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She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run |
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| 2. |
| 5:10 |
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Life springs eternal
On a gaudy neon street Not that I care at all I spent the best part of my losing streak In an Army Jeep For what I can't recall Oh I'm banging on my TV set And I check the odds And I place my bet I pour a drink And I pull the blinds And I wonder what I'll find I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good Used to be I could drive up to Barstow for the night Find some crossroad trucker To demonstrate his might But these days it seems Nowhere is far enough away So I'm leaving Las Vegas today I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm standing in the middle of the desert Waiting for my ship to come in But now no joker, no jack, no king Can take this loser hand And make it win I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I quit my job as a dancer At the Lido des Girls Dealing blackjack until one or two Such a muddly line between The things you want And the things you have to do I'm Leaving Las Vegas Lights so bright Palm sweat, blackjack On a Saturday night Leaving Las Vegas Leaving for good, for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving for good I'm leaving Las Vegas And I won't be back No I won't be back Not this time |
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| 3. |
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God, I feel like hell tonight
Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man? Nothing's true and nothing's right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can't change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go Just try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man? When I've shown you that I just don't care When I'm throwing punches in the air When I'm broken down and I can't stand Will you be MAN ENOUGH to be my man? Lie to me I promise I'll believe Lie to me But please don't leave |
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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Took your car
Drove to Texas Sorry honey But I suspected we were through And I can't cry anymore Since I left Been feelin' better cause that's What you get when you Stay together too long And I can't cry anymore [Chorus] Wouldn't it be good if we could hop a flight to anywhere So long to this life So much for pretending Bad luck's never ending And now I know that Money comes is But the fact is There's not enough to Pay my taxes And I can't cry anymore Well, got a brother He's got real problems Heroin - no There's just no stopping him tonight And I won't cry anymore Chorus It's never ending It could be worse I could've missed my calling Sometimes it hurts But when you read the writing on the wall Can't cry anymore Chorus And too much time I've been spending With my heart in my hands waiting for time to come and mend it I can't cry anymore |
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| 4:09 |
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Pouring in and around the great wellspring
Of simple feeling And I need bearings in the face of your Cool cool fire Walking backwards with the pounding of your voice Makes my soul tired And concrete is As concrete doesn't And voices can drown Why should I Why should I Why should I Why should I Solidify Make me real So you can see me I guess you thought I'd hide the sun from my liquid thoughts and Make ice for you You thought I'd seed my clouds With the rain of your personal dreams I guess you thought I'd throw confetti At your parade of lofty thoughts I guess you thought I'd shine good morning In some good morning Jack Surprise Why should I Why should I Why should I Why should I Solidify Make me real So you can see me |
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| 6. |
| 3:13 |
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Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic Rock a buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me 37 million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen U.S. Army only wants a few straight men Na na na na na na na na na na na na Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway Gotta get a TV set for my car Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na Sanaflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail Eat sleep live die fucking record label G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong Maybe if I'd him I'd have had a hit song Na-na, na-na na-na, na-na na-na na-na |
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| 5:30 |
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It's obvious the trouble we're in
When your father pulls up in a Mercedes Benz He says he just happened to be in the neighborhood But before he leaves he slips the landlord the rent You say, "It's just a question of eliminating obstacles" As you throw your dinner out the kitchen door You say, "I know how you try" But honey, let's eat out tonight No one said it would be easy But no one said it'd be this hard No one said it would be easy No one thought we'd come this far You can't seem to ever fold up a shirt I bring it up and you think I'm a jerk But I think we're here to stay I can't imagine it any other way No one said it would be easy But no one said it'd be this hard No one said it would be easy No one thought we'd come this far Sometimes I wonder who he's picturing When he looks at me and smiles No one said it would be easy No one said it'd be this hard No one said it would be easy No one thought we'd come this far Oh, and look we've come this far |
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| 8. |
| 4:14 |
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I'm so glad you're awake
That you're not like the others Cause they're so straight-laced And no fun Gosh that's nice That lingerie Makes me feel like Oh, I don't know You're a very pretty thing You remind me of someone You must have heard Some awful nasty things about me, but What I can do for you There's no one else On God's green earth can do What I can do for you There's no one else On God's green earth can do Just ask anybody They'll tell you that it's true There's no one else on earth Can do the things that I can do for you You're never gonna make it All by yourself You're gonna need a friend You're gonna need my help I have so much to offer If you just be nice If you do what I say And don't make me say it twice Do you mind if I just Rub my hand up thus Come on just my hand Come on just my hand You got to understand I'm gonna be your man I'm gonna be your man You're gonna need me |
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| 9. |
| 4:34 |
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Hit it!
