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I'm waiting for my man
Got 26 dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 125 feelin' sick and dirty Huh, I'm waiting for my man Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown Hey white boy, you chasin' my women around Pardon me sir, it's furthest from my mind I'm just waitin' for a dear-dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man, come on Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody's pinned you and nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Hey baby, don't you holler, don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, feeling so fine until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man man-man-man-man-man-man-man |
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Vicious you hit me with a flower You do it every hour oh, baby, you're so vicious Vicious you want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar pick huh, baby, you're so vicious When I watch you come baby, I just want to run far away You're not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I want to meet Oh, baby, you're so vicious you're just so vicious Vicious hey, you hit me with a flower You do it every hour oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious hey, why don't you swallow razor blades You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade but baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 'Cause you're so vicious baby, you're so vicious Vicious, vicious vicious, vicious Vicious, vicious vicious, vicious ... |
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White light
White light going messin' up my mind Don't you know, it's gonna make me go blind White heat White heat, it tickle me down to my toes White light Oh, have mercy, white light have it, goodness knows White light White light going messin' up my brain White light Ooooh, white light it's gonna drive me insane White heat Ooooh, white heat, it tickle me down to my toes White light Ooooh, white light, I said now, goodness knows Do it Ooooh, white light I surely do love watch that stuff shooting itself in Ooooh, white light Watch that side, watch that side Don't you know, gonna be dead and bright Ooooh, white heat Yeah foxy mama, watch her walking down the street Ooooh, white light Come upside, your head gonna make a dead end on your street White light White light light moving me drain my brain White light Gonna make me really go insane White heat Ooooh, white heat, it tickle me down to my toes White light Ooooh, white light, I said now, goodness knows White light Ooooh, white light, it's lightin' up my eyes White light Don't you know it fills me up with surprise White heat Ooooh, white heat, tickle me down to my toes White light Ooooh, white light, I tell you now, goodness knows work at it Ooooh she surely do move speed Ooooh, white light Watch that speed freak, watch that speed freak Everybody gonna make it every week Ooooh, white heat Oh, sputter mutter, everybody gonna kill their mother White light Here she comes, here she comes Everybody get it, make me run, do it, higher |
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Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest and me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band, huh Ridin' in a Stutz Bearcat, Jim you know those were different times Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse and those ladies they rolled their eyes Sweet Jane, oh Sweet Jane, oh-oh Sweet Jane I'll tell you something that Jack, he is a banker and Jane, she is a clerk And both of them save their monies ha, and when, when they come home from work Ooohhh-wah, sittin' down by the fire, oh-wah the radio does play the classical music there, Jim "The March Of The Wooden Soldiers", all you protest kids you can hear Jack say, get ready, ah Sweet Jane, ah, come on baby Sweet Jane, oh, oh, oh-ah Sweet Jane Some people they like to go out dancing and other people they have to work, just watch me now And there's even some evil mothers, haha well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt You know that women never really faint and that villains always blink their eyes, ooohhh And that, you know children are the only ones who blush and that life is just to die But anyone who ever had a heart oh, they wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who ever played a part oh, they wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, oh, wow-woh Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane Sweet Jane, Sweet Jane ... |
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Somtimes I feel so happy
Somtimes I feel so sad Somtimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby you just make me mad Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Tought of you as my moutaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had but could,t keep I've had but couldn't keep Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of me Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said money is like us in time It lies but can't stand up Down for you is up Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes It was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sin Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eye |
