Disc 1 : Tonight I`m Singing Just For You | ||||||
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Disc 2 : Hold On It`s Coming | ||||||
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McDonald
I hopped on a plane Oakland New York Oakland New York New York to Marseilles. Yes, I hopped on a plane Oakland New York to Marseilles Pigs on my trail, Hey, I got to make my getaway. Ah, when the man holler You sure got to jump boy You sure got to jump hey You got to jump bail When the man hollers now Sure got to jump bail First fair trial, hey, And then they put you back in jail. Ah come on now ! Oh yeah! Alright ! Hey now I can remember A-seein' my picture A-seein' my picture On the post-office wall. Yeah, I can remember my picture On the post-office wall. I can remember the day That the F.B.I. called. I got to make my connection, I got a one-way ticket I got a one-way ticket I'm flyin' Air Algiers. I got to make my connection A one-way on Air Algiers. I think I'll go to the Casbah Cool it for a couple a years. |
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Baby, baby, won't you please
Help me in my time of need. What I need to see me through Only your sweet love can do. Oh, you know we hurt each other so Oh, baby, baby please don't go. Baby, I have been so cruel Expecting you to play the fool And now I think I understand What it means to be your man. Oh, only love is worth this pain Oh, come on, let's try again. Oh, the pain and sorrows Waiting for tomorrows. I know how you felt now, Come on let's work it out somehow. Baby, baby love can't last, Come on let's work out the past. That's how much it means to me, I want to be your family. Oh, only love is worth this pain Oh, come on, let's try again. Oh, the pain and sorrows Waiting for tomorrows. I know how you felt now, Come on let's work it out somehow. |
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Dynamite Charlie was a loser Building bombs in his flat Filled up his head with too many words You know where that's at. One day while he was working He made a bad mistake. He was playing with fire Playing with fire, yeah, Playing with fire But it was too late. Said he was playing with fire Playing with fire Playing with fire But it was too late. Double Head Danny was a heavy He would try anything. He thought he would take a good look at himself Dropping some L.S.D. When the doors were open He knew he made a mistake. Hey he was playing with fire, ha, Playing with fire, yeah Playing with fire But it was too late. I said he was playing with fire, huh uh, Playing with fire, yeah Playing with fire But it was too late. Alright come on play it one time! Oh come on! Yeah! Acid Mary was a dealer, She had a mission in life. Soon as everybody was turned on Everything would be alright. When she sold speed to a narc girl, She made a bad mistake. Yeah she was playing with fire, ha! Playing with fire, yeah Playing with fire But it was too late. Said she was playing with fire, huh uh, Playing with fire, yeah Playing with fire But it was too late. I said she was playing with fire, huh uh, Playing with fire, yeah Playing with fire But it was too late. Alright, playing with fire, now now now She was playing with fire, huh huh huh, Said she was playing with fire, but it was too late... |
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I lost my baby in outer space She's up there past the moon. Searching the heavens for her face I hope that I find her soon. We both took rocket up past the sky I lost her somewhere above. I feel so lonesome I could cry Since I lost my love. Hey, hey, what do you say ? I travel the distant stars. Hey, hey, I'll find some way To go wherever you are. Hey, hey, what do you say ? I travel the distant stars. Hey, hey, I'll find some way To go wherever you are. Now if you travel the Milky Way Far beyond the Northern Star To the place where there is no night or day To where all the planets are You may see her pass you by On a journey to the sun. Tell her that I search the skies To try and find her love. Hey, hey, what do you say ? I travel the distant stars. Hey, hey, I'll find some way To go wherever you are. Hey, hey, what do you say ? I travel the distant stars. Hey, hey, I'll find some way To go wherever you are. Hey, hey, what do you say ? I travel the distant stars. Hey, hey, I'll find some way To go wherever you are. |
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McDonald
Mr. Big Pig, he thought he was tough, He learned how to swear, you know that he learned how to curse. He got himself a gun and he learned how to shoot, He even got a gas mask and put it on his snoot. With his gun and his club hanging by his side You know that he thought he was the meanest -huh- pig alive. With his gloves on his hands and his boots on his feet He thought he was the coolest pig on the streets. Hey, you don't have to be a man to beat a man, You don't have to be a man to beat a man. Aw come on, play it for me now. Hey! You know what I'm talkin' about, I'm talkin' about Mr. Pig, the man. Mr. Big Pig, he likes to be safe, You know that he always begs for tear-gas and a little bit of mace. He loves his leather gloves, his bullet-proof vest, His great Big Pig badge pinned to his chest. With all his equipment, he feels pretty big, But it takes more than clothes to make more than a pig ? Shotguns, squad cars, walky-talkies, too, Mr. Big Pig, you just look like a fool. Hey, you don't have to be a man to beat a man. C'mon, you don't have to be a man to beat a man. Ah, come on, let's rock on now. |
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Here I sit all by myself I put all my books back on the shelf I got no thoughts to trouble my mind Balancing on the edge of time. Then suddenly the light shines through And I know just what to do I sing la la la, I sing la la la. Walking through the palm of my hand It could be a woman ? could be a man I'm not afraid of what I'll find Balancing on the edge of time. Then suddenly night turns to day I see my high life in a different way And I sing la la la, yeah, I sing la la la. I curse the days I spent in vain With nothing to lose and nothing to gain. I'll make a promise now of a different kind Balancing on the edge of time. Then suddenly new thoughts appear And I can realize some of my fears And I sing la la la, oh I sing la la la, La la la la la la la ... |
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She's one of the Eastern ladies, the hand of Fatima protects her. She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer. Her body is hanging the silver rings And when she's moving you can hear them ring She moves her hips and she moves her hands Her finger symbols start to play with her now. La la la la, la la la la. She's one of the Eastern ladies, you can feel her charisma. She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer. Slowly she moves and then faster and faster You must move quickly if you want to catch her The beat of the dumba, the sound of the hude You can understand life when you see her move. La la la, hey, la la la, hey! She's one of the Eastern ladies, you can feel her charisma, She is a living Shiva, hell of belly-dancer. Slowly she moves and then faster and faster You must move quickly if you want to catch her The beat of the dumba, the sound of the hude You can understand life when you see her move. La la la la la la la la la la. |
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Disc 3 : War War War | ||||||
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'Twas with a heart of leaden woe
Poor Alphonze went to war; And though it's true he did not know What he was fighting for, He grieved because unto Marie He'd been but three weeks wed: Tough luck! Another three and he Was listed with the dead. Marie was free if she would fain Another spouse to choose; But if she dared to wed again Her pension she would lose. And so to mourn she did prefer, And widow to remain, Like many dames whose husbands were Accounted with the slain. Yet she was made for motherhood With hips and belly broad, And should have born a bonny brood To render thanks to God. Ah! If with valour Alphonze hadn't Fallen in the fray, Proud Marie would have been a glad Great grandmother today. Yet maybe it is just as well She has not bred her kind; The ranks of unemployment swell, And flats are hard to find. For every year the human race Richly we see increase, And wonder how they'll find a place ... Well, that's the curse of Peace. So let us hail the gods of war With joy and jubilation, Who favour foolish mankind for They prune the population; And let us thank the hungry guns Forever belching doom, That slaughter bloodily our sons To give us elbow room. |
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Disc 4 : Paris Sessions | ||||||
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