Rock And Roll Diary (1980)
Somtimes I feel so happy
Somtimes I feel so sad Somtimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Tought of you as my moutaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but could,t keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can't stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eye |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
It's midnight
and our silver tongued obsessions come at us out of the dark Scrambling to be recognised before tearing themselves apart It's zen and the art of Bollywood Heroes turning on a spit The lovers unable to resolve a pre-historic bitch We don't know the half of it Clever is as clever does His drawn lights sparkling on a merry-go-round Hypnotising everyone on it In zen and the art of forgery we're losing control of light DeLorian, Picasso, Mondre and El Greco some one's gonna pay the price If I didn't know you better than that I'd never let you outta my sight Where is the art of sorcery We wanna be fooled again Staggered by deception charmed into submission Helpless as a deck of cards. It's now the art of reality Calling a spade a spade Facing the obvious A monkey and his grinder But on a different plain. I see you clearly from day to day As clearly as I see tonite. Keep talking said the slow-eyed Mandarin "I've got nothing to say" Meet me on the staircase on your way down We'll see if there's been a mistake In zen and the art of algebra There is no value for time Whatever thrives inside the dark Decays on the outside. |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
I was careful and cautiously optimistic
Saving enough for the Cobra on sale downtown Test driving my motor and she was reading my mind Four on the floor hugs the road designated driver tonight Driving my motor ? she was reading my mind Driving my motor ? couldn't even see the signs The blondes downtown passing the Fontani di Trevi I wish I had a dollar for everyone The suns bears down on the chrome and leather interior Four on the floor hugs the road good driving tonight |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
Elsewhere in the Temple the llamas are gearing up
To assault Tiger Mountain when the sun comes up We sat around whispering in the candlelight Trying to get a game plan for the night Talked about the difference between North and South Keep your gun in your pocket and your tongue in your mouth And you'll be doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead A month is a Saturday ? Wednesday's a week I saw the way you looked at her Charlie Brown ? good grief She pulled you into the shadows and taught you how to love Patted you on the head and gave you a shove And you were doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead The sexual exuberance of a concubine Checks my carburettor one more time With the passion of a thoroughbred and the sensitivity of a moose I rarely make a move unless I've got some proof That we'll be doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead You live in Paris I live in France Things are expensive when you live first class You learn Latin I'll learn Greek And when you've got a minute we'll meet in Crete And we'll be doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things Doing it Doing the things The thing you do in Denver when you're dead The thing you do in Denver when you're dead Doing it in Denver when you're dead Doing it in Denver when you're dead Doing it in Denver when you're dead |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
The bears are in the forest
The Pope's in Rome I'm on a beach in Zanzibar Or at least I'll be here soon What a shame we carry with us The residue of fools Instead of better wisdom And Advance Tools We prefer to be standing Looking out from higher ground Breathing air to lift the spirits Or racing balloons in the Alps While on the beach in Zanzibar We're struggling in the surf Seeing the Look Horizon Moving further away from us And I close my eyes I think it's me Out on the Look Horizon where I found you. Across the Nile The Land of Pharaoh is digging up its past The broken amulets of history Strewn in our path I feel like someone's watching Through a window frame A child prodding a wounded insect Next to a cow in the pouring rain |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
I forgotten how often we saw Magritte
He's been much on my mind these days Often we saw Magritte Inside a canvas of blue saturated with beauty In a web of glass Pinned to the edges of vision There's a car-horn in the street outside And a museum with its windows open Often we saw Magritte Running with the legends of conspicuous men And how often we forgot Magritte How we remembered him then And worshipped at his feet Pinned to the edges of vision Somebody's coming that hates us Better watch the art Upstairs there's a canvas stretched For umbrellas and bowler hats Everybody knows Rene did that Often we saw Magritte Pinned to the edges of vision Often we saw Magritte We all know Rene did that Often we saw Magritte |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
Keep me away from a naked flame
I am made of vapour and I will explode There's been something rattling in the closet trying to get out The car antenna's gone missing ? it's out there somewhere cruising the streets Archimedes and me go back a ways Archimedes and me both married in our own way To old ideas in new clothes The good will goddess passed us by we were satisfied with that and when your drive down Pacific Palisades you can see he made the desert bloom Archimedes and me… (the noise of the first Archimedes Screw) There's been something rattling in the closet trying to get out ? the car antenna's missing ? (the rest of it will be gone soon) |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
