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So it started with the immigration information bore
You gotta know Gambling floor, then to the S.T.U.D.I.O 4 You gotta go Now we're leaving, L.A.S Vegas two times Crazy horse to spent us dry Vietnam vet, taxi ride Crazy horse to spent us dry L.A.S Vegas two times So we parked at the ground floor, front door, car hire, room for four we gotta go Rambling slow to the L.A Marquis, all the imitation folk we gotta go Now we're leaving L.A.S Vegas two times Crazy horse to spent us dry Vietnam vet, Taxi ride Crazy horse to spent us dry L.A.S Vegas two times |
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| 2. |
| 4:31 |
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Wish I could lie in the sun.
The same things as anyone. Wish I could lie down there, with my feet high in the air. I'd have a drink in my hand, read words from a newspaper stand. Wish I could lie in the sun, wish I could fly like everyone. But you burn me up, you paint my skin in bad designs that ain't even in. My skin's crawling up the wall, into the the ocean I'd love to fall. I hear the sounds but they ain't the same as feeling them with you two feet away. There's always more worse of than me, suppose I'm lucky I can even see all the people that I'd like to be passing me by everyday in the street. But you burn me up, you paint my skin in bad designs that ain't even in. I got good lungs, I got a good heart, my mind is fit and my feet can walk. Here I am in the shade on the street, asking people for money to eat. What did I ever do to deserve this? Did I kill a child or something worse? What's the reason, baby make you feel how much more fortunate you are than me. |
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| 3. |
| 5:18 |
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You line 'em up, forgot your shoes
Your own name's on your wall, and you should have known You fly around in planes that bring you down To meet me, who loves you, let me crash into the ground Are you surrounded, you don't even know me Would you like to stone me? Mr. Writer... Why don't you tell it like it is Why don't you tell it like it really is Before you go on home I used to treat you right, give you my time But when I turn my back on you, then you do what you do You've just enough on my own view, education to perform I'd like to shoot you on And when you go home with you on your own What do you really do? Mr. Writer... Why don't you tell it like it is Why don't you tell it like it really is Before you go on home And when you go home with you on your own What do you even know? Mr. Writer... Why don't you tell it like it is Why don't you tell it like it really is Before you go on home Mr. Writer... Why don't you tell it like it really is Why don't you tell it like it always is Before you go on home Mr. Writer... Won't you tell it like it really is Why don't you tell it like it always is Before you go on home... |
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| 4. |
| 4:00 |
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I'd like to know what it's all about, what's out there.
Am I gonna get on in life, 'bout something. Will I get me a boy or a girl, or not either. Will I get what I want from this world, I'm a daydreamer. Then I watched the old couple dance, Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round. I'd like to know what you're all about, what's up there. Are you gonna get on in life, without a care. Will you get you a boy or a girl, or not either. Will you get what you want from this world, a daydreamer. Then I watched the old couple dance, Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round. I'd like to know what we're all about, what we all have done. Am I gonna get on in life, with someone. Think I'll get me a boy and a girl, or not either. Will I get what I want from this world, a daydreamer. Then I watched the old couple dance, Step on my old size nines and I'll take you round. |
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| 3:25 |
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San Francisco Bay
past pier thirtynine Early PM can't remember what time Got the waiting cab stopped at the red light Address unsure of but it turned out just right It started straight off coming here is hell Thats his first words we asked what it meant He said Where you from we told him our lot When take a holiday is this what you want So Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Lie around all day have a drink to chase Yourself and tourists that's what I hate He said We're going wrong we've all become the same We dress the same way only our accents change So have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Swim in the ocean that be my dish I drive around all day and kill processed fish It's all money gum no artists anymore Your only in it now to make more more more So Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day Have a nice day |
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| 6. |
| 3:09 |
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He asked me "so where have you been?"