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Jealousy, endlessly
sweeps through my mind Jealousy, often causes me to be unkind I'm sorry I said that I'm sorry I did that I'm sorry I hit you I'm sorry, I'm sorry Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly jealous of me The man that you thought I could be turning red with jealousy Endlessly jealousy eats through my skull Endlessly jealousy makes me feel dull Fighting endless jealous fighting I feel my fingers tightening tightening, please don't break her arm Jealously thinking of you of your endless possession of me Of my jealousy, endlessly, jealousy, endlessly jealous of you Sorry, running to a phone to say I'm sorry, running out of dimes the phone on the street spits at me have a good day Sorry, please you know how I am sorry I've been this way for Oh, so long, endlessly, zealously jealous of you Jealousy, endlessly eats through my mind Jealousy, endlessly makes me be unkind I'm sorry I said that I'm sorry I did that I'm sorry I hit you I'm sorry, I'm sorry Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly jealous of me Endlessly jealous of you being endlessly jealous of me Endlessly jealous of you Endlessly jealous of you Endlessly jealous of you Endlessly jealous of you |
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Sally dances on the floor
she says that she can't do it anymore She walks down St. Marks Place and eats natural food at my place Now Sally can't dance no more she can't get off of the floor Sally can't dance no more they found her in the trunk of a Ford ooohhh, she can't dance no more Sally is loosing her face she lives on St. Marks Place In a rent-controlled apartment, eighty dollars a month she has lots of fun, she has lots of fun, but Sally can't dance no more, ooohhh Sally can't dance no more She took too much meth and can't get off the floor now Sally, she can't dance no more She was the first girl in the neighborhood to wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should She was the first girl that I ever seen that had flowers painted on her jeans She was the first girl in her neighborhood who got raped on Tompkins Square, real good Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon and she kills the boys and acts like a son Sally can't dance no more, ooohhh, now Sally can't dance no more She can't get herself off the floor, ah, huh Sally, ooohhh, she can't dance no more Watch this, now Sally became a big model she moved up to eighties and park She had a studio apartment and that's where she used to ball, folk singers and that's where she used to ball, folk singers, but Sally, she can't dance no more Sally, she can't dance no more Sally can't get herself off of the floor now, Sally, she can't dance no more (Sally can't dance) (Sally can't dance) She knew all the really right people she went to Le Jardin She danced with Picasso's illegitimate m |
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I believe in good times now
and I believe in shows And I believe in the iron cross and as everybody knows I believe in good time music yeah, good time rock 'n' roll I believe in music, music, music it'll satisfy your soul, but - Ah, I believe love (Good time music) yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, now, I believe in love (Good time music) I believe in party time and I believe in soul And I believe in temptation and knock, knock, knocking at your door And I believe in good times yeah, good times rock 'n' roll Yeah, I believe in music, music, music it'll satisfy your soul, but you know that - Ah, I believe love (Good time music) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah, I believe love (Good time music) I believe (I believe), I believe (I believe) I believe in love I believe (I believe), I believe (I believe) yeah, I believe in love I believe (I believe), I believe (I believe) yeah, I believe in love I believe (I believe), I believe,(I believe) yeah, I believe in love Yeah, I believe in love, good time music good time rock 'n' roll Good time music good time rock 'n' roll Good time music good time rock 'n' roll Good time music good time rock 'n' roll ... |
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Satellite's gone up to the skies Thing like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I like to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of Satellite's gone way up to Mars Soon it will be filled with parking cars I watch it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of I've been told that you've been bold with Harry, Mark and John Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday with Harry, Mark and John Satellite's gone up to the skies Thing like that drive me out of my mind I watched it for a little while I love to watch things on TV Satellite of love satellite of love Satellite of love satellite of Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love Satellite of love ... |
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Holly came from Miami F.L.A.
hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A. Plucked her eyebrows on the way shaved her leg and then he was a she She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side Candy came from out on the island in the backroom she was everybody's darling But she never lost her head even when she was given head She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side and the coloured girls go Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Little Joe never once gave it away everybody had to pay and pay A hustle here and a hustle there New York city is the place where they said Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I Said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side - 간 주 중- Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets lookin' for soul food and a place to eat Went to the Apollo you should have seen him go go go They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side all right, huh Jackie is just speeding away thought she was James Dean for a day Then I guess she had to crash valium would have helped that dash She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side and the coloured girls say Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo |
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When she walked on down the street She was like a child staring at her feet But when she passed the bar and she heard the music play She had to go in and sing it had to be that way She had to go in and sing it had to be that way And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day After the applause had died down And the people drifted away She climbed down off the bar and went out the door To the hotel that she called home It had greenish walls a bathroom in the hall And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day And I said no, no, no oh, Lady Day ... |
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You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe it or not, I wanted to play football for the coach All those older guys, they said he was mean and cruel But you know, I wanted to play football for the coach They said I was a little too light weight to play line-back so I say I'm playing right-in Wanted to play football for the coach 'Cause, you know some day, man, you gotta stand up straight Unless you're gonna fall, then you're going to die And the straightest dude I ever knew was standing right for me all the time So I had to play football for the coach And I wanted to play football for the coach When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour And you find that your soul, it has been up for sale And you getting to think about all the things that you done And you getting to hate just about everything But remember the princess who lived on the hill Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong And right now she just might come shining through and the glory of love - Glory of love, glory of love just might come through And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off They're talking behind your back saying, man You are never going to be no human being And you start thinking again about all those things that you've done And who it was and what it was And all the different things you made every different scene Aww, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a sewer And just remember: different people have peculiar tastes And the glory of love, the glory of love, the glory of love might see you through Yeah, but now, now, glory of love - The glory of love, the glory of love might see you through Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love Glory of love, glory of love Glory of love, now, glory of love, now Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love, see you through Oh, my Coney Island baby, now (I'm a Coney Island baby, now) I'd like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel Here's to all the kids at PS 192 Coney Island baby Man, I swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you |
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Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park And then later When it gets dark we go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo then later I move to and Then home Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow |
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In Berlin, by the wall
you were five foot ten inches tall It was very nice candlelight and Dubonnet on ice We were in a small cafe you could hear the guitars play It was very nice it was paradise |
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How do you think it feels
when you're speeding and lonely, come here baby How do you think it feels when all you can say is if only If only I had a little if only I had some change, come here baby If only, if only, if only How do you think it feels and when do you think it stops How do you think it feels when you've been up for five days, come down here mama Hunting around always, ooohhh 'cause you're afraid of sleeping How do you think it feels to feel like a wolf and foxy How do you think it feels To always make love by proxy, huh how do you think it feels And when do you think it stops when do you think it stops |
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Caught between the twisted stars
the plotted lines the faulty map that brought Columbus to New York Betwixt between the East and West he calls on her wearing a leather vest the earth squeals and shudders to a halt A diamond crucifix in his ear is used to help ward off the fear that he has left his soul in someone's rented car Inside his pants he hides a mop to clean the mess that he has dropped into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell And Romeo wanted Juliette and Juliette wanted Romeo And Romeo wanted Juliette and Juliette wanted Romeo Romeo Rodriguez squares his shoulders and curses Jesus runs a comb through his black pony-tail He's thinking of his lonely room the sink that by his bed gives off a stink then smells her perfume in his eyes And her voice was like a bell Outside the street were steaming the crack dealers were dreaming of an Uzi someone had just scored I betcha I could hit that light with my one good arm behind my back says little Joey Diaz Brother give me another tote those downtown hoods are no damn good those Italians need a lesson to be taught This cop who died in Harlem you think they'd get the warnin' I was dancing when his brains run out on the street And Romeo had Juliette and Juliette had her Romeo And Romeo had Juliette and Juliette had her Romeo I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag with Latin written on it that says "it's hard to give a shit these days" Manhattan's sinking like a rock into the filthy Hudson what a shock they wrote a book about it they said it was like ancient Rome The perfume burned his eyes holding tightly to her thighs And something flickered for a minute and then it vanished and was gone |
