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"The way I see it," he said
"You just can't win it.. Everybody's in it for their own gain You can't please 'em all There's always somebody calling you down I do my best And I do good business There's a lot of people asking for my time They're trying to get ahead They're trying to be a good friend of mine I was a free man in paris I felt unfettered and alive There was nobody calling me up for favors And no one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star maker machinery Behind the popular song I deal in dreamers And telephone screamers Lately I wonder what I do it for If l had my way I'd just walk through those doors And wander Down the champs elysees Going cafe to cabaret Thinking how I'll feel when I find That very good friend of mine I was a free man in paris I felt unfettered and alive Nobody was calling me up for favors No one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star maker machinery Behind the popular song." |
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| 2. |
| 5:06 |
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Down in the cellar in the Boho zone
I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well Just another hard time band with Negro affectations I was a hopeful in rooms like this When I was working cheap It's an old romance, the Boho dance Hasn't gone to sleep But even on the scuffle The cleaner's press was in my jeans And any eye for detail Caught a little lace along the seams And you were in the parking lot Subterranean by your own design The virtue of your style inscribed On your contempt for mine Jesus was a beggar, He was rich in grace And Solomon kept His head in all His glory It's just that some steps outside the Boho dance Have a fascination for me A camera pans the cocktail hour Behind a blind of potted palms And finds a lady in a Paris dress With runs in her nylons You read those books where luxury Comes as a guest to take a slave Books where artists in noble poverty Go like virgins to the grave Don't you get sensitive on me 'Cause I know you're just too proud You couldn't step outside the Boho dance now Even if good fortune allowed Like a priest with a pornographic watch Looking and longing on the sly Sure it's stricken from your uniform But you can't get it out of your eyes Nothing is capsulized in me On either side of town The streets were never really mine Not mine, not mine, these glamor gowns |
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| 5:09 |
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| 5:58 |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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"A CASE OF U"
I'm a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I uused 2 b frightened by the devil and drawn 2 those who weren't afraid Rembember when u told me that love was touching souls? Well, surely u touiching mine Part of u pours out of me from time 2 time in these lines U're in my blood like holy wine... u're so bitter and so sweetI could drink a case of u darling and still on my feet... still be on my feet" |
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| 2:47 |
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Blue, songs are like tattoos
You know I've been to sea betore Crown and anchor me Or let me sail away Blue, here is a song for you Ink of a pin Underneath the skin An empty space to fill in Well there're so many sinking now You've got to keep thinking You can make it through these waves Acid, booze, and ass Needles, guns, and grass Lots of laughs, lots of laughs Well everybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go Well I don't think so But I'm gonna take a look around it though Blue, I love you Blue, here is a shell for you Inside you'll hear a sigh A foggy lullaby There is your song from me |
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| 3:39 |
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Trina wears her wampam beads
She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filagree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filagree And her coat's a second-hand one Sewn 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 around 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 Esterella, circus girl, Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At bevelled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and bevelled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon Trina takes her paints and thread And weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and bread And gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Esterella, dear companion Colours up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Colouring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon |
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| 3:43 |
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| 5:57 |
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| 11. |
| 4:00 |
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| 12. |
| 3:37 |
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It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on But it don't snow here It stays pretty green I'm going to make a lot of money Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I made my baby cry He tried hard to help me You know, he put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I'm so hard to handle I'm selfish and I'm sad Now I've gone and lost the best baby That I ever had Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly Oh I wish I had a river I made my baby say goodbye It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I could skate away on |
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