Let me think now let me see. I was stood once where Hitler's feet stood when he made a speech in Nuremburg in '38 when he tried to build a perfect race, he said "black men ain't gonna run alongside our perfect sons." There's Dallas to the library, the place they ended Kennedy. I stood where Oswald took his shot, in my opinion there's a bigger plot. Costners back into the left, the picket fence, the better bet. Paris came and Summer went, the tunnel's now a flower bed. The famous turf to meet Geoff Hurst, vodka stops to quench my thirst. Golden gate stroke Alcatraz, the fat man failed to get us passed. Is Jimmy's corner in Raging Bull, De Niro's jokes and bottled pills. Elvis tales from Mr. Wood. Would any Richard Burton if you could? The tourists stare at tourist stops. One more picture, one more got. Now a top up for a change, it makes you think, it makes you sane. Talking more about yourself, there's a mirror to have a check. Cheques are always passing through, some depart but a lot come too. The restaraunt talk of pick your teeth. You bite your tongue or chew your meat. Sleep to drink or drink to sleep, one more week and we will meet. We talk of what we haven't done since we departed back a month. We argue while we have to shout. All in all, it's nice to be out |
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| 7. |
| 3:30 |
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I?d just like to say,
I remember the day, I first woke with you, Some days I have to admit, The way we happened to meet, Was strange, because it was new. I?m not drinking no more, Not drinking no less, Not sleeping at all, Never in the same bed, Undressed at the bar, Engraved bench in the park, We?d watch them fly Sundays. Fly, birds round my head again, Laughed at the words you sent, I pushed the boat back to you, I flew from the rain again, Killed you with what I said, You already knew. Not thinking no more, Not drinking no less, Not sleeping at all, Never in the same bed, Undressed at the bar, Engraved bench in the park, We?d watch them fly Sundays. They say if something should fly away, And it comes back to you again, Then it?s yours |
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| 8. |
| 3:24 |
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I drive a truck, it carries money,
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies. Yesterday, I bought my beach house, A little place just off the coast of France. Everyday I think of money, Everyday I think of running. I love my truck, I love my family, Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me. Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place, Then I?d ditch the truck, and buy a new face. Everyday I think of money, Everyday I think of something. It cant buy you love, cant give you soul, Can pick you up, can down you low. Can drag you out of the hole, You dug, yourself, out of again. Sat in a truck, it it carries convicts, My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs, Tomorrow, I?ll maybe walk around the yard, Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment. Everyday I think of money, Everyday I miss my family |
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| 9. |
| 4:34 |
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Maybe one thing, Maybe something, Maybe nothing, All I know is friend, it's nothing new. Maybe it's me, What is to be, Maybe lucky, All, I ask is where we're supposed to be. I give a lot, I take a lot, It's nothing new to me. Maybe you're grown, Am I so wrong, How longs too long, All I want is stuff to be happy. Maybe moving, Always proving, Am I losing, All that's meant to be, that's meant to be. You hear a lot, You told a lot, It's nothing new to me. Maybe laughing, Something lacking, Always sometimes, All I hear is how, it's meant to be. Maybe learning, Always searching, Am I asking things, I'd l know too soon, I'd l know too soon. We talk a lot, Don't do a lot, It's nothing new to me. I give a lot, I take a lot, It's nothing new to me.
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| 10. |
| 3:12 |
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Seven day holiday in the rain it's June.
At the time we were playin', ol' me and you. It didn't matter that the sky came down, I never really felt like going out. Seven days watching rain inside with you. Saturday, watched the game, you fried our food. Nothing busy, nothing easy but something you. It didn't matter that we couldn't eat out, my ship sank and my shoes were damp. Seven days hearing rain inside with you. There's always time to complain about the weather, season's change in a day just like each other, but we wait for Summer. Seven day holiday in the rain with you. Lie awake drinking Lady's all that's left to do. Not a sound but the rain on the pale blue roof. It didn't matter that we couldn't sleep out, I never really felt like sleeping rough. Seven day holiday drinking dry with you. There's always time to complain about the weather, season's change in a day just like each other, but we wait for Summer. Seven day holiday in the rain with you. Seven days holiday in the rain with you |
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| 11. |
| 6:15 |
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Standing on a rooftop,
Trying to clear my mind, I only came up to look, But now there?s such a crowd. I don?t feel that bad, Cant help but laugh, And they cry out, They say jump, and I say how high? I feel my body blowing, From every side to side, My mind cant help but knowing?br />What it feels like to fly. I don?t feel that bad, Cant help but laugh, And they cry out, They say jump, and I say how high? Say jump and I say I might. And they cry out, And they cry out, Say jump and I say I?ll try, Say jump and I say I?ll say goodbye, Say jump and I say how high? High, fly. Fly. I?m just standing, On the edge of, Something I should try to hide from. I don?t know much but I know something, I need to try and find me a way, Try I always come out fighting, I don?t feel I should deny me. Cant help knowing what is down there, Feels I should fly now for them, I?m fascinated, mis-educated, its reincarnation, Of my imagination, I?m far away, from here today, It?s where I?ll stay if I get my way, It?s lying awake, that makes me sane, But it makes me sick but I cant change again |
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