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When I was six, I had my first lady
When I was eight, my first drink When I was fourteen, I was speeding in the streets What could anybody say to me? You can call me Mister, you can call me Sir But don't you point your finger at me I want a mistrial to clear my name I want a mistrial in front of the people I want a mistrial to clear my name I want to bring my case to the people of New York City When I was thirty, my attitude was bad If I said differently it'd be a lie But there's some smarts you learn down in the street That a college education can't buy You can call me Mister, or you can call me Sir But don't you point your finger at me, oh Oh, I want a mistrial to clear my name I want a mistrial in front of the people I want a mistrial to clear my name I want to bring my case to in front of the people at New York City You can call me Mister, or you can call me Sir But don't you point your finger at me, yeah I want a mistrial to clear my name I want a mistrial in front of the people, I, I I want a mistrial to clear my name I want to bring my case to the people at New York City And I said "M-I-S-T-R-I-A-L", mistrial In front of all the people I said "M-I-S-T-R-I-A-L", mistrial In front of the people of New York City Mistrial .... the people of New York City I said mistrial "M-I-S-T-R-I-A-L" |
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You broke my heart and you made me cry
You said that I couldn't dance But now I'm back to let you know That I can really make romance You do what you gotta do You do everything you can You do what you wanna do Hey, but I love you, suzanne You do anything once You try anything twice You so what you gotta do Hey, but I love you, suzanne, hey, hey Do what you wanna do You do what you can You do what you wanna do But I love you, suzanne I love you when you're good Baby, I love you when you're bad You do what you gotta do Hey, but I love you, suzanne Do what you wanna do Hey, baby, do what you can You do what you wanna do, baby But I love you, suzanne I know you, try anything once, baby You try anything twice Do what you gotta do But I love you, suzanne I love you when you're good, baby I love you when you're bad Do what you wanna do Ooohhh, but I love you, suzanne, hey, hey Hey, I love you, suzanne I love you, suzanne I love you, suzanne Oh, sweet ... Do what you wanna do Hey, you do what you can You do what you wanna do Hey, but I love you, suzanne You try anything once You do anything twice Do what you wanna do You know that I love you, suzanne |
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I know you're disappointed in the way I handled things
You're thinking I misread the times and acted cowardly And since what I do affects us both And you feel that I let you down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay It's a lovers trust, no money down (Hey! lover) (Hey! lover) (lover) They say there's someone for everyone And for everyone a someone And some tattoo roses across their chests With a heart that says Rollo And some work without a Public Relations man And do their best work, baby, out of sight You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down (Hey! lover) (Hey! lover) (lover) Now I have known a hero or two And they all learn to swim through mud And they all got boots caked with dirty soles That they get from Squashing bugs So when push comes to shove get the Harley revved up The moon can eclipse even the sun You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down You're paying a price when there is no price to pay Lovers trust, no money down (Hey! lover) (Hey! lover) (lover) Lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! lover) Yes, lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! lover) Lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! hey! lover) Lovers trust, No Money Down (Hey! hey! lover) (Hey! hey! lover) (Hey! hey! lover) ... |
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I don't like guilt be it stoned or stupid
drunk and disorderly I ain't no cupid Two years ago today I was arrested on Christmas Eve I don't want pain, I want to walk not be carried I don't want to give it up, I want to stay married I ain't no dog tied to a parked car Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations I want the principles of a timeless muse I want to eradicate my negative views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong but that's not what I want to hear all night long Some people are like human tuinals Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout some new sensations Talkin' a new sensations I took my GPZ out for a ride the engine felt good between my thighs The air felt cool, it's was forty degrees outside I rode to Pennsylvania near the Delaware Gap sometimes I got lost and had to check the map I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke There were some country folk and some hunters inside somebody got themselves married and somebody died I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside and I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside I love that GPZ so much, you know that I could kiss her Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations Talkin' 'bout your new sensations Talkin' new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations Ooohhh, new sensations ... |
