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| 1. |
| 2:49 | 
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(Hey hey hey hey... hey hey hey hey...)
Hold my head up, right foot back Take my hands down, shake my back Pull my strings and cut my rope Rattle my frame and shatter my ghost And if I can't get back in line They're gonna break me down Till the broad daylight comes through Breathe out, come alive Give me a reason to feel Take my eyes and paint my bones Drill my brain all full of holes And patch it up before it leaks These memories come two by three And if I catch these master's hands Could I spend my days on a discount revelry Breathe out, come alive Give me a reason to feel |
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| 2. |
| 2:35 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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Quand on est mort c뭙st qu뭥n est mort
Quand on ne rit plus c뭙st qu뭥n ne vit plus Quand j뭓urai coup?la ficelle Mettez-moi dans une poubelle Laissez-moi faisander un mois Et de l?jetez-moi au chat Qu뭝l refuse ma rate et mon foie Mais choissez l뭜eure pour qu뭝l me mange le c쐕r Et je reste encore avec vous Sur vos ?aules et vos genoux Que je sois puiqu뭝l faut qu뭥n existe Le chat du caf?des artistes Et si le pain vient ?manquer Je serai l?et n뭜?itez pas Brisez-moi les pattes et le cou Et puis mangez-moi ?m?e le chat Ce ne sera pas la premi?e fois Qu뭥n aura mang?un artiste Quand on est mort c뭙st qu뭥n est mort Quand on ne rit plus, c뭙st qu뭥n ne vit plus Quand il a coup?la ficelle On l뭓 mis dans une poubelle Et puis ils m뭥nt oubli?l? L?l?l?l?l?l?l?l? Comme ils ont oubli?le chat Comme ils oublieront ma t?e et mes chansons Ce ne sera pas la derni?e fois Que l뭥n oubliera un artiste Quand on est mort c뭙st qu뭥n est mort Quand on ne rit plus, c뭙st qu뭥n ne vit plus Quand il a coup?la ficelle On l뭓 mis dans une poubelle Et puis ils m뭥nt oubli?l? L?l?l?l?l?l?l?l?x2 |
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| 4. |
| 2:00 |
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Help me to see
What it's all coming to Crums on the table And mud on these shoes Treading so long I can't see where we've been Tracks on the trail and nails digging in Who's to say it's all for the best in the end Some hands will rob you and some hands will beg some say they'll stay Till the last dying day But if actions can't speak and words cannot do what then thousands armies can't even fight through Who's to say it's all for the best in the end who's to say it's all the best in the end |
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| 5. |
| 2:41 |
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She's sliding, she's sliding down to the depth of the world
She's fighting, she's fighting the urge to make a .... Heaven can wait and hell's too far ago Somewhere between what you need and what you know And they're trying to drive that escalator into the ground She's hiding, she's hiding on a battleship of baggage and bones There's thunder, there's lightening in an avalanche of faces you know Heaven can wait and hell's too far ago Somewhere between what you need and what you know And they're trying to drive that escalator into the ground You left your credentials in a greyhound station with a first aid kit and a flashlight Going to a ..... unknown Heaven can wait and hell's too far ago Somewhere between what you need and what you know And they're trying to drive that escalator into the ground |
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| 6. |
| 3:21 |
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If I had my way
I'd cross the desert to the sea Learn to speak in tongues something That makes sense to you and me I'd like to unplug the phone Sending messages with a mirror Stand on the old plateau With a satellite dish and Geronimo's ghost Down in the Rio Del Sol I sunk my suitcase alone Filled up the Amazon With snakes and vines and ropes for my clothes Me And Jane Doe and Rousseau We've got nowhere to go Walking through cactus and stones With our bare hands mining for gold Down in the city so cold Shining like razors in the sun You can go there anytime that you like And try to find happiness from a gun |
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| 7. |
| 3:39 |
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You could have it all
You could pawn it off You could learn to crawl Where you used to walk And I... I'm only burning vanities You could tell a tale You could sell it off You could find a grail Made of cinder block And I... I'm only burning vanities |
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| 8. |
| 2:46 |
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I walk in a line
