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| 1. |
| 3:21 | 
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Once in a while
In a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home Hula girls And caterpillar tractors in the sand The ukulele man The fireworks This 4th of July Night ride home I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till Friday Far from the overkill Far from the overload Back at the bar The band tears down But out here in the headlight beams The silver powerlines Gleam On this 4th of July Night ride home Round the curve And a big dark horse Red taillights on his hide Is keeping right alongside Rev for stride 4th of July Night ride home I love the man beside me We love the open road No phones till Friday Far from the undertow Far from the overload Once in awhile In a big blue moon There comes a night like this Like some surrealist Invented this 4th of July Night ride home |
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| 2. |
| 5:25 |
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Magdalene is trembling
Like a washing on a line Trembling and gleaming Never before was a man so kind Never so redeeming Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Ecstasy Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) I am up a sycamore Looking through the leaves A sinner of some position Who in the world can this heart healer be This magical physician Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Misery Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) Enter the multitudes The walking wounded They come to this diver of the heart Of the multitudes Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Oh, climb down, climb down he says to me From the middle of unrest They think is light is squandered But he sees a stray in the wilderness And I see how far I've wandered Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Apathy Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) Enter the multitudes The walking wounded They come to this diver of the heart Of the multitudes Thy kingdom come Thy will be done Oh, all around the marketplace The buzzing of the flies The buzzing and the stinging Divinely barren And wickedly wise The killer nails are ringing Enter the multitudes In Exxon blue In radiation rose Tragedy Now you tell me Who you gonna get to do the dirty work When all the slaves are free? (Who're you gonna get) |
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| 3. |
| 4:32 |
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Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
in the Broadway bridge we are crawling on our knees we've got flashlights and batteries we got cold cuts from the fridge Last year about this time we used to climb up in the branches just to sway there in some breeze now the cops on the street they want Cherokee Louise People like to talk tongues are waggin' over fences they're waggin' on the phones all their doors are locked God she can't even come to our house But I know where she'll go To the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Ever since we turned 13 it's like a minefield walking to the door going out to get your 3rd degree and comin' in you get the 3rd world war Tuesday after school we put our pennies on the rails and when the train rolled by we were jumpin' round like fools going "Look no heads or tails" going "Look my lucky prize" Then she runs home to her foster dad he open up his zipper and he yanks her to her knees Oh please be here - please my friend Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel in the Broadway bridge we're crawling on our knees I've got Archie and Silver Screen I know where she is She's in the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise |
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| 4. |
| 5:15 |
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So you want me to buy you a car
Why? Because Elvis did? Darlin' come on Because Elvis gave 'em cars You think I'm cheap And you're hard done by Look-you live here like a star Rent free suite Big blue pool that you sun by Trips to tropic shores Clothes from fancy stores You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing Going to the church You chant For my downfall Chanting for my house My friends You want it all The pillows on my bed The visions in my head You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of litigation The courts are like game shows Take what's behind the curtain The jury cries I'm not going to be the jackpot At the end of your perjured rainbow Not if local justice has even one good eye Oh it's not like I was blind I saw But I took no action As you began to climb Green clawed Dissatisfaction It wasn't hard to guess That the end would be a mess You want too much You want too badly You want everything for nothing In the land of mass frustration The judges are sleeping Counting wooly little lawyers And grinding their teeth Outside my sleepless window The Hollywood sirens are shrieking While down some searchlit alley runs Some lost belief Oh I'm tangled in your lies Your scam Your spider web Spit spun between the trees Doors slam You want my head You'd eat your young alive For a jaguar in the drive You lie too much You lie too badly You want everything for nothing |
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| 5. |
| 6:54 |
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Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The centre cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time to think And the worst are full of passion Without mercy Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Hoping and hoping As if with my weak faith The spirit of this world Would heal and rise Vast are the shadows That straddle and strafe And struggle in the darkness Troubling my eyes Shaped like a lion It has the head of a man With a gaze as black And pitiless as the sun As it's moving its slow thigs Across the desert sands Through dark indignant Reeling falcons Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) Raging and raging It rises from the deep Opening its eyes After twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare Out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle By the Sea of Galilee Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) |
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| 6. |
| 7:31 |
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Back in 1957
