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In my head it's a city at night
Static gauge with the rush and the lights And on this concourse you look very fine But this place here is no friend of mine And what you know can only mean one thing And what you know can only mean one thing Rooted to the place that you sprang from And this dirt was a building before Tore it down before they opened the door Don't shout, don't holler, don't you cry What's past we'll just leave it behind and I rode horse-shaped fire draggin' stereo wire and we rode chemicals until the breaking of dawn and I rose over a town, raised up by the sound of its drum and I rose out on the porches, again making horses lay down and this place here is no friend of mine what's past, we'll just leave it behind and what you know can only mean one thing and what you know could only mean one thing rooted to the place that you sprang from |
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Well, into the desert we must go
So into the desert we go Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will And you will grow out of me As naturally as branches from a tree Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will But you know they will swing Swing their swords for show While you turn your flower pedals so slow You said the desert will eat us alive I said I make the decisions You just drive You just drive And I saw the windmill raise from the ground And I heard the wind come creeping around Call it an act of easy mercy To tear the structure down Call it whatever you will Call it whatever you will 'Cause you know they will swing Swing their swords for show While you turn your flower pedals so slow But I am amazed at how they go I am amazed at how they go I am amazed at how they go So call it whatever you will Call it a ritual Call it whatever you will 'Cause you know they will swing Swing their swords for show |
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| 5:02 |
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Language City is a bad old place
We all know Where eyeballs float in space We all know We were tired, we can't sleep It's crowded here, none of us leave Language City don't mean a thing to me Audiences, the same program is always on I'd infer, it's best to avoid the law When your wife wakes up and sees Shut the blinds and block out the street Language City don't mean a thing to me All this working Just to tear it down All this working Just to tear it down Language City is a bad, old place We all know Eyeballs float in space We all know We're tired, we can't sleep It's crowded in the street Language City don't mean a thing to me I been here so long my heart is a parking lot Hollow feet rooted to the spot But the fields are beyond belief From tower out to where I can see Language City don't mean a thing to me All this working Just to tear it down All this working Just to tear it down On the telephone On the telephone On the telephone Someone's counting the hours In a paper room In a paper room In a paper room Somebody's counting the hours Know I know it's true From above this room Somebody's counting the hours The hours The hours The houuuuurs Oh the long bitter road Let us down Oh the ringing telephone There's no one around We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home We are not at home Hang on the telephone Hang on the telephone Hang on the telephone Hang on the telephone |
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| 5. |
| 6:01 |
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California dreamer
Tell me why did you go? I carved your ever fading figure Into the ever dying snow I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around Like a teenager in town Where all the other young lovers are found And I think I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow And you were dreaming of Los Angeles While I was singing songs you wrote You quietly gave away the winter clothes I made for you While I made angels in the snow I would have left if you just asked me to Or come to me before the preacher Now you're surviving And I thought I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow And I thought I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow Do the young stay pretty? Do the pretty stay quick? You know, but you never surrender The city doesn't belong to you anymore California dreamer You dream of seasons that never die You go to oceans that never touch the ice You dream of seasons that never die You go to oceans that never touch the ice You dream of seasons that never die You go to oceans that never touch the ice I surrender, the city to slender Creature's getting younger and younger And I think I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow And I think I mighta heard you on the radio But the radio waves were like snow Do the young stay pretty? Do the pretty stay quick? You know, but you never surrender The city doesn't belong to you anymore California dreamer I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around Like a teenager in town With all the other young lovers, their mothers have been found California dreamer |
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| 3:26 |
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Darling please, let's get out of here
On a train to who-knows-where I got a feeling that I can't explain We have to leave this place, we won't go back again Getting tired of landscapes, were just floating Rolling past the grey estates Oh oh, oh oh We'll put the fire in your stomach out Movie tans all across your mouth Up through the window, the neon sing It blinks the telegraphs that don't mean a thing And we crawl on to our destination Rolling past the grey estates Oh oh, oh oh Rushing through a new world A new world, a new world, It's just a minute away So let the needle on the compass swing Let the iron in your heart's blood ring Strike up the band as the ship goes down And if it's loud enough it will erase the sound Of a hundred thousand sad inventions Let them rot inside the grey estate Oh oh - oh oh Rushing through a new world A new world, a new world, It's just a minute away I'm half-awake and the world is ending All across the border just a minute away I'm half-awake and the world is ending Across the border just a minute, just a minute away |
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| 6:31 |
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In this house
There's no order There's no loss of love out here If it's over And though I call out to you something is haunting these four walls Baby, you know it's true I will crawl Right back to you Under swollen summer sky, I'll be there soon I feel tall, tall, On new, fast days There's no room to breathe but I don't think twice We'll be there soon Soon Well I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me breathe I'll answer my trick of the hour, let me leave I'll answer my And we hold it My heart is clean Like a cratered moon And the sea Of darkling mood And I'll be true True to you We may consume ourselves but then I don't think twice We'll be there soon Soon I'll answer my Trick of the hour Let me breathe I'll answer my Trick of the hour Let me leave I'll answer mine Then we hold it Oh, oh There's nothing here Oh, oh There's nothing here Here |
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| 4:19 |
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Time after time you will forgive me
Like an animal in your care But give it time and you will outlive me And take the bow back you put in my hair Made a parade of myself in the street outside your house For the New York photographer there I fell for crime I fell for beauty I fell for you because you're the one that cared And when I die you can put on costumes In the style of the clothes I wore And sing the songs your mother taught you When you were too young to know that this was what they were for Like some dead relative you will remember me most By my funeral and all the beautiful toasts you made Take back the spade We've both been filling up our days like we were filling a grave You let me hang hang hang around You put your ribbons in my hair It's in this language that I found I am an animal in your care Animal in your care Animal in your care Animal in your care It's in this language that I found I am an animal in your care |
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| 9. |
| 10:52 |
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While stumbling where our hearts beat regular time
Where the landscapes dump on rivers flowing by We're just drifting all night long, hands to the sky And our captain, oh, he is never denied I hear them sinking out from shore, hands at their sides And we find a rock to hold the head to tear at the sky We're just drifting all night long here with the flies And our captain, oh, he is never denied As if you didn't know that it would sting Kissing the beehive Pissing down the mountainside while nude in the rain As if you didn't know that it would sting Kissing the beehive And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring Well, we lie on frigid shores of light We knew nothing of this bitter hand of war Something strange in the coals tonight Still we knew nothing of these bitter hands of war I wish I could believe in you Crashing all the weddings wearing white But we all hate the landlord, baby, it's alright, it's alright I wish I could believe in who you are You held your cap in the air and you called it a guitar You put your face on the glass and you call it good cinema As if you didn't know that it would sting Oh, oh, oh, oh Jonathan, Jonathan, waterfalls are running thin You know here's a holy grail for you to hold and Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole I'm not a wild party, I'm just an evening at the show Put the ring back on, and take your husband home and Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole, oh, oh, oh Radio, radio, why did you leave Virginia's side It's an alibi, we all know how the music died Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Jonathan, Jonathan, waterfalls are running thin You know here's a finger made for me, for you to hold and Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Estranged from the captain's light And his bitter hand Oh, oh, oh, oh... |
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