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Got an angel on the stairs As if you'd even care When the lights are up And the sun had nearly gone... down Did you see him on the street Did you pass him at your feet Did you think at all How dare they even look me in the eye And he loves the girls And he loves the boys Gonna make Twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Got a ticket to a show Did you see him take a blow When the drunk one said Cat Stevens was the greatest singer Did you kick him in the head Did you see the blood run down Did you laugh at all When the people walked right by and said aloud Gutter punks, you're all the same Gonna make Twenty dollars 'fore the weekend's over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Set him up Let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the King of New Orleans Radio in my head Radio in my car Goin' down again He's goin' down... again Any way you look Any way you talk it over It's easier To let it slip out of your mind But it rips your heart out Then it kicks your head in Wouldja you give him one more chance Try and see the beauty in his world All the way in on my hands In on my feet and shoulders Gonna make Twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over So set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Set him up Then let him fall Turn him over in your hands God save the king of New Orleans Yeah |
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| 2. |
| 3:07 |
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Looking around the house Hidden behind the window and the door Searching for signs of life But there?s nobody home Well, maybe I just too sure Or maybe I just too frightened by the sound of it Pieces of note fall down But the letter said: Uh, huh, it was good Living with you Uh, huh, it was good Uh, huh, it was good Living with you Uh, huh, it was good Good Good Good Good Good Good Sitting around the house Watching the sun trace shadows on the floor Searching for signs of life But there?s nobody home Well maybe I?ll call or write you a letter Now, maybe we?ll see on the Fourth of July But I not too sure And I not too proud Well, I not too sure And I not too proud to say: Uh, huh, it was good Living with you Uh, huh, it was good Uh, huh, it was good Living with you Uh, huh, it was good ah, huh so good. Uh, huh, it was good Living with you Uh, huh, it was good Uh, huh, it was good Living with you Uh, huh, it was good Whoa, whoa huh whoa Yeah you were so good Yeah you were so good (Yeah that?s right |
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| 3. |
| 3:47 |
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MAYBE I SHOULD DROP YOU AT YOUR DOOR. OR LEAVE TONIGHT AND VANISH UP THE SHORE. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. IT'S THREE O'CLOCK WE'RE DRIVING IN YOUR CAR, YOU'RE SCREAMING OUT THE WINDOW AT THE STARS, "PLEASE DON'T DRIVE ME HOME!" BLAME US BECAUSE WE ARE WHO WE ARE. HATE US BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER GET THAT FAR. AND WHO'D SUPPOSE YOU WOULD GO? I'VE ALREADY LEARNED ENOUGH TO KNOW. TELL ME ALL THE PLACES WE COULD GO. AND COUNT THE HEADLIGHTS PASSING ON THE ROAD, A LONG, LONG TIME AGO. BRIDGE: HERE WE ARE. FOREIGN TO THEIR WORLD. STRAIGHT AND COMPOSED. YOUR SERMONS I CAN DO WITHOUT AND I FINALLY FOUND. THAT EVERYBODY LOVES TO LOVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE FAR AWAY. COULD IT BE WE'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG WE'D MAKE IT BACK TO YOUR PLACE BEFORE DAWN "PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME HOME." "PLEASE, DON'T TAKE ME HOME." |
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| 4. |
| 4:36 |
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How can you be so warm? How can you know what I feel? Well, it's the way you move your hands, and it's the way you understand. And that's the reason that I'm asking. That's the reason that I want to know And that's the reason that I'm asking That's the reason that I'm . . . How can you throw away everything you live for? Well it's the way we shake and sway. Oh, and it's the passion that you play. BRIDGE Too many lost. Links in a chain passed down through the years, But ending here if we just face the pain and the fear. Who did you love before? Who did they love before you? But it's the way you move your hands. And it's the way you understand. |
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| 5. |
| 4:23 |
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Don't fear, Even though you're at a loss. I'm numb, A shell of empty thoughts. But you glow, You stretch and pull me out. Does that trouble you? Does that trouble you? Love me Hate me Make me live again I need you around Heal me Hurt me Make me live again I want you around So long, I never had experienced This bliss. So how could I resist? And i'm fine A little light-headed. Does that worry you? I didn't mean to worry you. Now, retreating from the light I love it when we fight It makes me think At least you still care Give up, you're not going anywhere Moonlight, illuminates your stare And it's great, captivating you Does that trouble you? I didn't mean to trouble you |
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| 6. |
| 3:40 |
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I got a little bit of hope, like a soap on a rope. Sweeter than sour, getting thinner by the hour. Falling fast, and I'm running out of gas. Mugging on your sister, smart as Bobby Fisher. Still I couldn't get arrested, Though I got more s than Madonna got looks. Just like that AC/DC song, "Come on baby, shake me all night long." All I wanna do, Is stay till early in the morning. (You know I love you baby). And all I gotta say, Is your love's extraoridinary. You're extraordinary, baby Somebody push me through the door, I've been sleeping on the floor. 31 flavors, listen to the neighbors through the wall, At the debutante ball. Cumba lada vista, Got a Mona Lisa. So much for the late rent, cause your money's spent, And it's cold inside. Just like that Barenaked Ladies song, "I'm hot like wasabi when I'm next to your body." All I wanna do, Is stay till early in the morning. (You know I love you baby). And all I gotta say, Is your love's extraoridinary. You're extraordinary, baby. Aint' love such a sweet thing. Ain't love such a sweet thing. (Con fuego baby) All I wanna do, Is stay till early in the morning. (You know I love you baby). And all I gotta say, Is your love's extraoridinary. You're extraordinary baby. All I wanna do, Is stay till early in the morning. (You know I love you baby). And all I gotta say, Is your love's extraoridinary. You're extraordinary |