I'm slipping away from planet earth
Hand in my pocket full of dirt Shaking all over Shaking all over with the funny stuff Climbing the fens in the Norfolk Broad Waiting for Godot and Niagara Falls Mustn't be late for the caravan Mustn't be early for the garbage man I give you a host of reasons to go You come back marked address unknown Sandwiched between a question of honour In the quiet mark of a medicine man You're sitting alone at the traffic light The pain is real you're ghostly white |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
Hanging with dictators in the south of France
Checking shipments to le Monde Arabe Obsession with detail precision with terms Remember you're speaking from the TZ Your reputation precedes you now you're getting bored No longer into the story of the antique road The milk of human kindness has curdled in your cup You see me staring at it and tell me to shut up Chaucer was to Canterbury what you were to the zone Instead of trying to solve it you left it alone A hangout you could call home Now you're out things aren't going to be the same Now you're out of the Twilight Zone You're feeling unreliable you don't like the same things Manifestly different from where you chose to begin The turnaround is brilliant the execution sublime You found a way to move on leaving nothing behind Now you're out things aren't going to be the same Now you're out of the Twilight Zone |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
It's a squalid little town with a tenuous beauty
The cool wet mornings are so appealing People waking up suddenly in the night Very disappointed At the water's edge fishermen smashing their boats ? taking nothing for granted In a few hours the heat will hang over town as the northeast monsoon comes roaring in Can you feel it? Afghanistan Afghanistan whatever happened to you I don't really care but I thought I'd ask in case it mattered to you ? let me hear it They're cutting their heads of in the soccer field Stretching their necks in the goal Taking them out in the elephant grass feeding them to the hyena's Don't you hear it Everybody's lips are thin ? eventually eyes are empty This a letter from abroad life is cheaper back home Let me hear it You learn form novels living out there rainfall is followed by thunder You hear a man's voice soothing and calm ? "I understand no problem" |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
Elsewhere in the Temple the llamas are gearing up
To assault Tiger Mountain when the sun comes up We sat around whispering in the candlelight Trying to get a game plan for the night Talked about the difference between North and South Keep your gun in your pocket and your tongue in your mouth and you'll be doing it ? the thing you do in Denver when you're dead. A month is a Saturday ? Wednesday's a week I saw the way you looked at her Charlie Brown ? good grief She pulled you into the shadows and taught you how to love Patted you on the head and gave you a shove and you were doing it ? the thing… The sexual exuberance of a concubine Checks my carburettor one more time With the passion of a thoroughbred and the Sensitivity of a moose I rarely make a move Unless I've got some proof that we'll be doing it ? the thing you do in Denver when you're dead. You live in Paris I live in France things are expensive When you live first class ? you learn Latin I'll learn Greek And when you've got a minute we'll meet in Crete And we'll be doing it ? the thing… |
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from John Cale - Hobosapiens (2003)
She sees flames in the kitchen it's a vision of hell
a sign that madam is not feeling well Like the pigeons in the yard she's getting fat on starch She's cooking for sailors and combing her hair in the dark She loves everybody she'll even love me When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas She's in over her head It's either the pairing of the woman on the floor above Or long static shots of half naked men in the desert She loves everybody she'll even love me When I'm born in the traffic on the rolling seas She's in over her head |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
Letting the cat outta the bag
you're gonna find a good home Letting the cat outta the bag You can't always have it your way Letting the cat outta the bag I know it wasn't what you wanted to hear You got yours I got mine, you gotta be careful Look what what happens when you smile It's an object lesson Nothing ever works the same way twice You've seen it all before Everytime I see you coming around I can't stop you anymore Letting the cat outta the bag you can't always have it your way Gonna be here, everytime the dogs bark Gonna be here, when you call my name Gonna be here when the night time comes OOOH HOO HOO cat's outta the bag The birdies sing |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
I love to drive you 'round Paris and Rome