We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of our fingers I could make our circuitry explode All we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (we were so young) Oh come in Come in from the cold We really thought we had a purpose We were so anxious to achieve We had hope The world held promise For a slave to liberty Freely I slaved away for something better And I was bought and sold And all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (we were so sure) Oh come in Come in from the cold I feel your leg under the table Leaning into mine I feel renewed I feel disabled By these bonfires in my spine I don't know who the arsonist was Which incendiary soul But all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (you were so warm) Oh come in Come in from the cold I am not some stone commission Like a statue in a park I am flesh and blood and vision I am howling in the dark Long blue shadows of the jackals Are falling on a pay phone by the road Oh, all they ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (I was so low) Oh come in Come in from the cold Is this just vulgar electricity Is this the edifying fire (it was so pure) Does your smile's covert complicity Debase as it admires (just a flu with a temperature) Are you just checking out your mojo Or am I just fighting off growing old (just a high fever) All I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (it was so pure) Oh come in Come in from the cold I know we never will be perfect Never entirely clear (when the moon shines) We get hurt and we just panic And we strike out Out of fear (you were only being kind) I fear the sentence of this solitude 200 years on hold (for my loving crime) Oh and all we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (when the moon shines) Oh come in Come in from the cold When I thought life had some meaning Then I thought I had some choice (I was running blind) And I made some value judgments In a self-important voice (I was outa line) But then absurdity came over me And I longed to lose control (into no mind) Oh all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Come in Come in from the cold (you were so kind) Please come in (so kind) Come in from the cold Come in come in Come in from the cold |
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| 7. |
| 4:53 |
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Must I forgive you
Each time And say you don't know what your're doing There are no victimless crimes I know of Out here in these graffiti ruins My love Oh I am not old I'm told But I am not young Oh and nothing can be done Don't start My heart Is a smoking gun Oh and nothing can be done I heard you leaving Late last night I heard you screaming down the mountain Like you were running red lights (Red lights) You had some trash-can-rock-band pounding Oh I am not old I'm told But I am not young Oh and nothing can be done Don't start My heart Is a smoking gun Oh and nothing can be done Must I surrender With grace The things I loved when I was younger (Sweet embrace) Must I remember your face So well What do I do here with this hunger Oh I am not old I'm told But I am not young Oh and nothing can be done Don't start My heart Is a smoking gun Oh and nothing can be done Nothing can be done Nothing can be done Oh nothing can be done |
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| 8. |
| 5:11 |
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I want to paint a picture
Botticelli style Instead of Venus on a clam I'd paint this flower child "You are the air my flowers breathe" He calls, and the ladies turn around On the first day of Spring I'm looking at the only joy around He's the only joy around The only joy I found The only joy in town The Spanish steps are crowded Bunch of bodies brooding there Dead pan side-walk vendors Hustling vacant stares Making all the more exceptional This fool in a flower crown On the first day of Spring I'm looking at the only joy in town He's the only joy around The only joy I found The only joy in town The Botticelli black boy With the fuchias in his hair Is breathing in women like oxygen On the Spanish stairs In my youth I would have followed him All through this terra-cotta town On the first day of Spring We'd dance and sing And be the only joy around We'd be the only joy around The only joy in town He's the only joy I've found All day At night these streets are empty Where does everybody go Where are the brash and tender rooms In Roman candle glow Where are Fellini's circus' La Dolce Vita clowns On the first day of Spring I'm looking At the only joy in town He's the only joy around The only joy I found The only joy in town |
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| 9. |
| 4:33 |
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Ray's Dad's Cadillac
Rollin' past the rink Past the record shack Pink fins in the falling rain Rollin' To the blue lights past the water mains Ray's Dad's Cadillac Weekends we'd get Ray's Dad's Cadillac Rock 'n roll in the dashboard Romance in the back of Ray's Dad's Cadillac Ray's dad teaches math Zero I'm a dunce I'm a decimal in his class Last night's kisses won't erase Zero I just can't keep the numbers in their place Ray's Dad's Cadillac Last night we had Ray's Dad's Cadillac Rock 'n roll in the dashboard Romance in the back of Ray's Dad's Cadillac When it comes to mathematics I got static in the attic "No sir, nothin's clear!" I'll be blackboard blind on Monday Dreamin' of blue runways On the edge of here A little atmosphere Blue lights out on airport road Motown, in a field in a farmer's grove Big planes comin' overhead Lowdown You can see the bolts You can see the tire treads Ray's Dad's Cadillac Weekends we'd get Ray's Dad's Cadillac Oh, little darlin' Rock 'n roll in the dashboard Romance in the back of Ray's Dad's Cadillac Ray's Dad's Cadillac Ray's Dad's Cadillac Ray's Dad's Cadillac |
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| 10. |
| 3:57 |
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Tomorrow is Sunday
Now there's only one day left to go Till you walk by Below my window The weekends drive me mad Holidays are oh too sad 'Cause you don't go Below my window No one knows I'm here One day I just disappeared And I took these two grey rooms up here With a view When you walk by Below my window You look so youthful Time has been untruthful Heaven knows I loved you 30 years ago Hot days your shirt's undone Rainy days you run Oh and then you fade so fast Below my window No one knows I'm here One day I just disappeared And I took these two grey rooms up here With a view Only when you walk by Below my window When you walk by Below my window Below my window Hey hey Below my window Below my window Below my window |
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