I see where I'm going I turn inside out The days that I've known I face to myself And give up the ghost I turn in my mind What time already knows In the Time Of The Assassins They say hallelujah It doesn't take a miracle to raise a Heart from the dead I sift through the ash I look for a sign I open the wound That keeps me in line The shoulder that turns The flame that goes out The chapter I close There's no point to it now In the Time Of The Assassins They say hallelujah it doesn't take a miracle to raise a Heart from the dead And can something change But still feel the same The beginning's the end I start all over again In the Time Of The Assassins They say hallelujah it doesn't take a miracle to raise a Heart from the dead |
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| 9. |
| 2:53 |
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Train, train
Come and gone My rum coco My cold empty Shake, shake Sugaree Shoo, shoo fly Don't come back again X X the eyes C. C. Rider riding On the morning tide To the fall horizon Sic, sic the wolves And hope it don't get ugly A trick pony He don't know me He don't know me at all Knock, knock Go away Pull the trigger And see your shadow laughing Transatlantic There's no one there It's no cold comfort With your conscience calling X X the eyes C. C. Rider riding On the morning tide To the fall horizon Sic, sic the wolves And hope it don't get ugly A trick pony He don't know me He don't know me at all |
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| 10. |
| 2:25 |
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Crooked man down a crooked mile
Crooked backbone, crossed out smile Crooked cat, crooked mouse We live together in a crooked little house We're all fine, we're all fine We fit together like worms on a line We're so good, we're so nice We stick together like dirty horse flies Crooked eyes, crooked tooth Crooked mind bending back the truth A crooked road on a crooked town Looking down at the crumbs on the ground We're all fine, we're all fine We fit together like nickles on a dime We're so good, we're so nice We talk the mumbo jumbo Greenwich Mean Time We're all fine, we're all fine We fit together like nickles on a dime We're so good, we're so nice We talk the mumbo jumbo Greenwich Mean Time |
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| 11. |
| 3:18 |
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Red River, keep on rolling down
It's been a long time since I let my hair hang down I'll take my time before I go under the ground Oh dandelion, tell me what you're thinking now Shape I'm in, I better get back home soon I got one eye on the road and one eye on the big black moon Dandelion, won't you tell me what to do Ironsides rusting in the railroad rain Now I found out what the Captain of the Morning was saying Dandelion, better hope your mother's praying Dumb luck is the only luck I ever knew I'd make a wish but I don't think it'd ever come true Dandelion, I guess I'll leave it up to you Belle Starr, she doesn't have any shoes She walks crooked and paints her eyelids blue Dandelion, I wanna go there too |
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| 12. |
| 4:05 |
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Voyage au bout de la nuit
Voyage au bout de la nuit Voyage au bout de la nuit Plumes sauvages Le mirage Kerozene Au gris gris Rattlesnake Cadillac Race humaine Espace vie Voyage au bout de la nuit We could go au bout du monde Till the end of the night We could go au bout du monde Till the end of the night Voyage au bout de la nuit We could go, oh Journey till the end of the world Guitare noire Lame rasoire Porte bonheur Accroche coeur Vagabond Bottle blond Cicatrice Sacrifice Voyage au bout de la nuit We could go au bout du monde Till the end of the night We could go au bout du monde Till the end of the night Voyage au bout de la nuit We could go, oh Journey till the end of the world Voyage au bout de la nuit |
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| 13. |
| 5:15 |
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I collect many things
And keep them all close to me To the ceiling from the floor I'm tripping on them constantly Pixelated faces play On the blown out TV screen Footage from a camera, These days I'm fast-forwarding I see a pattern start to form Over time it's surfacing Like a face I recognize It never says anything I add up all these moments In a long narrow ledger Decimals of pain Integers of pleasure The sum of all these parts I don't know how to measure They keep on adding up They just keep on adding up The collector, la collectioneuse The collector, la collectioneuse The collector, la collectioneuse The collector, la collectioneuse J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere L'automne est morte souviens-t'en Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre Odeur du temps brin de bruyere Et souviens-toi que je t'attends J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arriere Les cadavres de mes jours Que lentement passent les heures Comme passe un enterrement Tu pleureras l'heure ou tu pleures Qui passera trop vitement Comme passe toutes les heures. Et toi mon coeur pourquoi bats-tu? Comme un guetteur melancolique J'observe la nuit et la mort Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure |
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