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| 1. |
| 2:46 | 
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Love came to my door with a sleeping roll
And a madman's soul He thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman to court and spark He was playing on the sidewalk for passing change When something strange happened Glory train passed through him So he buried the coins he made in People's Park And went looking for a woman to court and spark It seemed like he read my mind He saw me mistrusting him and still acting kind He saw how I worried sometimes I worry sometimes All the guilty people, he said, they've all seen the stain On their daily bread On their Christian names I cleared myself, I sacrificed my blues And you could complete me, I'd complete you His eyes were the colour of the sand and the sea And the more he talked to me, you know The more he reached me But I couldn't let go of L.A. City of the fallen angels |
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| 2. |
| 3:22 |
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Help me
I think I'm falling In love again When I get that crazy feeling I know I'm in trouble again I'm in trouble 'Cause you're a rambler and a gambler And a sweet talking ladies man And you love your lovin' But not like you love your freedom Help me I think I'm falling In love too fast It's got me hoping for the future And worrying about the past 'Cause I've seen some hot, hot blazes Come down to smoke and ash We love our lovin' But not like we love our freedom Didn't it feel good We were sitting there talking Or lying there not talking Didn't it feel good You dance with the lady With the hole in her stocking Didn't it feel good Didn't it feel good Help me I think I'm falling In love with you Are you going to let me go there by myself That's such a lonely thing to do Both of us flirting around Flirting and flirting Hurting too We love our lovin' But not like we love our freedom |
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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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 I had my way I'd just walk through those doors And wander down the Champs-Elysees Going cafe to cabaret Thinking how I'd 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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| 4. |
| 2:15 |
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All the people at this party
They've got a lot of style They've got stamps of many countries They've got passport smiles Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the center Giving to get something Photo beauty gets attention Then her eye paint's running down She's got a rose in her teeth And a lampshade crown One minute she's so happy Then she's crying on someone's knee Saying laughing and crying You know it's the same release I told you when I met you I was crazy Cry for us all, beauty Cry for Eddie in the corner Thinking he's nobody And Jack behind his joker And stonecold Grace behind her fan And me in my frightened silence Thinking I don't understand I feel like I'm sleeping Can you wake me You seem to have a broader sensibility I'm just living on nerves and feelings With a weak and a lazy mind And coming to peoples parties Fumbling deaf dumb & blind I wish I had more sense of humour Keeping the sadness at bay Throwing the lightness on these things Laughing it all away x 4 |
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| 5. |
| 2:57 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:02 |
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I've been sitting up waiting for my sugar to show
I've been listening to the sirens & the radio (Listening to the sirens & the radio) He said he'd be over three hours ago I've been waitin' for his car on the hill (Waitin' for his car on the hill) He makes friends easy He's not like me I watch for judgment anxiously Now where in the city Can that boy be? Waitin' for a car Climbin', climbin' Climbin' the hill He's a real good talker I think he's a friend Fast tires come screaming around the bend (Fast tires come screaming around the bend) But there's still no buzzer They roll on And I'm waitin' for his car on the hill (Waitin' for his car on the hill) You know he seemed so righteous at the start When there's so much laughter When there's so much spark When there's so much sweetness in the dark Waitin' for a car Climbin', climbin' Climbin' the hill |
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| 7. |
| 5:39 |
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Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes Things that you held high And told yourself were true Lost or changing as the days come down to you Down to you Constant stranger You're a kind person You're a cold person too It's down to you It all comes down to you You go down to the pick up station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off the shadows On this strange new flesh you've found Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf You hurry To the blackness And the blankets To lay down an impression And your loneliness In the morning there are lovers in the street They look so high You brush against a stranger And you both apologize Old friends seem indifferent You must have brought that on Old bonds have broken down Love is gone Oooh love is gone Written on your spirit this sad song Love is gone Everything comes and goes Pleasure moves on too early And trouble leaves too slow Just when you're thinking You've finally got it made Bad news comes knocking At your garden gate Knocking for you Constant stranger You're a brute you're an angel You can crawl you can fly too It's down to you It all comes down to you |
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| 8. |
