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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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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)
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 - 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 - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
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 - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - 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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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)
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 - Traffic (1968)
If you see something that looks like a star And it's shooting up out of the ground And your head is spinning from a loud guitar And you just can't escape from the sound Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys The percentage you're paying is too high priced While you're living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead By a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was The low spark of high-heeled boys If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish Would you ask for something like another chance? Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me as I would for you? Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound The low spark of high-heeled boys |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
If you see something that looks like a star And it's shooting up out of the ground And your head is spinning from a loud guitar And you just can't escape from the sound Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys The percentage you're paying is too high priced While you're living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he's made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead By a gun that didn't make any noise But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was The low spark of high-heeled boys If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish Would you ask for something like another chance? Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me as I would for you? Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound The low spark of high-heeled boys |
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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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death eatin monkey brain Chunky change call it iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, do |
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from Traffic - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death eatin monkey brain Chunky change call it iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, do |
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from Traffic - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death eatin monkey brain Chunky change call it iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, do |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
Struggling with confusion, disillusionment too
Can turn a man into a shadow, crying out from pain Through his nightmare vision, he sees nothing, only well Blind with the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger He's but a stranger to himself Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
Sometimes your life can be sidetracked
Getting lost in things you don't need But we all lose direction In a world of greed People's lives end in ruin Some people's lives never start Someone knows what you're doing Deep in your heart In the hour of need you stood ready Looked danger right in the face Your heart is moved by the spirit When you're living, living in a state of grace There's a world never ending Sorrow and pain don't exist We can live there together You can't resist 'Cause when you think you can't take it Dreams disappear into space Trust in your heart, you can make it When you're living, living in a state of grace Nothing worse than sorrow Of loved ones you have lost You can't face tomorrow You can't bear the cross Just remember that darkness In this world has no place You've got so much to give now You're living In the hour of need you stood ready Looked danger right in the face Your heart is moved by the spirit When you're living, living in a state of grace In the hour of need you stood ready Looked danger right in the face Your heart is moved [Incomprehensible] spirit When you're living, living in a state of grace Living, state of grace Oh, oh, state of grace Baby, when you are living [Incomprehensible] Hey, hey, living Living, living, oh, oh, yeah, oh [Incomprehensible], hey Living in a state of grace |
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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 - Far From Home (1999)
Heats the message that you send
One look at you, I'm burning up inside You know that I'd give up anything I can't get enough when you get next to me Oh you, hey, some kinda woman You some kinda woman You cut a notch every time a heart is breaking One time and then you, oh, never let 'em off Once you've fixed your sightsv Oh, I want you, I want to tie you to me Oh, don't hesitate, you got the touch to set me free I'm like a kid standing outside your door You make me feel like never before I feel the heat rising up in my soul I'm burning out of control Oh, break down this heat 'cause what you're doing just makes me weak The way you stand there in your clothes, giving me a look like Edward G. And then you start to shake the place And then you lock on tight to the groove Oh, I want to get it on, looking for the chance to make a move Look into my heart for what you want Saying that you will and then you won't Look into my heart for what you want Saying that you do and then you don't |
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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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Traffic (1968)
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 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 |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
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)
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 - 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 - Far From Home (1999)
Don't be afraid love when the storm comes
We're gonna make it through on our own Don't you, don't you ever let go of my love Think about it, if you believe then it will be We'll be riding high and we won't look down See our spirits flying to that higher ground Over and over oh, the storm raged I held you in my arms to keep you warm No, you, no, you never let go of my love Through the darkness you were the light that shone on me Every step I took through everything I've done When the lightning struck you were the only one |
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from Traffic - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray just by the touch of your hand Rainmaker, rainmaker Make me some rain, make all my crops grow tall Rainmaker, rainmaker The sky is gray, the ground is so hard It's been cracked by the sun Rainmaker, you know my work's never done |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh 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 in the paper sun |
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from Stoned (스톤드) by David Arnold [ost] (2005)
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 - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun - 간 주 중 - 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 Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh 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 in the paper sun |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
Locked out of Eden for failing the test
They just can't live like all of the rest Speakin' in tongues without any rhyme Ragged outcasts on the wastelands of time Easy rider coming down the road Easy rider overload Looking for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace But nowhere is their freedom Nowhere is their freedom Red flames of fire reflect in her eye Masked by the smoke that's floatin' on high Seizin' the road, reaches the sky Like a falcon, she just wants to fly Dark clouds gather on the edge of the mist Hear her laughter and she's gone Lookin' for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace Nowhere is their freedom Nowhere is their freedom There's always one more mountain to climb But we are all lost, travelers in time Long way from home You always fear what you don't understand Choosing to live in Disneyland They polish the children, polish the grass Definitely in a different class All is magic on a mushroom ride It's so tragic when you realize Looking for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace Nowhere is their freedom Nowhere is their freedom, no Nowhere is their freedom Nowhere, no Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere No no no Oh nowhere no nowhere |
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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 - 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)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 I feel no sound Don't know where I'm bound I'm looking for a girl who has no face She has no name, or number |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 - 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 - 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 - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
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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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 - 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 - 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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from Traffic - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
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, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
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, Thrown 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 knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who 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 unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord 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 nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown 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 nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
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, Thrown 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 knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who 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 unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord 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 nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown 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 nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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from Traffic - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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, Thrown 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 knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who 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 unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord 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 nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown 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 nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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from Traffic, Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die (1970)
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 - 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)
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)
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 - Far From Home (1999)
What are we doing to this holy ground
This land that God gave to us all? 'Cause everywhere I hear that crashing sound Trees make when they fall Why can't we understand when it turns to sand There's no way you can bring it back again? Why don't we change the plan, try to save this land And make a promise not to hurt again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground What are we doing to this sacred heart This heart that's beating for us all? Ooh 'Cause everywhere I see it torn apart Tears like rain will fall Why don't we take the time, take a look inside Try to understand what's going wrong? Stop trying to change the tide, overcome our pride Take off our shoes, this place we're standing on Is holy ground, is holy ground Is holy ground, is holy ground Get out of doing the things you do in the dark Keep the flame alive in your heart What are we doing to the children's lives The ones we shouldn't hurt at all? 'Cause in the night I hear their lonely cries So frail and small How can we just stand by, watch them fade and die Before they even reach the age of ten? Why don't we heal the pain, take away this shame Make a vow to give them back again? This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This oh, holy ground, holy ground Holy ground, holy Are you there? Holy ground, oh, oh no Holy ground, holy |
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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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys (2002)
Turn around every way, looking back another day The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bringing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me? |
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from Traffic - Traffic (1968)
Turn around every way, looking back another day The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bring ing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me |
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from Traffic - Smiling Phases (1995)
Turn around every way, looking back another day
The race is on, I'm out to win, before I start I must begin Here we go round in circles to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me when I am naked and cold? Yet no one must see, oh they're looking at me When I am straight I feel that my world is real With people running round and round, bringing one another down People running round and round, bring ing one another down Here we go round, I'm looking for someone Mulberry bush is calling to me Red lights and green ones, I can't be nervous Mulberry bush, your bright eyes I see Here we go round in circle to nowhere Mulberry bush just won't let me see If I am lonely when I arrive there Mulberry bush, will you shelter me |
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from Traffic - Far From Home (1999)
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)
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)
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 - Smiling Phases (1995)
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 - Heaven Is In Your Mind - An Introduction To... (1998)
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 - 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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