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Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet his father beats him 'cause he's too tired to beg He's got 9 brothers and sisters they're brought up on their knees it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you on the thighs Pedro dreams of being older and killing the old man but that's a slim chance he's going to the boulevard He's going to end up, on the dirty boulevard he's going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, to the dirty boulevard This room cost 2,000 dollars a month you can believe it man it's true somewhere a landlord's laughing till he wets his pants No one here dreams of being a doctor or a lawyer or anything they dream of dealing on the dirty boulevard Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I'll piss on 'em that's what the Statue of Bigotry says Your poor huddled masses, let's club 'em to death and get it over with and just dump 'em on the boulevard Get to end up, on the dirty boulevard going out, to the dirty boulevard He's going down, on the dirty boulevard going out Outside it's a bright night there's an opera at Lincoln Center movie stars arrive by limousine The klieg lights shoot up over the skyline of Manhattan but the lights are out on the Mean Streets A small kid stands by the Lincoln Tunnel he's selling plastic roses for a buck The traffic's backed up to 39th street the TV whores are calling the cops out for a suck And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming he's found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares at the cracked ceiling 'At the count of 3' he says, 'I hope I can disappear' And fly fly away, from this dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly-fly-fly-fly, from dirty boulevard I want to fly away I want to fly Fly, fly away I want to fly Fly-fly away (Fly a-) fly-fly-fly (-way, ooohhh...) Fly-fly away (I want to fly-fly away) fly away (I want to fly, wow-woh, no, fly away) |
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| 2:52 |
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I wanna be black, have natural rhythm
Shoot twenty foot of jism too and fuck up the jews I wanna be black, I wanna be a panther Have a girlfriend named Samantha and have a stable of foxy whores Oh, oh, I wanna be black I don't wanna be a fucked up middle class college student anymore I just wanna have a stable of foxy little whores Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Oh, oh, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black I wanna be black, wanna be like Martin Luther King And get myself shot in spring lead a whole generation, too and fucked up the jews I wanna be black, I wanna be like Malcolm X And pass the hex over President Kennedy's tomb and have a big prick, too Oh, I don't wanna be a fucked up middle class college student no more Yeah, I just wanna have a stable of foxy little whores Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black I wanna be black yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be black Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black, oh, oh) (Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black, oh, oh) (Yeah, yeah, I wanna be black, oh, oh) |
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All your two-bit psychiatrists
are giving you electroshock They said, they'd let you live at home with mom and dad instead of mental hospitals But every time you tried to read a book you couldn't get to page 17 'Cause you forgot where you were so you couldn't even read Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons They're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away Mom informed me on the phone she didn't know what to do about dad Took an axe and broke the table aren't you glad you're married And sister, she got married on the island and her husband takes the train He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain They're gonna kill your sons don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run away Creedmore treated me very good but Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped out on PHC I was so sad, I didn't even get a letter All of the drugs, that we took it really was lots of fun But when they shoot you up with t horizene on crystal smoke you choke like a son of a gun Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away |
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| 4:23 |
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I was visited by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky Electricity flowing through my veins I was captured by a larger moment I was seized by divinity's hot breath Gorged like a lion on experience Powerful from life I wanted all of it Not just some of it All of it I saw a man turn into a bird I saw a bird turn into a tiger I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes In the jungles of the Amazon I saw a man put a red hot needle through his eye Turn into a crow and fly through the trees Swallow hot coals and breathe out flames And I wanted this to happen to me I wanted all of it All of it, all of it Not just some of it All of it We saw the moon vanish into his pocket We saw the stars disappear from sight We saw him walk across water into the sun While bathed in eternal light We spewed out questions waiting for answers Creating legends, religions and myths Books, stories, movies and plays All trying to explain this I want all of it All of it, all of it Not just some of it I saw a great man turn into a little child The cancer reduced him to dust His voice growing weak as he fought for his life With a bravery few men know I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs Trying to stop the cancerous spread And it made me think of Leda and The Swan And gold being made from lead The same power that burned Hiroshima Causing three legged babies and death Shrunk to the size of a nickel To help him regain his breath And I was struck by The Power and The Glory I was visited by a majestic Him Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky As the radiation flowed through him I wanted all of it Not just some of it All of it All of it, all of it, all of it |
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Hey now, bitch, now, baby you better make your face get out of here, quick Maybe your, was getting, ah, too rich It ain't like we ain't never seen this thing before And if it turns you then around then you better hit the door But I know, oh, it's just a temporary thing Oh yeah, it's just a temporary thing You've read too many books, you've seen too many plays And it's things like this, that turn you away Hey, now, now, look, huh, look, hey look, hey look you better think about it twice I know that your good breeding makes it seem not so nice It's just a temporary thing Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, it's just a temporary thing Where's the number, where's the dime and where's the phone I feel like a stranger, I guess you wanna go back home Your mother, your father, your brother I guess they wouldn't agree with me But I don't give two shits, they're no better than me Ah-ha, it's just a temporary thing Oh yeah, been there before just a temporary thing It's just a temporary thing Ah bitch, get off my kids, temporary thing Get out, it's just a temporary thing Yeah now, home (it's just a temporary thing) Temporary thing, huh, ah-ha (it's just a temporary thing) .... (it's just a temporary thing) .... (it's just a temporary thing) (it's just a temporary thing) (it's just a temporary thing) |