| 4:25 |
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I'm always running behind the time
Just like this train Shaking into town With the brakes complainin' I used to count lovers like railroad cars I counted them on my side Lately I don't count on nothing I just let things slide The station master's shuffling cards Boxcars are banging in the yards Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you lost your heart I went looking for a cause Or a strong cat without claws Or any reason to resume And I found this empty seat In this crowded waiting room Everybody waiting Old man sleeping on his bags Women with that teased up kind of hair Kids with the jitters in their legs And those wide wide open stares And the kids got cokes & chocolate bars There's a thin man smoking a fat cigar Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you've lost your heart What are you going to do now You've got no one to give your love to Well I've got this berth & this roll down blind I've got this fold up sink And these rocks And these cactus going by And a bottle of German wine to drink Settle down into the clickety clack With the clouds & the stars to read Dreaming of the pleasure I'm gonna have Watching your hairline recede, my vain darling Watching your hair & clouds & stars I'm rocking away in a sleeping car Cause this jealous lovin's bound to make me Crazy I can't find my goodness I lost my heart Oh sour grapes Because I lost my heart |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion, he was thinking for himself A little money riding on the Maple Leafs Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves She says, let me sit down, you know drinking alone's a shame, it's a shame, it's a crying shame Look at those jokers glued to that damn hockey game Hey honey, you've got lots of cash Bring us down a bottle and we'll have some laughs Gin's what I'm drinking, I was raised on robbery I'm a pretty good cook, sitting on my groceries Come up to my kitchen, I'll show you my best recipe I try and I try but I can't save a cent I'm up after midnight cooking, trying to make my rent I'm rough but I'm pleasing, I was raised on robbery We had a little money once, they were pushing through a four lane highway Government gave us three thousand dollars, you should have seen it fly away First he bought a '57 Biscayne, he put it in the ditch He drunk up all the rest, that son of a bitch His blood's bad whiskey, I was raised on robbery You know you ain't bad looking, I like the way you hold your drinks Come home with me honey, I ain't asking for no full-length mink Hey, where you going, don't go yet Your glass ain't empty and we just met You're mean when you're loaded, I was raised on robbery |
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| 10. |
| 4:00 |
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Up in a sterilized room
Where they let you be lazy Knowing your attitude's all wrong And you got to change And that's not easy Dragon shining with all values known Dazzling you-keeping you from your own Where is the lion in you to defy him When you're this weak And this spacey... So what are you going to do about it You can't live life and you can't leave it Advice and religion-you can't take it You can't seem to believe it The peacock is afraid to parade You're under the thumb of the maid You really can't give love in this condition Still you know how you need it They open and close you Then they talk like they know you They don't know you They're friends and they're foes too Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu So why does it come as such a shock To know you really have no one Only a river of changing faces Looking for an ocean They trickle through your leaky plans Another dream over the dam And you're lying in some room Feeling like your right to be human Is going over too Well some are going to knock you And some'll try to clock you You know it's really hard To talk sense to you Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu |
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| 11. |
| 2:21 |
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My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head The way he described it He said I'd be better dead than alive I didn't listen to his jive I knew all along That he was all wrong And I knew that he thought I was crazy but I'm not don't know My analyst told me That I was right out of my head He said I need treatment But I'm not that easily led He said I was the type That was most inclined When out of his sight To be out of my mind And he thought I was nuts No more ifs or ands or buts They say as a child I appeared a little bit wild With all my crazy ideas But I knew what was happening I knew I was a genius... What's so strange when you know That you're a wizard at three I knew that this was meant to be Now I heard little children Were supposed to sleep tight That's why I got into the vodka one night My parents got frantic Didn't know what to do But I saw some crazy scenes Before I came to Now do you think I was crazy I may have been only three But I was swinging They all laugh at angry young men They all laughed at Edison And also at Einstein So why should I be sorry If they just couldn't understand The idiomatic logic That went on in my head I had a brain It was insane Oh they used to laugh at me When I refused to ride On those double decker buses All because there was no driver on the top My analyst told me That I was right out of my head But I said dear doctor I think that it's you instead Because I, I got a thing That's unique and new To prove it I'll have The last laugh on you 'Cause instead of one head I got two And you know two heads are better than one. |
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