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When I tell you that I love you Don't test my love Accept my love don't test my love Cause maybe I don't love you all that much Don't ask what kind of music I'm gonna play tonight Just stay awhile Hear for yourself awhile And if you must put me in a box Make sure it's a big box With lots of windows And a door to walk through And a nice high chimney So we can burn burn burn Everything that we don't like And watch the ashes Fly up to Heaven Maybe all the way to India I'd like that All the ancient kings came to my door They said, |
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Enough of this throat singing already If you wanna sing two notes at once Why don't you do like everyone else Get a multi-track machine Lay 'em down separately Make a little harmony Maybe a bass track Like one from the Rolling Stones None of this long lost art This archaic stuff Go out and make something If you wanna make some dough You oughta invest in my company We're putting barcodes On the fetuses Using ultrasound And laser technology We used to do babies But some of them still got mixed up This takes care of that My love, go to sleep We'll wake you tomorrow My love, go to sleep We'll wake you tomorrow There's some tomatoes Chemically engineered They come out square To fit in boxes There's some people Chemically engineered They come out square To fit in boxes I'm sitting on the roof today All by myself Not saying nothing To no one I'm sitting on the roof today All by myself Not saying nothing Goodbye My love go to sleep We'll wake you tomorrow My love go to sleep We'll wake you tomorrow |
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I saw the best of my generation playing pinball Make-up on, all caked up Looking like some kind of china doll With all of Adolf Hitler's moves down cold As they stood up in front Of a rock and roll band And always moving upward and ever upward To this gentle golden promised land With the smartest of them all Moonlighting as a word processor And the strongest of them all Checking IDs outside a saloon And the prettiest of all Taking off her clothes In front of men Whose eyes look like they were in some little hick town Near Omaha Watching the police chief Run his car off the side of a bridge I saw a men with dreams Like the ones I'd had Beg quarters outside the Seven-Eleven Till it got so they didn't affect me anymore Than the mailboxes I'd passed 'Cept that sometimes I'd put somthing in the mailbox I'd had the wind at my back Now I felt it cold in my face And for an awful long time now You were the only one who ever Called me late at night And I really never noticed Till after you stopped calling And the emptiness And silence Got so heavy Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the promised land Broken up in Disneyland Broken up in the plastic land Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland Broken up in the wasteland I saw dead Marilyn Monroe Strung up on every street corner in Hollywood Like some two bit whore Offering a discount rate And I wondered how Joe Dimaggio felt I saw dead James Dean's ghost Wandering the sidewalk looking troubled And I wondered how his mama felt I saw signs that said |
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But if she did He'd a taken her to Paris And if she did She'd have smoked a lot of opium And if she did She'd have dyed her hair blue And if she did She might be alive Oh-ohh Henry Miller Oh-ohh Marilyn Monroe Oh-ohh Henry Miller Oh-ohh Marilyn Monroe Marilyn Monroe didn't marry Henry Miller She lived outside the Tropic of Capricorn Marilyn Monroe didn't marry Henry Miller I don't even know if she knew Henry Miller But if she did He'd a taken her to Paris And if she did They'd have fucked every day And if she did She'd have felt like a woman Not a photogragh In a magazine Oh-ohh Henry Miller Oh-ohh Marilyn Monroe This is not a knock against Arthur Miller Death of a Salesman is my favorite play But Marilyn Monroe Should have married Henry Miller And if she did She might be alive Cause if she did He'd have taken her to Paris Tied her to the bed And eaten dinner off of her And okay maybe she'd have died the same, anyway But if she did she'd have had more fun Oh-ohh Henry Miller Oh-ohh Marilyn Monroe Oh-ohh Henry Miller Oh-ohh Marilyn Monroe |
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Well, they elected me
King of the World I said, "Here's what I'm gonna do Send everybody over to China Except for me and you Strip ourselves naked Go to Beverly Center Watch movies and eat Cinnabons" I think I'm gonna like Being king of the world For a change They said, "As king of the world You can have anything Your greedy royal heart desires" I said, "All I really want Is some wide open space Where I can set forest fires I want peace and quiet I want nudity I want sex and wine and love" They said "So let it be written, Your highness, So let it be done" I am the king The king of the world It could have been you But it's me I'm suprised you didn't hear about it It was on the cover of newsweek November 1993 As king of the world I'll occasionally go To China to visit you guys You don't have to be afraid I don't need you to bow down I'm not God I'm just the king, I realize Well, it might be nice though If you'd kiss me feet And call me, "All knowing leader of men" If you were king of the world I'm sure you'd want the same For yourself I am the king of the world King of the world Can you believe my luck I'm king of the world |
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The day the Elvis died Was like a mercy killing America breathed A sigh of relief We knew all about the drugs And the Vegas shows And there wasn't much of anything That looked like grief And I guess he shoulda done Like James Dean did 'Stead of putting on weight And sinking down, down, down Easier to take If he had just skidded straight To souvenir city And T-shirt town And sometimes I wish I was smarter that I am But I'm on my 3rd city And I'm on my 4th car And I'm on my 5th apartment And so many of my days have sprung And now it's too late to crash Too late to burn Too late to die young If Pete Rose had exploded Like Roberto Clemente He'd be hanging in the Hall of Fame Without fail Can you name the last good film Marlon Brando made While trying to keep his kid From going to jail And the old people On the street are telling you |
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We pulled into Rome