Take you shopping, then drive you home Show you The Lowlands and The Highlands No way we can get from here Someone wants to take you for a ride Someone wants to take you for a ride I'm gonna meet you on the midnight train Gonna hold you in the driving rain Look out for me in the fast lane Gonna be moving with my lover again Someone wants to take you for a ride Yeah, someone wants to take you for a ride (Want you to show me how to ride ride ride want you to show me how to ride ride ride) Take it for a ride ride take it for a ride ride T-T-T-take it for a ride ride Someone, someone, someone wants to take you Take you for a ride Someone gonna take you Gonna take you for a ride… for a ride… for a ride… for a ride… |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
I write reams of this shit every day,
I'm not the only one either! Where the hype comin' from Brotherman Brotherman Where the hype comin' from Brotherman Brotherman Sitting in the courtyard with Uncle Sam Uncle Sam Uncle Sam Uncle Sam Where the heat comin' from Brotherman Brotherman Uncle Sam Here in the courtyard with Uncle Sam Uncle Sam Uncle Sam You're just feeling some of the magic But you're feelin' it This is just some of the magic I write reams of this shit every day But you're feelin' it Where's the heat coming from Brotherman Brotherman Uncle Sam Uncle Sam Very uncomfortable… but you're feelin' it Very uncomfortable… but you're feelin' it Where the hype coming from Brotherman Brotherman Out there in the courtyard with Uncle Sam Where the heat coming from Brotherman Brotherman An' is it gonna get me It's just part of the magic Very uncomfortable…but you're feeling it Very uncomfortable…but you're feeling it I write reams of this shit every day Is it gonna get me Is it gonna get me When is it gonna get me |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
There's been a nightly visit for such a long time
Because of you It's got all the hallmarks of a classic affair That we all know It may suprise us still ? for both of us until You'll be wondering at it I'll be standing by You'll be smiling at it I'll be wondering why It will remind us of what's inside us How closely things we feel will touch and make us whole It may suprise us in the end You'll be wondering at it I'll be standing by You'll be smiling at it I'll be wondering why Will it stand the test of time It will stand the test of time |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
You thought you
had it covered but you didn't The best you had to offer went up in smoke I heard from other people where you went Down the Mississippi in a flood Somewhere south of Santa Fe it started sinking in The sweetness you were missing you were wishing Would come back again was Lost in the shuffle along the way Down the Mississippi in a flood Swallowed in a storm you had us worried all along Tying up the lines to the State Police Covered all over in grease What was under the hood was alright You would have made it down the Mississippi in a flood |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
Hush, hush hush
Put your lips on mine Put your lips on mine Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush Put your lips on mine And don't tell a soul Put your lips on mine Give it up Let it go Hush, hush hush goodnight Hush, hush hush goodnight I can feel your body (give it up) I can feel your mine (let it go) Take me up to heaven (give it up) Never go home again Hush hush goodnight (repeat) |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
You're going away again
It's almost as if you never came I'm tired and helpless and midnight's here leave me something something that will make me smile Someone is calling from the den "when does survivor come on" I hear the car door slamming footsteps on the gravel drive take me with you take me away leave me a piece of your smile journeys of a lifetime leaving from here travelling the edges like footsteps on a gravel drive |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
I can't help it
You're perfect for me I couldn't care less You're perfect for me I've been waiting You're perfect for me right now In the moment You're perfect for me I've been waiting You're perfect for me I'm not perfect But you're perfect for me right now I've been waiting for the moment I'm not perfect But you're perfect for me I couldn't care less You're perfect for me From a distance You're perfect for me right now And I'm sitting next to you In a corner of a room Getting writers block From calling you is all I want to do I can't help it But you're perfect for me I'm not perfect But you're perfect for me From a distance You're perfect for me right now Its a different kind of love (repeat) I'm not perfect But you're perfect for me From a distance You're perfect for me In pyjamas You're perfect for me right now Its a different kind of love Perfect for me (repeat) |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
You're ignorant, you're cool
You never learnt to say you're sorry A woman in my past is living on pins and needles Oh, oh Oh, oh Its all my fault Oh, oh Oh, oh What's a fool to do A woman in my past A woman in my present A woman in my past A woman in my present I know your style Smile when you're angry that's no way To get my attention Oh, oh Oh, oh Laughing at me Oh, oh Oh, oh All those memories A woman in my past A woman in the present A woman in my past A woman in the present (repeat to fade) |
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from John Cale - Black Acetate (2005)
We're living in
a wasteland The soil is cold and damp Volcanoes in the distance Riverbeds run dry You comfort me hold me in the dark A black sea a wind blows The dinosaurs are gone Gave up the ghost of yesteryear Nothing could be done you comfort me hold me in the dark |
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