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The currents rage deep inside us
This is the age of video violence The currents rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Up in the morning, drinking his coffee Turns on the TV to some slasher movie Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty Painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence The current rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na His heart is pounding he switches the channel looking for something other than rape or murder Or beatings or torture but except for Walt Disney It's a twisted alliance, this age of video violence The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence The current rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Down at his job, his boss sits there screaming If he loses his job, then life loses its meaning His son is in high school, there's nothing he's learning He sits by the TV, watching Corvettes exploding, 'cause The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence The current rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Down at a bar some woman is topless she's acned and scarred, her hair is a mess While he shoves 5 dollars down her exotic panties the video jukebox is, ah, playing Madonna While just down the block at some local theater they're grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die the currents are deep and raging inside The currents rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence No age of reason is landing upon us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Our good working stiff looks a whore in the eye ties her to a bed while he beats her back bloody and then back - At home, drinking more instant coffee Calls some red-neck evangelist that he's seen on TV and says The currents rage, the dawn's upon us This is the age of video violence The current rage so deep inside us This is the age of video violence The currents rage so deep down inside us This is the age of video violence No age of reason is landing upon us This is the age of video violence Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na |
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Men of good fortune
often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings often can't do anything at all The rich son waits for his father to die the poor just drink and cry And me, I just don't care at all Men of good fortune very often can't do a thing While men of poor beginnings often can do anything At heart they try to act like a man handle things the best way they can They have no rich, daddy to fall back on Men of good fortune often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings often can't do anything at all It takes money to make money they say look at the Fords, but didn't they start that way Anyway, it makes no difference to me Men of good fortune often wish that they could die While men of poor beginnings want what they have and to get it they'll die All those great things that live has to give they wanna have money and live But me, I just don't care at all Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings Men of good fortune men of poor beginnings |
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a) Waltzing Matilda Waltzing Matilda whipped out her wallet the sexy boy smiled in dismay She took out four twenties 'cause she liked round figures everybody's a queen for a day Oh, babe, I'm on fire and you know how I admire your - - body why don't we slip away Although I'm sure you're certain, it's a rarity me flirtin' sha-la-la-la, this way Oh, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la hey, baby, come on, let's slip away Luscious and gorgeous, oh what a hunk of muscle call out the national guard She creamed in her jeans as he picked up her means from off of the formica topped bar And cascading slowly, he lifted her wholly and boldly out of this world And despite people's derision proved to be more than diversion sha-la-la-la, later on And then sha-la-la-la-la, he entered her slowly and showed her where he was coming from And then sha-la-la-la-la, he made love to her gently it was like she'd never ever come And then sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la when the sun rose and he made to leave You know, sha-la-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la neither one regretted a thing b) Street Hassle Hey, that cunt's not breathing I think she's had too much of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean I don't mean to scare you but you're the one who came here and you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave I'm not being smart or trying to be cold on my part and I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve But you know people get all emotional and sometimes, man, they just don't act rational they think they're just on TV Sha-la-la-la, man why don't you just slip her away You know, I'm glad that we met man it really was nice talking and I really wish that there was a little more time to speak But you know it could be a hassle trying to explain myself to a police officer about how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed And it's not like we could help but there was nothing no one could do and if there was, man, you know I would have been the first But when someone turns that blue well, it's a universal truth and then you just know that bitch will never fuck again By the way, that's really some bad shit that you came to our place with but you ought to be more careful around the little girls It's either the best or it's the worst and since I don't have to choose I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet and just lay her out on the darkened street and by morning, she's just another hit and run You know, some people got no choice and they can't never find a voice to talk with that they can even call their own So the first thing that they see that allows them the right to be why they follow it, you know, it's called bad luck |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-03-17 09:14:35
Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Lou Reed(Walk on the wild side)
