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When you're growing up in a small town when you're growing up in a small town when you're growing up in a small town you say, no one famous ever came from here When you're growing up in a small town and you're having a nervous breakdown and you think that you'll never escape it yourself or the place that you live Where did Picasso come from there's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh if art is the tip of the iceberg I'm the part sinking below When you're growing up in a small town bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty people look at you funny when you're in a small town My father worked in construction it's not something for which I'm suited oh, what is something for which you are suited getting out of here I hate being odd in a small town if they stare let them stare in New York City as this pink eyed painting albino how far can my fantasy go I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh no adorable lisping Capote my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him I'd camp out at his front door There is only one good thing about small town there is only one good use for a small town there is only one good thing about small town you know that you want to get out When you're growing up in a small town you know you'll grow down in a small town there is only one good use for a small town You hate it and you'll know you have to leave |
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| 3. |
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I was staring through a telescope at night at a large light in the sky Its spinning lights reminded me of you A star spinning in orbit lighting up the sky Or maybe it was not a star at all I was standing by the Hudson River's edge at night looking out across the Jersey shore At a neon light spelling out some cola's name And I thought your name should be dancing beamed from satellites Larger than any billboard in Times Square Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid I'm the one who loves you in each and every way Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid NYC lovers Tell it to your heart (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) I'm on the roof, it's 5 a.m. I guess I couldn't sleep And I see this spinning light that I saw last week Maybe I should wake you up but by then it might be gone You never know what you see when if you look up in the sky I ran outside down a darkened street listening to my boot heels click My leather jacket squeaked I needed a cigarette When I turned the corner my spinning light was in the street They were filming a commercial on TV Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid we're no teenage movie that ends in tragedy Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid NYC Lovers Tell it to your heart tell it to your heart Tell it to your heart tell it to your heart (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) (Tell it to your heart, please don't be afraid tell it to your heart) ... |
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| 4. |
| 4:28 |
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Men of good fortune
often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings often can't do anything at all The rich son waits for his father to die the poor just drink and cry And me, I just don't care at all Men of good fortune very often can't do a thing While men of poor beginnings often can do anything At heart they try to act like a man handle things the best way they can They have no rich, daddy to fall back on Men of good fortune often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings often can't do anything at all It takes money to make money they say look at the Fords, but didn't they start that way Anyway, it makes no difference to me Men of good fortune often wish that they could die While men of poor beginnings want what they have and to get it they'll die All those great things that live has to give they wanna have money and live But me, I just don't care at all Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings |
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| 5. |
| 8:10 |
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How do you think it feels
when you're speeding and lonely, come here baby How do you think it feels when all you can say is if only If only I had a little if only I had some change, come here baby If only, if only, if only How do you think it feels and when do you think it stops How do you think it feels when you've been up for five days, come down here mama Hunting around always, ooohhh 'cause you're afraid of sleeping How do you think it feels to feel like a wolf and foxy How do you think it feels To always make love by proxy, huh how do you think it feels And when do you think it stops when do you think it stops |
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| 6. |
| 5:31 |
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It must be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act to always be looking forward and never looking back How nice it is to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss It might be nice to disappear to have a vanishing act to always be looking forward never look over your back It must be nice to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss It must be nice to disappear to have a vanishing act to always be moving forward and never looking back How nice it is to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss Looking for a kiss float into a mist |
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| 7. |
| 7:09 |
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They call you ecstasy nothing ever sticks to you Not velcro, not scotch tape not my arms dipped in glue Not if I wrap myself in nylon a piece of duct tape down my back Love pierced the arrow with the twelve and I can't get you back Ah, ecstasy ecstasy Ah, ecstasy Across the streets an old Ford, they took off its wheels the engine is gone In its seat sits a box with a note that says, Goodbye Charlie, thanks a lot I see a child through a window with a bib and I think of us and what we almost did The Hudson rocketing with light the ships pass the Statue of Liberty at night They call it ecstasy, ah ecstasy Ecstasy, ah ecstasy Some men call me St. Ivory some call me St. Maurice I'm smooth as alabaster with white veins runnin' through my cheeks A big stud through my eyebrow a scar on my arm that says, Domain I put it over the tattoo that contained your name They called you ecstasy, ecstasy ecstasy They call you ecstasy, ecstasy ecstasy The moon passing through a cloud a body facing up is floating towards a crowd And I think of a time and what I couldn't do I couldn't hold you close, I couldn't, I couldn't become you They call you ecstasy, I can't hold you down I can't hold you up I feel like that car that I saw today, no radio no engine, no hood I'm going to the cafe, I hope they've got music and I hope that they can play But if we have to part I'll have a new scar right over my heart I'll call it ecstasy Oh, ecstasy, ecstasy ecstasy Ecstasy, ecstasy ecstasy |
