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Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat Strangers in a foreign land Strike a match with trembling hand Learn too much to ever understand But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness It's written by the poison pen Voices break before they bend The door is slammed It's over, once again But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Poets agonize, they cannot find the words And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?" The painter paints his brushes back Through the canvas runs a crack Portrait of the pain never answers back But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more And they argue through the night Black is black and white is white Walk away both knowing they are right But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by Dull the pain of living as they slowly die Smiles change into a sneer washed away by whiskey tears In the quicksand of their mind they disappear Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees Complain about the present using memories Never found their pot of gold Wrinkled hands pound weary holes Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail Not a pause to hold a rose Even she no longer knows The lamp goes out the evening now is closed And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady |
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In the tube where I was born
I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Looking for a man who looked like me And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was raised I was amazed On the pictures I would lean That went flashing on the screen Oh, I was dazed But then my eyes were made hypnotized insane (?) Buried in my brain In a blinding blaze And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was grown I was alone The figure on the floor (Laying on the floor) The dream behind the door (I'd lock the closet door) The sound was low Ballgames on the street Disappeared behind my feet Out of breath my heart would be To see another show And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was made I was afraid Spinning through the space another scene, another face, Another shade Mirror of my mind On electric wheels of wine Living on the lines that were displayed And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was fed I lost my head I watch the lives they led Watch them to the end And then again An open kind of laugh I gave all the mind I had And whenever I was sad I had my friends And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was killed I was fulfiled Such an easy way to win Talking to my twin No sign of sin the sacrifice was small fascination was the fall I was extended by the wall that held me in And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was killed I was fulfilled The lies of light would bend I'd stare until the end And then again Faded and the fad I gave all the mind I had And whenever I was sad I had my friends And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was born I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Looking for a man who looked like me And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high |
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Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree
Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea? I do not know much, but I know this cannot be It isn't really, it isn't really, Tell me it isn't really. Sounding bell is diving down the water green Not a trace, not a toothbrush, not a cigarette was seen Bubble ball is rising from a whisper or a scream But I'm not screaming, no I'm not screaming, Tell me I'm not screaming. Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. Captain my dear Captain we're staying down so long I have been a good man, I've done nobody wrong Have we left our ladies for the lyrics of a song? That I'm not singing, I'm not singing Tell me I'm not singing The schooner ship is sliding across the kitchen sink My son and my daughter they won't know what to think The crew has turned to voting and the officers to drink But I'm not drinking, no I'm not drinking Tell me I'm not drinking Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. The radio is begging them to come back to the shore All will be forgiven, it'll be just like before All you've ever wanted will be waiting by your door We will forgive you, we will forgive you Tell me we will forgive you But no one gives an answer not even one goodbye Oh, the silence of their sinking is all that they reply Some have chosen to decay and other chose to die But I'm not dying, no I'm not dying Tell me I'm not dying Captain will not say how long we must remain The phantom ship forever sail the sea It's all the same. |
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Silent soldiers on a silver screen
Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream Unpaid actors of the mystery The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free And what's this got to do with me I declare the war is over It's over, it's over Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand Fading rhythms of a fading land Prove your courage in the proud parade Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made And they're afraid that I'm afraid I'm afraid the war is over It's over, it's over Angry artists painting angry signs Use their vision just to blind the blind Poisoned players of a grizzly game One is guilty and the other gets the point to blame Pardon me if I refrain I declare the war is over It's over, it's over So do your duty, boys, and join with pride Serve your country in her suicide Find the flags so you can wave goodbye But just before the end even treason might be worth a try This country is to young to die I declare the war is over It's over, it's over One-legged veterans will greet the dawn And they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn And the gargoyles only sit and grieve The gypsy fortune teller told me that we'd been deceived You only are what you believe I believe the war is over It's over, it's over |
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I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket home
Where I can watch television, talk on the telephone But every town I wander there's a billboard on a throne Ticket home I want a ticket home Does anybody know my name, or recognize my face I must have come from somewhere, but I can't recall the place they dropped me at the matinee, they left without a trace Ticket home I want a ticket home Elvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowning My life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowning Seems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the plane Raping distance in the skies, while diving in champagne I would be in exile now, but everywhere's the same Ticket home I want a ticket home Elvis Presley is the king, I was at his crowning My life just flashed before my eyes, I must be drowning Seems like only yesterday I climbed aboard the plane Raping distance in the sky, while diving in champagne I would be in exile now, but everywhere's the same Ticket home I want a ticket home |
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I found him by the stage last night -- he was breathing his last breath.
