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| 1. |
| 3:32 | 
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Trinna wears her wampum beads
She fills her drawing book with lines Sweing lace on widows weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leave are filagree And her coats a second hand one Trimmed in antique luxury She is a lady of the canyon Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies round her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying, you are welcome back She is another canyon lady Estrella circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shalws Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halles and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trinna takes her pains and her threads And she weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And she gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Estrella, dear companion Colors up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Coloring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon |
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| 2. |
| 2:14 |
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They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot They took all the trees Put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people A dollar and a half just to see 'em Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Hey farmer farmer Put away that D.D.T. now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees Please! Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot Late last night I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi Took away my old man Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got Till it's gone They paved paradise And put up a parking lot |
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| 3. |
| 5:27 |
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I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm going to try an' get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But you know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust Billion year old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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| 4. |
| 2:53 |
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Lady called the blue boy, love,
She took him home Made himself an idol, yes, So he turned to stone Like a pilgrim she travelled Ta place her flowers Before his granite grace And she prayed aloud for love To waken in his face In his face, oh Sometimes in the evening He would read to her Roll her in his arms And give his seed to her She would wake in the morning Without him And go to the window And look out thru the pane But the statue in her garden He always looked the same He looked the same, ah Bring her boots of leather And she will dance for him Shyly from a feather fan She'll glance for him Here he comes after midnight To find her again He will come few times more Till he finds a lady statue Standing in a door In her door, oh |
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| 5. |
| 3:12 |
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When morning comes to Morgantown
The merchants roll their awnings down The milktrucks make their morning rounds In morning Morgantown We'll rise up early, with the sun To ride the bus while everyone is yawning And the day is young In morning Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same We'll find a table in the shade And sip our tea and lemonade And watch the morning on parade In morning Morgantown Ladies in their rainbow fashions Colored stop and go lights flashing We'll wink at total strangers passing In morning Morgantown Morning Morgantown Buy your dreams a dollar down Morning any town you name Morning's just the same I'd like to buy you everything A wooden bird with painted wings A window full of colored rings In morning Morgantown But the only thing I have to give To make you smile, to win you with Are all the mornings still to live In morning Morgantown |
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| 6. |
| 4:31 |
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I slept last night in a good hotel
I went shopping today for jewels The wind rushed around in the dirty town, and the children let out from the schools I was standing on a noisy corner, waiting for the walking green across the street he stood and he played real good, on his clarinet for free Now me I play for fortunes, and those velvet curtain calls I got a black limosine and two gentlemen escorting me to the halls And i'll play if you have the money, or if you're a friend to me But the one man band, by the quick lunch stand, He was playing real good for free Nobody stoped to hear him, though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never been on their tv so they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony I heard his refrain as the signal changed He was playing real good for free |
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| 4:51 |
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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him, Take your time, it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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| 8. |
| 4:21 |
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He comes for conversation
I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows that's what he'll find I bring him apples and cheeses He brings me songs to play He sees me when he pleases I see him in cafes And I only say, hello And turn away before his lady knows How much I want to see him She removes him, like a ring To wash her hands She only brings him out to show her friends I want to free him Secrets and sharing soda That's how our time began Love is a story told to a friend It's second hand But I'll listen to his questions I'll give my answers when they're found He says she keeps him guessing I know she keeps him down She speaks in sorry sentences Miraculous repentances I don't believe her Tomorrow he will come to me And he'll speak his sorrow's endlessly and he'll ask me why Why can't I leave her? He comes for conversation I comfort him sometimes Comfort and consultation He knows thats what he'll find He knows that's what......he'll find |
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| 9. |
| 3:22 |
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It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mothers' home She went to Florida and left you With you father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man ON the FM radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be You called me beautiful You called your mother - she was very tanned So you packed your tent and went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be |
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| 10. |
| 3:32 |
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You could have been more
Than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard While you still have the time you could get away and find A better life, you know the grind Is so ungrateful Racing cars, Whisky bars No one cares who you really are You're the keeper of the cards Yes I know it gets hard Keeping the wheels turning And the wife she keeps the keys She is so pleased to be A part of the arrangment You could have been more than a name on the door On the thirty-third floor in the air More than a consumer Lying in some room trying to die More than a credit card Swimming pool in the backyard You could have been more You could have been more You could have been more |
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