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| 4:02 |
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Where have you gone, my Rosealia? Into the crowd, he'll never find you. If you walk real fast, and you stay down low. So many times, so many chances, this one could be your last. You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired. You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. Put on your mask, wearing your cape. Put on your mask, my Rosealia. What has he done, my senorita? His kind of love is going to kill you. Do you fake a smile when you dodge the blows? So many times, so many chances. This one could be your last. BRIDGE Jealousy can rip your heart out. And jealousy can turn a hand into a fist. Rosealia |
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| 8. |
| 4:39 |
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Past the road to your house That you never called home Where they turned out the lights Though they say you'll never know I remember running through the wet grass Falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting When they pumped out your guts Filled you full of those pills You were never quite right Deserving all the chills They say the worst is over Kicked it over and ran Then they ask what went wrong When they turn you on again They turn you on again. I remember running through the wet grass Falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting Kick them right in the face Make them wish they weren't born And if they bring up your name Well they'll say you won the war. Baby burst in the world Never given a chance Then they ask what went wrong When you never had it right Oh, the letters have dropped off Though they say you got them all I finally figured out some things you'll never know. Take back your life and let me inside We'll find the door if you care to anymore. I remember running through the wet grass Falling a step behind Both of us never tiring Desperately Wanting. |
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| 9. |
| 3:48 |
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Talking in her sleep again Reciting lines start to end But she's not crazy (Knock on wood) Just a little misunderstood She takes a walk at 4 a.m. Wakes the neighborhood again And I find myself recalling everything she used to tell me Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life Everybody wants to be a part Everybody loves a situation Who would ever want to play the part Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart She's waiting tables the next day She pulls a double then on her way To an audition in Hollywood, yeah, A little misunderstood We sit around the house Waiting for the phone to ring And I know she alone holds the key To everything I want to be Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life Everybody wants to be a part Everybody loves a situation Who would ever want to play the part Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart Everybody wants to be your friend When you've got something you can give them All I've seen, bad and good, she's not crazy Just a little misunderstood. Aw yeah, all good, she's not crazy, Just a little misunderstood. Two years later you're a star Who'd have thought we'd get this far? But I'd give it all away if I Could see you on that day again When you quit work And threw that coffee At the manager jerk You said, "Close your eyes I've got a surprise A house in the hills And a car that drives by." Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts, don't it? Inside Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life Everybody wants to be a part Everybody loves a situation Who would ever want to play the part Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart Everybody wants to be your friend When you've got something you can give them All I've seen, bad and good, she's not crazy Just a little misunderstood. Aw yeah, all good, she's not crazy, Just a little misunderstood |
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| 10. |
| 5:02 |
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Well, there's a feeling in the air Just like a Friday afternoon. Yeah, you can go there if you want Though it fades to soon. So go on, let it be. If there's a feeling coming over me, Seems like it's always understood this time of year. Well, I know there's a reason to change. Well, I know there's a time for us. You think about the good times And you live with all the bad. You can feel it in the air, Feeling right this time of year. Well, there's a football in the air, Across a leaf blown field. Yeah, and there's your first car on the road, And the girl you'd steal. So go on with yourself It there's a feeling that there's something else. Seems like it's always understood This time of year. Well, there's a feeling in the air Just like a Friday afternoon. Yeah, you can go there if you want Though it fades too soon. So go on, let it be. If there's a feeling coming over me, Seems like it's always understood this time of year. |
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| 11. |
| 4:46 |
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ALONG THE EDGES, COLORS BLUR AT SEEM FAMILIAR. WHILE YOU READ YOUR MAGAZINE, I WAS COUNTING ALL THE MARKERS. AND CALIFORNIA SEEMED TO DRAW YOU LIKE A SIREN FROM A POSTCARD, OR A LETTER, IN A FRAME OF FILM MELTING. BUT UNDER YOU, I HEAR YOUR BREATH MOVE IN, OUT SLOWLY. UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME. A HOLLYWOOD FLAT WHERE WE'D LAUGH ABOUT OUR FORTUNES WELL WE HELD JOBS IN THIS BAR DOWN AT 3RD AND SAN VICENTE. AND RAMEN NOODLES AT 4& 58;30 IN THE MORNING, WHEN WE BARELY COULD SURVIVE, I WAS NEVER MORE ALIVE. UNDER YOU, I FEEL YOUR BLOOD FLOWING OUT SLOWLY. UNDER YOU, LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME YOU MOVED IN SLOW DEGREES A SUDDEN MEMORY YOU'RE A LEONARD COHEN SONG BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN I'D SWEAR I SEE YOU STANDING ON A SIDEWALK, IN A RESTAURANT, FROM A TAXI CAB PASSING. UNDER YOU I FEEL YOU MOVING IN/OUT SLOWLY UNDER YOU LET GO COMPLETELY FEELING YOU TAKE OVER ME. TAKE OVER ME |