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| 8. |
| 4:04 |
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I dreamed I was the president of these United States
I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law, undenied And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died I dreamed that I could do the job that others hadn't done I dreamed that I was uncorrupt and fair to everyone I dreamed I wasn't gross or base, a criminal on the take And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died Oh, the day John Kennedy died Oh, the day John Kennedy died I remember where I was that day, I was upstate in a bar The team from the university was playing football on TV Then the screen want dead and the announcer said, "There's been a tragedy There's are unconfirmed reports the president's been shot and he may be dead or dying." Talking stopped, someone shouted, "What!?" I ran out to the street People were gathered everywhere saying, did you hear what they said on TV And then a guy in a Porsche with his radio hit his born and told us the news He said, "The president's dead, he was shot twice in the head in Dallas, and they don't know by whom." I dreamed I was the president of these United States I dreamed I was young and smart and it was not a waste I dreamed that there was a point to life and to the human race I dreamed that I could somehow comprehend that someone shot him in the face Oh, the day John Kennedy died Oh, the day John Kennedy died Oh, the day John Kennedy died Oh, the day John Kennedy died |
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| 9. |
| 7:00 |
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a) Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet the sexy boy smiled in dismay She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures everybody's a queen for a day Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your - - body why don't we slip away Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin' sha-la-la-la, this way Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la hey, baby, come on, let's slip away Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle call out the national guard She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means from off of the formica topped bar And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly and boldly out of this world And despite people's derision proved to be more than diversion sha-la-la-la, later on And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly and showed her where he was coming from And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently it was like she'd never ever come And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la when the sun rose and he made to leave You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la neither one regretted a thing b) Street Hassle Hey, that cunt's not breathing I think she's had too much of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean I don't mean to scare you but you're the one who came here and you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave I'm not being smart or trying to be cold on my part and I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve But you know people get all emotional and sometimes, man, they just don't act rational they think they're just on TV Sha-la-la-la, man why don't you just slip her away You know, I'm glad that we met man it really was nice talking and I really wish that there was a little more time to speak But you know it could be a hassle trying to explain myself to a police officer about how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed And it's not like we could help but there was nothing no one could do and if there was, man, you know I would have been the first But when someone turns that blue well, it's a universal truth and then you just know that bitch will never fuck again By the way, that's really some bad shit that you came to our place with but you ought to be more careful around the little girls It's either the best or it's the worst and since I don't have to choose I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet and just lay her out on the darkened street and by morning, she's just another hit and run You know, some people got no choice and they can't never find a voice to talk with that they can even call their own So the first thing that they see that allows them the right to be why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck |
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| 5:16 |
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This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling This is the place where we used to live I paid for it with love and blood And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf Filled with her poetry and stuff And this is the room where she took the razor And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling I never would have started if I'd known That it's end this way But funny thing, I'm not at all sad That it stopped this way This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling |
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| 7:12 |
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Lovely day
The sunshine A light of love Love divine As time strode away A test of love I bring to you my love Like a bird who builds your unborn a home Full of warmth I give to you the same test of love Revien cherie Revien cherie Sitting all alone in a daze I sing a song to you my love I wish I were dead My love was far away A test of love I bring to you my love Like a bird who builds your unborn a home Full of warmth I give to you the same test of love Revien cherie Revien cherie Life to me is a share To be, to see, to understand each other To love one another I give to you the same test of love Revien cherie Revien cherie Revien cherie |
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| 10:03 |
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Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather whiplash girlchild in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly taste the whip, now bleed for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather whiplash girlchild in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart |
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| 6:54 |
