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Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Lose your father, your husband, Your mother, your children. What are you dying for ? It's not my reality. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640 r. 08 08 1995 What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan. What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting ... |
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<P>"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there ´neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>Her husband, he´s off to work and the kids are off to school And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud </P><P>And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she knew she´d found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair..." </P> |
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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career, But you really can't function you're so full of fear. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling us still, But first we must learn how to smile as we kill If we want to live like the folks on the hill. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. |
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I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I feel bad, so bad, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad. I never lied to my lover, But if I did I would admit it. If I could get away with murder I'd take my gun and I'd commit it. I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor, I'm like a curious child, give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough. I feel blood, I feel blood, Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough. I never stole a scarf from Harrods, But if I did you wouldn't miss it. I never stole a doll from Lovecraft, But if I did you know I'd kiss it. I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor, I'm like a curious child, just give me more, More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt. I feel guilt, I feel guilt, Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt. Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt ... |
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When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak, I had my balls and my brains put into a vice And twisted around for a whole fucking week. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash ? Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock ? Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark. Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels, You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools. Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore, 'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch ? Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch ? Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ? You drove my ego to a really bad skid. Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh, You just tore all our kisses right in half! Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did, Betray my little oyster for such a low bitch. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ? You drove my ego to a really bad skid. Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed. The whole room was swirling, Her lips were still curling. Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said, Why'd you do what you did ? Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather. Why'd ya do it, she said, whyc1 |
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What is it children that falls from the sky?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye ya. Mannah from Heaven from most high, Food from the Father, tayi, taye ya. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the grief. Peace to your brother, give and take heed, Tayi, taya, it left two feet. One foot extended, snake to the ground, Wave of the Earth, one turn around. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again,shake out the grief, babe. Stretch out your arms now dip and sway, Fruit of thy bird, tayi, taya. Threw off your shoe, haul off the sow, Dust off the words that shape from the tale. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Here we are, Father, here, Holy Ghost, Bread of your bread, host of your host. We are the tears that fall from your eyes, Word of your word, cry of your cry. We shall live again, we shall live again. We shall live again, we shall live. What is it, Father, in your eye, What is this grave sign, eyes to cry. Blood of my baby, well, just what I need. What is it, hide me, way off to speed. Who is it, Father, holy that night? What is it, Father, that moves to the right? What is it, Father, isn't it pain? What is it, Father, that shapes from your main? What is it, Father, supposed to be brave? A lot of questions, the right to live What is it, baby, I can't do. Your mama loves you, I'm dying, too. I won't forget you, never lie I'll always love you till I die... |
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Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always The sun will shine In my back door some day Trouble in mind, that's true I have almost lost my mind Life ain't worth living Sometimes I feel like dying I'm gonna lay my head On some lonesome railroad line Let the 2:19 train Ease my trouble in mind Trouble, oh trouble Trouble's on your worried mind When you see me laughing, baby I'm laughing just to keep from crying I'm going down to the river I'm gonna take my old rocking chair And if those blues overtake me I'm gonna rock on away from there Trouble in mind, I'm blue My poor heart is beating slow Never had no trouble In my life before Never had no trouble In my life before |
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In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk Watch 'don't walk' to 'walk' Easy when you're dreaming Staring at the movies Standing in a circle, Laughing at the wrong time. If alcohol could take me there. I'd take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. In a car taking a back seat Staring out the window Thinking about danger. Playing in a wrong world Fighting ??징??쨘 but I'm not free. Talking on the telephone Talking about you and me. If jesus christ could take me here I'd fall dawn on my knees, Have no questions to his answers. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. Alcohol could take me there. I'd take a shot a minute And be there by the hour. Take a walk around times square With a pistol in my suitcase And my eyes on the tv. And if I die gaining my senses Wake up in a hotel Staring at the ceiling. |
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Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down. Strange a woman tries to save What a man will try to drown. And he's the rain that they predicted, It's the forecast every time. The rose has died because you picked it An' I believe that brandy's mine. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. The word is getting flatter, The sky is falling all around. And nothing is the matter For I never cry in town. And a love like ours, my dear, Is best measured when it's down. And I never buy umbrellas, For there's always one around. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. And you know that it's beginning, And you know that it's the end When once again we are strangers And the fog comes rolling in. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. Dr. john: You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1. |
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She lives alone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy. She knows what she lost, Still she is waiting for more. She could be living in hell And not know someone loves her. What can she do, What is she waiting for ? The day turns to night He just can't find the right words to tell her Twisting and turning and looking for Something to say. If you would let me hold you I wouldn't walk away That's what he wants, That's what he wants to say. What can she lose, What is she waiting for ? He knows when she cries And he saw through the lies that she told him. She's dreaming and planning Of how she could ask him to stay. If you would let me love you, I wouldn't be the same. Please can we try, Please can we try again ? |
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