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| 12. |
| 3:07 |
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Well i'm watchin' geraldo on tv And i'm thinkin' about you and me About you and me But ya talk too much And ya say too little And ya think too hard You were gonna tremble Yet ya talk too much And ya say too little And ya think too hard You were gonna tremble Well you're dancing with the pole-ends and us(?) And i'm thinkin' about you and me About you and me But ya talk too much And ya say too little And ya think too hard You were gonna tremble Yet ya talk too much And ya say too little And ya think too hard You were gonna tremble I believe in I believe this thing I can't take it anymore This could be the end of something This could be the start of something new This could be the end of something..... Well i'm watchin' geraldo on tv And i'm thinkin' about you and me About you and me But ya talk too much And ya say too little And ya think too hard You were gonna tremble Yet ya talk too much And ya say too little And your mouth is dry You were gonna tremble Yet ya talk too much And ya say too little And your eyes are wide You were gonna tremble |
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| 13. |
| 4:41 |
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One more murder in this town, Don't mean a thing just lock your doors Dnd drive around. One more murder in this town, Don't worry the rain will Wash the chalk marks from the ground. Saturday night, shots ring out, Add one to the body count. You come alive to see another's end. Plead it to a lesser count, D.A. says without a doubt, In 3-5 you're on the streets again. One more murder in this town Don't mean a thing You get accustomed to the sound One more murder in this town Block off the street and Wrap the crime scene tape around. Hosanna! Hosanna! I can't feel a thing at all! Hosanna! Hosanna! I can't feel a thing! I can't feel a thing at all! Saturday night you're going out Parking lot, a figure come about Feel a piece click against your head. Pleading to his sympathy, "Take the car, I got a family" You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me." One more murder in this town |
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| 4:55 |
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Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to show your face around here. Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears. Well, I wish I could shake some sense into you and walk out the door. But your skin is like porcelain. Yeah, your skin is like porcelain Just the other day I felt I had you by a string. Just the other day I felt we could be everything. But now when I see you, you're somebody else In somebody's eyes and your skin . . . BRIDGE I don't know what I'm saying. Well, I don't know if you're there In the words you are feigning Do you even care? Well I wish I could kill you, savor the sight. Get into my car, drive into the night. Then lie as I scream to the heavens above That I was the last one you ever loved. Yes, your skin is like porcelain. |
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| 2:29 |
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This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbors complain about the noises above But she only cums when she's on top My therapist said not to see her no more Said you're like a disease without any cure She said I'm so obsessed that I'm being coming a bore Oh you think you're so pretty EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Caught you're hand inside the till Slammed you're fingers in the door fought with kitchen knives and (?) Dress me up in women's clothes Messed around with gender roles Dye my eyes and call me pretty EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Moved out of the house So you moved next door I locked you out You cut a hole in the wall I found you sleeping next to me I thought i was alone You're driving me crazy when are you coming home? CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYY EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE |
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| 16. |
| 4:37 |
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you were standing on the corner
when it all came crashing down on your black shoes and your black hat you pulled your black dress round i suppose you should feel sorry but i see you dressed in silk with a double cappuccino and it's topped with dry steamed milk you know i guess you should feel sorry after all but i'm not crying anymore well do you forget who you are when you're the last one in the bar and then morning unfurls on the wallflower yeah yeah wallflower girl on the wallflower girl well you're in and out and up and down and halfway in between you're holly-go-lightly yeah i heard you played that scene well you say that you're an actress and a painter on the side and you used to read the tarot cards but you don't like what you find but i suppose we both know your future anyway hey hey hey now do you forget who you are when you're the last one in the bar and then morning unfurls on the wallflower yeah yeah wallflower girl on the wallflower girl when you're climbing up a mountainside well they say it hurts your ears when they pop that's the price you pay now for being on top well the light is turning greener then my thoughts are ringing true and the reason that i'm so hard girl i see myself in you and the mountain tops and the valleys and the vantage points between well you used to read the tarot cards but you don't like what you've seen but i suppose we both know your future anyway hey hey hey now do you forget who you are when you're the last one in the bar and then morning unfurls on the wallflower yeah yeah wallflower girl on the wallflower girl oooh ooooh ahhh |
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