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| 1. |
| 3:38 | 
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I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back Eat meat on Friday that's alright Even like steak on a Saturday night I can bitch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch Oh the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch `Cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move The things that I do I entertain by picking brains Sell my soul by dropping names I don't like those, my God, what's that Oh it's full of nasty habits when the bitch gets back |
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| 2. |
| 5:58 |
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Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with you head in the clouds And you're gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Picture yourself on a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes |
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| 3. |
| 6:16 |
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows, the tune she hums But oh how it feels so real Lying here with no one near Only you and you can hear me When I say softly, slowly Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen you had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand |
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| 4. |
| 5:29 |
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Like a corn in a field I cut you down
I threw the last punch too hard After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time To throw in my hand for a new set of cards And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend I figured we'd painted too much of this town And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon And I knew then I had lost what should have been found I knew then I had lost what should have been found And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford I'm low as a paid assassin is You know I'm cold as a hired sword I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up You know I can't think straight no more You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of Robert Ford Like a child when his toy's been stepped on That's how it all seemed to me I burst the bubble that both of us lived in And I'm damned if I'll ever get rid of this guilt that I feel And if looks could kill then I'd be a dead man Your friends and mine don't call no more Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law |
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| 5. |
| 6:45 |
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When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima Donna lord you really should have been there Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore We've all gone crazy lately My friends out there rolling round the basement floor And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized Sweet freedom whispered in my ear You're a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away, bye bye I never realised the passing hours of evening showers A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams I'm strangled by your haunted social scene Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen It's four o'clock in the morning Damn it listen to me good I'm sleeping with myself tonight Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river Clinging to your stocks and bonds Paying your H.P. demands forever They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight So save your strength and run the field you play alone |
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| 6. |
| 5:23 |
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Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin Released as a UK single in February, 1975 I used to be a rolling stone You know if the cause was right I'd leave to find the answer on the road I used to be a heart beating for someone But the times have changed The less I say the more my work gets done `Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom From the day that I was born I've waved the flag Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind Shine a light shine a light Shine a light won't you shine a light Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do If you choose to you can live your life alone Some people choose the city Some others choose the good old family home I like living easy without family ties Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me Right between the eyes |
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| 7. |
| 3:43 |
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I see your teeth flash, Jamaican honey so sweet
Down where Lexington cross 47th Street She's a big girl, she's standing six foot three Turning tricks for the dudes in the big city Island girl What you wanting with the white man's world Island girl Black boy want you in his island world He want to take you from the racket boss He want to save you but the cause is lost Island girl, island girl, island girl Tell me what you wanting with the white man's world She's black as coal but she burn like a fire And she wrap herself around you like a well worn tire You feel her nail scratch your back just like a rake He one more gone, he one more John who make the mistake |
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| 8. |
| 4:19 |
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Yeah I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five
The headlines screamed that I was still alive I couldn't understand it I thought I died last night Oh I dreamed I'd been in a border town In a little cantina that the boys had found I was desperate to dance Just to dig the local sounds When along came a señorita She looked so good that I had to meet her I was ready to approach her with my English charm When her brass knuckled boyfriend grabbed me by the arm And he said grow some funk of your own amigo Grow some funk of your own We no like to with the gringo fight But there might be a death in Mexico tonight If you can't grow some funk of your own amigo Grow some funk of your own Take my advice, take the next flight And grow your funk, grow your funk at home Well I looked for support from the rest of my friends For their vanishing trick they get ten out of ten I knelt to pray Just to see if he would comprehend |
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| 9. |
| 5:22 |
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Levon wears his war wound like a crown
He calls his child Jesus `Cause he likes the name And he sends him to the finest school in town Levon, Levon likes his money He makes a lot they say Spend his days counting In a garage by the motorway He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times said God is dead And the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In tradition with the family plan And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon Levon sells cartoon balloons in town His family business thrives Jesus blows up balloons all day Sits on the porch swing watching them fly And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus Leaving Levon far behind Take a balloon and go sailing While Levon, Levon slowly dies |
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| 10. |
| 5:11 |
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Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball
From Soho down to Brighton I must have played them all But I ain't seen nothing like him in any amusement hall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He stands like a statue, becomes part of the machine Feeling all the bumpers, always playing clean Plays by intuition, the digit counters fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball He's a pinball wizard, there has to be a twist A pinball wizard's got such a supple wrist How do you think he does it I don't know What makes him so good Ain't got no distractions, can't hear no buzzes or bells Don't see lights a-flashing, plays by sense of smell Always gets a replay, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball I thought I was the Bally table king But I just handed my pinball crown to him Even on my favourite table, he can beat my best His disciples lean him in and he just does the rest He's got crazy flipper fingers, never seen him fall That deaf, dumb and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball |
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