With blood in our eyes After days of travelin' Months of lies Taking our various Turns at the wheel Taking booze And pot and cigarettes Anything not to feel No one had slept No one had eaten Our bodies were bad Our spirits were beaten Together we dragged All of us down As we staggered through Rome Blaming the town Blaming the students For worship of others Blaming the cops And blaming their brothers And never quite looking Ourselves in the heart And minute by minute Growing further apart Julia, Julia Where have you gone? Why have you vanished Off of my lawn? Julia, Julia Where is your truck? Where have you driven With all of my luck? But even old bull fighters Their grave stones in sight Must search 'till they unearth One last bull to fight And so it was with us So near to the end One last story to tell One last hill to defend One glance to avoid One guitar to strum One untruth to be told One last song to be sung And you, the most brilliant Most driven, most keen Jewel of a bastard I ever have seen And you and your turn A good bitch of the nile So real to the end Nothing left to defile And me in the middle Along for the ride The unwilling distraction From familiocide And knowing our weaknesses No one refrained From picking And prodding 'Till nothing remained Julia, Julia Where have you gone? Why have you vanished Off of my lawn? Julia, Julia Where is your truck? Where have you driven With all of my luck? And now in this kitchen Miles from home Miles from anything Miles from Rome Rome was a bust Rome was a scream Rome was the final Rapid eye movement To this dream We scattered like leaves Like pieces of dust Warriors watching Their swords and shields rust And now as we descend To couches and clocks To closets and appointments Let us drink to the rocks Let us drink to the sand To the winds which have blowed us Let us drink to the rivers Let us drink to the road And if you travel this far From either conscience or greed Have one piece of advice That I think you should heed If ever your travels Take you this far from home Consult your map carefully Stear clear of Rome Julia, Julia Where have you gone? Why have you vanished Off of my lawn? Julia, Julia Where is your truck? Where have you driven With all of my luck? |
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| 3:32 |
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We pulled into Rome With blood in our eyes After days of travelin' Months of lies Taking our various Turns at the wheel Taking booze And pot and cigarettes Anything not to feel No one had slept No one had eaten Our bodies were bad Our spirits were beaten Together we dragged All of us down As we staggered through Rome Blaming the town Blaming the students For worship of others Blaming the cops And blaming their brothers And never quite looking Ourselves in the heart And minute by minute Growing further apart Julia, Julia Where have you gone? Why have you vanished Off of my lawn? Julia, Julia Where is your truck? Where have you driven With all of my luck? But even old bull fighters, Their grave stones in sight, Must search 'till they unearth One last bull to fight And so it was with us, So near to the end One last story to tell One last hill to defend One glance to avoid One guitar to strum One untruth to be told One last song to be sung And you, the most brilliant, Most driven, most keen, Jewel of a bastard I ever have seen And you and your turn A good bitch of the nile So real to the end Nothing left to defile And me in the middle, Along for the ride, The unwilling distraction From familiocide And knowing our weaknesses No one refrained, From picking And prodding 'Till nothing remained Julia, Julia Where have you gone? Why have you vanished Off of my lawn? Julia, Julia Where is your truck? Where have you driven With all of my luck? And now in this kitc |
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I got 36-foot insulation in my house Wear 14 pairs of long underwear Stick tape inside my ears Cover myself with five bedspreads I spend every morning in an isolation tank Spend every afternoon high up in a tree Spend every evening with one of those things over my eyes Like in virtual reality I'll never fall in love again I got a walkman on my head every step I take Put thorazine in my morning coffee break Won't feed the birds bread boys, let them eat cake I'll lock my doors, click click click bang bang When I'm not awake When I'm walking down the street Don't make me meet your sister, Pete, When there's a knock knockin at my door I'll just sit here on the floor I'll run 26 miles a day straight up hills Work overtime to pay all of my hospital bills I'll spray black spray paint on my windowsills I'll make a million dollars leave you outta my will I'll never fall in love again |
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I was painting a still life this morning Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy Of Tropic of Cancer The only thing weird about it Is that a year ago, I never thought I'd paint anything again I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again It didn't bother me too much Warhol's dead, David Hockney's still alive I don't need to paint I painted over ten thousand paintings Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light ones I've done haystacks And rich old ladies by their pools Wearing nothing but a scarf I've painted everything there was to paint Now it was time to sit back Give interviews Hang out at club med Get on the internet Take stock of what I've done You know, the best friend I ever had was a dog It sounds like a cliche unless it's happened to you Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bed That dog went everywhere with me And then I heard the crack addicts Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal research It sounded like an urban myth to me Like the mouse in the Coke bottle But I started leavin' her at home after that You know, Paula was my wife for a while She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van Gogh A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le Monde When Paula left she took my dog I never saw her again Except in the court during the custody battle She won and got to keep the dog And I didn't speak to anyone for months You know sometimes it feels Like there's so much that you need Sometimes the world is upside down Sometimes it feels Like the only thing you need Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town I started hanging around with Dino-aca |
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Do you got to be a queen all your life Are you gonna take that crown off your head Are you ever gonna come to bed Do you got to be a queen all your life Do you plan on speaking in this year Are you gonna keep everything inside Are you gonna keep all your great thoughts to yourself Do you got to be a queen all your life Get off your throne I'm alone Get off your throne I'm walking and moaning I'm dying alone Do you got to be a queen all your life Do you got to cake on one more layer of make-up everyday Are you ever gonna tell me what you want me to do or say Do you gotta be a queen all your life |
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