This ain't no disco It ain't no country club either This is LA! "All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die," Says the man next to me out of nowhere It's apropos of nothing He says his name's William but I'm sure He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy And he's plain ugly to me And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world are washing their cars On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing As best they can in skirts in suits They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks Back to the phone company, the record store too Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause [Chorus] All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun I got a feeling I'm not the only one All I wanna do is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard I like a good beer buzz early in the morning And Billy likes to peel the labels From his bottles of Bud He shreds them on the bar Then he lights every match in an oversized pack Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers before blowing and cursing them out And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor And a happy couple enters the bar Dangerously close to one another The bartender looks up from his want ads *Chorus Otherwise the bar is ours, The day and the night and the car wash too The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty cars The sun and the moon but *Chorus |
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| 5:39 |
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Downstairs they're playing Kenton
The house set to swing I lay in my bed And listen to everything Cause Leo's in rare form tonight His trombone sings so sweet This is the room Where they all come to meet He said I do what I can I live for the moment And that's who I am Yeah that's who I am And isn't it good If we could freeze moments in time We all would But I do what I can I do what I can Downstairs he's playing Kenton The Magnavox sighs But oh how the music has changed In all of our lives He says "nobody listens To modern jazz" And I'll never have what those guys have He says I do what I can I work for a living And that's who I am Yeah that's who I am And it's good to be alive But everything's different since Leo died I do what I can Is this the end of the modern world What could it mean for a young girl Who sees the pain on his face He does what he can The procession on the TV screen What could it possibly mean for a man Who's come this far just to turn around Could there still be life in Kenton's swing With the Kennedys gone and everything Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers Riots down the street and discontented mothers We do what we can Downstairs it's quiet Less alive somehow Somehow he was everything that I am now And he says I do what I can I work for a living And that's who I am And that's who I am But it's good to be alive And these are the choices We make to survive You do what you can |
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| 11. |
| 5:34 |
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"I Shall Believe"
Come to me now And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key Never again would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe |
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| 4:02 |
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Wake me up when you are over
Cause I don't want to hear you say That you've got worries on your shoulder Well, I'd love to say they'd up and go away I know that you ain't cryin' But that don't mean that you don't feel Deep inside you might be dying That may be the only thing that's ever real It's a reach around jerk in a button-down shirt Talking sweet to keep all the little people happy When the talk is cheap, the shit gets deep Better face reality that everybody's had a bad day or two They don't treat you like the way you think they should So you lick your bitter wounds, turn and blame the government, Establishment, hide your head so no one sees you when you're down Wake me up when you are over Let me know how long it took If you ever need my sympathy Honey, here's how deep you're gonna have to look I know when you get older You'll learn the art of how to please But right now you're just getting colder And my love is gonna bring you to your knees It's a reach around jerk in a button-down shirt Talking sweet to keep all the little people happy When the talk is cheap, the shit gets deep Better face reality that everybody's had a bad day or two They don't treat you like the way you think they should So you lick your bitter wounds, turn and blame the government, Establishment, hide your head so no one sees you when you're down If you need me, I am able And if you need me, I'll be here But when you reach across the table Honey, you won't find me shedding any tears |
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| 2:05 |
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Video countdown cyber phallic optics
Profligate talk shows scrounging for a topic Rock-a-buy gravy train cradle's gonna rock me 37 million's what Larry Parker got me World War XIV, my first Sony Beatles wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni Billy Jean Burger King chauvinist pig pen U.S. Army only wants a few straight men Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be Madonna but the price is too high, very Perfect rhythm Nazis in the pagan rhythm nation Everybody's equal in the glow of radiation Gotta four-wheel drive and I park it in the driveway When I get drunk I drive it on the parkway Gotta get a TV set for my car Tonight's the Battle of the Network Stars Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Saniflush Bud-Bowl makin' me sick Cause anybody in a helmet looks just like a dick Steely Dan rather be hammer than a nail The Serbs, the Poles, and the check's in the mail Eat sleep live die fucking record label G Gordon Liddy under the table, table, table Clarence Thomas organ grinder Frank Dileo's dong Maybe if I'd let him I'd have had a hit song Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah Aaaaaaaah... Volvo cowgirl 99, yeah yeah! |
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| 6:01 |
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| 4:48 |
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When I was young
I never needed anyone And making love was just for fun Those days are gone Livin' alone I think of all the friends I've known When I dial the telephone Nobody's home All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself Anymore Hard to be sure Sometimes I feel so insecure And loves so distant and obscure Remains the cure All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself Anymore All by myself Don't wanna live All by myself Anymore When I was young I never needed anyone And making love was just for fun Those days are gone All by myself Don't wanna be All by myself Anymore All by myself Don't wanna live Oh Don't wanna live By myself, by myself Anymore By myself Anymore Oh All by myself Don't wanna live I never, never, never Needed anyone |
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| 4:37 |
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I stood close enough to hear you say,
Do as the beautiful once did, Tore up my picture from it's frame, Just wanted to be one of you. Standing on the outside, looking. Funny how you see the truth, But the feeling does come back to you. She's crazy as anyone can be, That's what they say, they say of me. Wanting love can make one do, It isn't my fault, heredity. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. State of gray, state of sin. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. Cannot feel a single thing, But the feeling does come back again. This morning feels like yesterday, Yesterday followed me along, Where do you go when no one cares? Six feet under, underground. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. State of gray, state of sin. Standing on the outside, looking, looking. I Cannot feel a single thing, But the feeling will come back again...again. |
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| 4:21 |
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Oh oh oh oh oh
You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh You don't have to go Ay ay ay ay ay All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay Ooh those tears I cry ay ay Baby please don't go When I read the letter you wrote me It made me mad mad mad When I read the words that it told me It made me sad sad sad I still love you so I can't let you go I love you ooh baby I love you Oh oh oh oh oh Every breath I take oh oh oh oh Every move I make oh oh Baby please don't go Ay ay ay ay ay It hurts me to my soul oh oh It hurts me to my soul oh oh Baby please don't go When I read the letter you sent me You made me mad mad mad When I read the news that it told me It made me sad sad sad I still love you so I can't let you go I love you ooh baby I love you Oh you hurt me so That's a big no no You shouldn't hurt me Oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh oh You don't have to go oh oh oh oh Baby |
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"I Shall Believe"
Come to me now And lay your hands over me Even if it's a lie Say it will be alright And I shall believe I'm broken in two And I know you're on to me That I only come home When I'm so all alone But I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly you won't give up on me And I shall believe And I shall believe Open the door And show me your face tonight I know it's true No one heals me like you And you hold the key Never again would I turn away from you I'm so heavy tonight But your love is alright And I do believe That not everything is gonna be the way You think it ought to be It seems like every time I try to make it right It all comes down on me Please say honestly You won't give up on me And I shall believe I shall believe |
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