A bottle of wine and a cigarette was all that he had left. I can see you make music 'cause you carry a guitar, God help the troubadour who tries to be a star. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. I seen my share of hustlers as they try to take the world, When they find their melody, they're surrounded by the girls. But it all fades so quickly like a sunny summer day, Reporters ask you questions, they write down what you say. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. They'll rob you of your innocence, they will put you up for sale. The more that you will find success, the more that you will fail. I been around, I've had my share, and I really can't complain, But I wonder who I left behind the other side of fame. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. |
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Everything is going wrong, everything is bad
There's no one I can talk to when I am feeling sad She broke my heart a million ways I'm losing all my friends The boys down at the factory ask me where I've been Fill 'er up with love Please won't you, mister? Just the hi-test is what I used to say But that was before I lost my baby I'll have a dollar's worth of regular today I never should have left my home, never left the farm But the city was exciting it couldn't do me any harm The more folks I run across, the less I seem to know The days go by too quickly the nights go by too slow. Fill 'er up with love Please won't you, mister? Just the hi-test is what I used to say But that was before I lost my baby I'll have a dollar's worth of regular today I cannot face another girl, I believe I'll turn to drink So I won't remember, so I won't have to think Tomorrow will bring happiness or, at least, another day So I will bid farewell and I'll be on my way Fill 'er up with love Please won't you, mister? Just the hi-test is what I used to say But that was before I lost my baby I'll have a dollar's worth of regular today |
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And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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She comes from Kansas City, in the middle of the land
She was the queen of the game But love never came with a man, with a man Now all they know is her name She's the Kansas City Bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can see it by the rage upon her face The blast of the whistle, the Bomber takes the floor She turns, she spins on the rail But she'll be the first one to score, watch her score And the board light up as she sails She's the Kansas City Bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race, of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can tell by the rage upon her face She's gonna leave tommorrow, she's never coming back But tommorrow is only a day But now she is trapped on the track, on the track And God help the lady in her way She's the Kansas City Bomber, let her roll, let her roll Let her fly through the fury of the race, of the race The cry of the crowd is the keeper of her soul You can tell by the rage upon her face, on her face |
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The pilots playing poker in the cockpit of the plane
The casualties arriving like the dropping of the rain And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man When you're white boots marching in a yellow land It's written in the ashes of the village towns we burn It's written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned And the chocolate in the childrens eyes will never understand When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered(*) souls Like cold/old(?) whores following tired armies Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your side And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide For the colours of a civil war are louder than commands When you're white boots marching in a yellow land Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight Tie their hands behind their back and question through the night But when the firing squad is ready they'll be spitting where they stand At the white boots marching in a yellow land Red blow the bugles of the dawn The morning has arrived you must be gone And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like cold whores following tired armies The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began We're the white boots marching in a yellow land And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls like cold whores following tired armies |
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It was on an Indiana farm
In the middle of the country Growin' in the fields of grain Jim Dean of Indiana His mother died when he was a boy His father was a stranger Marcus Winslow took him in Nobody seemed to want him The hired man sang like a storm Sometimes he would beat him 'Cause he would never do the chores He was lost in dreamin' He never seemed to find a play With the flatlands and the farmers So he had to leave one day He said to be an actor Once he'd come back to the farm With starlets from the stages They locked themselves inside his room The people turned their faces A neighbor run from the movie house Chickens, they were scattered He swore he saw upon the screen Jim Dean of Indiana He played a boy without a home Torn with no tomorrow Reaching out to touch someone A stranger in the shadow The Winslows left for the movie town They drove across the country They hoped that he would stay around And they hoped he would be friendly He talked to them for half an hour But he was busy racing He left for the Grapevine road They left for Indiana Then Marcus heard on the radio That a movie star was dying He turned the tuner way down low So Ortense could go on sleeping It was not until they reached the farm Where the hired man was waitin' The wind was silent through the grain It was just like they had told him They buried him just down the road A mile from the farmhouse That is where I placed a flower For Jim Dean of Indiana |
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Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs. Once I knew a girl She was a flower in a flame I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly Now the ashes of the dream Can be found in the magazines. And it seems that there are no more songs. Once I knew a sage who sang upon the stage He told about the world, His lover. A ghost without a name, Stands ragged in the rain. And it seems that there are no more songs. The rebels they were here They came beside the door They told me that the moon was bleeding Then all to my suprise, They took away my eyes. And it seems that there are no more songs. A (scar, star)?? is in the sky, It's time to say goodbye. A whale is on the beach, He's dying. A white flag in my hand, And a white bone in the sand. And it seems that there are no more songs. Hello, hello, hello Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs. It seems that there are no more songs. It seems that there are no more songs. |
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