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Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got 9 brothers and sisters they're brought up on their knees it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard he's going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, to the dirty boulevard This room cost 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em that's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, on the dirty boulevard going out Outside it's a bright night there's an opera at Lincoln Center movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan but the lights are out on the Mean Streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel he's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming he's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling 'At the count of 3' he says, 'I hope I can disappear' And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly-fly away (Fly a-) fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...) Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away) fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away) |
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Sunday Morning brings the dawn in It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you there's always someone around you Who will call it's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you there's always someone around you Who will call it's nothing at all Watch out, the world's behind you there's always someone around you Who will call it's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning ... |
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings stand I Oh oh oh oh Reliving the past of the maddening impulse violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring stand I Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call [Rowena:] A wild being from birth my spirit spurns control wondering the wide earth searching for my soul Dimly peering I would surely find what could there be more purely bright in truth's day-star Ooohhh Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call, call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call. |
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Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore while I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping as of some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber door "'Tis some visitor," I muttered "tapping at my chamber door only this and nothing more." Muttering I got up weakly always I've had trouble sleeping stumbling upright my mind racing furtive thoughts flowing once more I, there hoping for some sunrise happiness would be a surprise loneliness no longer a prize rapping at my chamber door seeking out the clever bore lost in dreams forever more only this and nothing more Hovering my pulse was racing stale tobacco my lips tasting scotch sitting upon my basin remnants of the night before came again infernal tapping on the door in my mind jabbing is it in or outside rapping calling out to me once more the fit and fury of Lenore nameless here forever more And the silken sad uncertain rustling of the purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before so that now, oh wind, stood breathing hoping yet to calm my breathing "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door some lost visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door this it is, and nothing more." Deep into the darkness peering long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming fantasies no mortal dared to dream before but the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token and the only word there spoken was the whispered name, "Lenore." this I thought and out loud whispered from my lips the foul name festered echoing itself merely this, and nothing more Back into my chamber turning every nerve within me burning when once again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before |
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| 9:08 |
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Take me for what I am a star newly emerging Long simmering explodes inside the self is reeling In the pocket of the heart, in the rushing of the blood in the muscle of my sex, in the mindful mindless love I accept the new found man and set the twilight reeling At 5 am the moon and the sun sit set before my window Light glances off the blue glass we set right before the window And you who accept, in your soul and your head what was misunderstood, what was thought of with dread a new self is born, the other self dead I accept the new found man and set the twilight reeling A soul singer stands on the stage the spotlight shows him sweating He sinks to one knee, seems to cry the horn are unrelenting But as the drums beats he finds himself growing hard in the microphone's face he sees her face growing large and the swelling crescendo no longer retards I accept the new found man and set the twilight reeling As the twilight sunburst gleams as the chromium moon it sets As I lose all my regrets and set the twilight reeling I accept the new found man and set the twilight reeling |
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Candy says, I've come to hate my body And all that it requires in this world Candy says, I'd like to know completely What all they so discretely talk about I'm gonna watch the bluebirds fly over my shoulder I'm gonna watch them pass me by maybe when I'm older What do you think I'd see if I could walk away from me Candy says, I hate the quiet places That cause the smallest taste of what will be Candy says, I hate the big decisions That cause endless revisions in my mind I'm gonna watch the bluebirds fly over my shoulder I'm gonna watch them pass me by maybe when I'm older What do you think I'd see if I could walk away from me Dooo doo woh Dooo doo doo woh Dooo doo doo woh Dooo doo doo woh Dooo doo doo woh Dooo |
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I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein Then I tell you things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me, not you guys Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that On a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man cannot be free Of all the evils of this town And of himself and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life, ha-ha Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off than dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jims in this town And all the politicians making crazy sounds And everybody putting everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when that heroin is in my blood And the blood is in my head Man thank God that I'm as good as dead And thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know |
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