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| 1. |
| 3:58 | 
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Mean Mr. Mustard says he?s bored
of life in The District. Can?t afford the French Quarter high says it gets old real quick and he pales up next to me scrawled on the pavement It says: Son, time is all the Luck you need. And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied, and I won?t betray the things that I hide. There?s not enough years underneath this belt, for me to admit the way that I felt. Mean Mr. Mustard says don?t be the wave that crashes From a sea of discontent, he says he?s wrestled with that blanket... It leaves you cold and wet any way you stretch it Divine apathy! Disease of my youth watch that you don?t catch it |
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| 2. |
| 2:46 |
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Well I haven't seen a doctor
since I can't remember when But she tells me I've been a talker since 1976 We went up to the lake and I, I remember this: my family secret Pits in my skin where I let you in This RockCrown never let you down I'm a season in Hell- 20 years from showing up, down on your scene without a semblance of what I've seen Tell me what I've seen Tell me what I've seen Enough to make this young man Filthy. Filthy. Clean... Pits in my skin where I let you in This RockCrown never let you down |
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| 3. |
| 2:23 |
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my my stomach hurts again tonite she says:
and crashes on her floor cuts what she can't untie ties it to a door if mercy was a cattle call she didn't hear she didn't want to play the role of the fool again won't be fooled again indifference as my witness I think she'd take me back she tears down my front door just to see my photograph my my head is getting so confused she says what's she trying to do to me? put my sticker on her car bought a CD if mercy was a cattle call she didn't hear she didn't want to play the role of the fool again won't be fooled again indifference as my witness I think she'd take me back she tears down my front door just to see my photograph it spins... I ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin don't you leave me baby, don't you go I ain't too proud to beg sweet darlin don't you leave me my my skin can't take much more of this she says you're scaling all over me everytime I wash it off, I find you underneath and if mercy was a cattle call she didn't hear... she didn't want to play the role of the fool again won't be fooled again... |
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| 4. |
| 3:55 |
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What?s your mother say?
?You never listen to me? I know you want back in you don?t get it for free You better read the book, and hear what they say Best learn the rules and sit up straight What?s your daddy say? ?You never listen to me? I know you?re trying hard you don?t get a reprieve Did you read good book? Did you bid good time? Did you push ahead? Bet you stood the line. Liquid used to surround me my freedom- swimming and drowning Today we throw it up for sale. Today we?re giving it away It?s the Honey of Generation makes you forget where you came from. It?s the Honey of Generation and it?s yours |
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| 5. |
| 3:02 |
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Yeah you in your mother?s new shoes
bet you like them as much as her blues Don?t tell anyone - but I plan to move the first time you look away Tell me the new apron strings taste to you, yes my pretty young things You tell me that hatred is king (It?s to the weak and the manor born) Like a trick that you?ve fallen for, you recognize me because: there?s only one sound to love Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good Bye bye Bye bye Bye baby Good-bye Tell me you in your mother?s new shoes bet you like them as much as her blues Don?t tell anyone, but I?m born to move like the first star you ever saw. Tell me the new apron strings trace to you, yeah. My pitied young things I tell you that love can be king (It?s to the meek and the manner born). But like a trick that you?ve fallen for you recognize me because: there?s only one sound to love |
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| 6. |
| 3:58 |
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Yeah the roads are right tonite
they are twisting My mouth is dry - like cool air inside And maybe I worry do things in a hurry and follow the dust of people like new There?s people like me and there?s people like you Yeah the roads are right tonite they are turning I know that deep inside the pines an answer is lurking And maybe I worry do things in a hurry and follow the dust of people like new There?s people like me and there?s people like new |
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| 7. |
| 2:32 |
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Oh yeah
she says: we can?t tell them Oh yeah she wants up front I can?t do that Oh yeah She?s got backup Boyfriend and I?m him When you gonna?make up your mind? When you gonna?make up your mind? When you gonna?make up your mind? Because you know that I have made up mine |
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| 8. |
| 2:11 |
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It?s not the clothes that she borrows
just call me out - you know I?ll follow Back thru the backdoor into June Luck will sleep the October June Sometimes in deep thought I?m 31 she?s wanting kids sounds like fun, I?ll teach them to sing along sure beats the end of a smoking gun And I know that god exists because I feel him sometimes when she takes up the sheets or my telephone lines, but when I?m home she says: ?Baby you?re a lie...? ?You?re not really here.? ?You?ve gone away |
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| 9. |
| 4:34 |
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A young girl give me a good luck charm.
Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm. Got one good leg ?cause the other went South. Got a brand new crutch and a brand new mouth. I got a sheriff?s name branded where I should have kept clean. If you get too close you?re going to know what I mean. And I know when I?m old the only runnin?gonna come. Away from lips and the fork of my tongue. It only gets to me in times like these. And times like these are getting to me. Put your hand in the oven there?s a heaven inside. It burns straight through but the devil don?t mind. Because he takes what he wants and he finds what you hide. And it will buy you a place on the Lower East Side. I rolled a number last night and I walked in my sleep. I could feel all the nerves in the tips of my teeth. As they crumbled into dust and washed into the sea. Finally shut my mouth so I could hear myself think. It only gets to me in times like these. It only gets to me in times like these. It only gets to me in times like these. And times like these are getting to me. |
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| 10. |
| 3:47 |
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My good looks won?t save my kids
from their dad?s predicament. They won?t see my face like this see my face as a shadow I could be wrong or I could be strong The penny-rate my love collects could set your ass on fire Instead of praying thankful hallelujahs on the wire You turn on your radio regardless as you start your car But baby don?t believe it when he tells you who you are He could be wrong and you could be strong You?re finding out you?re selfish because you like your happiness Don?t sacrifice it to the average Keep it for yourself They?ll buy your butterflies and price them down to clean the racks Until a kid like you can buy them back I could be wrong or I could be strong |
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| 11. |
| 3:31 |
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I know how the good wind blows
and it gives me my time Don?t let them drag your hatred off the line I know how the anger goes so I bury mine You know they had me working overtime I want no part of your blackheart causes empty speeches broken promise I know how the anger flows so I carried time Don?t let them drag the needle through your dime I know how the hatred goes so I buried mine Lucky seven Lucky rolls the dice Yeah that?s right. I want no part of your blackheart causes. All this preaching and still no progress What angry blue has got into you |
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| 12. |
| 3:29 |
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Do you think that people get tired of themselves?
Is that why the T.V.?s on all the time? It don?t take much to get it right back on track, but it won?t fall from the sky right into your lap. I?ve made the most of Luck. You get a brand new chance in a brand new town. And if I don?t read what they wrote about me, I might turn you on to something I?ve found: Silence. Priceless. Silence. The only way we talk. What if people get everything they expect? What becomes of hope? I?ll bet she?s a nervous wreck. What?s the genius in a cushion on your couch? You better find yourself something that drags you out. I?ve made the most of Love. You get a brand new chance in a brand new town. And if I don?t hear what they whisper about me, I might turn you on to something I?ve found: Silence. Priceless. Silence. The only way we talk |
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| 13. |
| 4:12 |
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Time will pack a bag on you, my love
organize, re-organize your Luck Pretty face, a pretty smile, a pretty shame you can't defile The message you have made for them to see And it will be And it will be H Y P O C R I S Y HYPOCRISY This evening's great excuse is this: To make your peace. And make a list of everything that's trivial and wide Handshake man, how could you be? A sweeter, softer, gentler king Spread out for every queen to see And it will be And it will be H Y P O C R I S Y HYPOCRISY |
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| 14. |
| 2:19 |
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Play me like a player piano
roll me from the corners of your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano, I sit useless most of the time The bar gets darker it swallows up the scarlet The barkeep?s looking thin We sit together until only the piano of the player remains Tell me why you won?t keep it Tie me up in a shoe-string box She don?t keep it if she don?t need it Get me out of the deep end my legs are dangling over the roof The room gets brighter when I can see inside her when I can turn the switch But she?s so together I can do the damage and she can manage the flames |
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| 15. |
| 6:02 |
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Get down and pray to the oven
She thinks that god is there, in there Do you see Sylvia in the oven? Colossal Fact, Daddy?s ex don?t let you read. Here?s what she sees. In the end her only friend, keeps herself wide open looks into a higher ground What did husband say was found? She found - a daughter going on with her life I can?t juggle this I can?t juggle this I can?t juggle this When it slips she says: This Kansas wheat won?t break me and another drink won?t take me I can make it if you can Strip it down wide open still Was your head caught in that pill? Was your life one big regret? The smartest man she ever met was not buried or put up on a cross And she thinks it?s over, still if that light won?t go on There?s no hope in life at all if the oven won?t burn This Kansas wheat won?t break us and another drink won?t make us free The oven?s wide open, hold your breath and see. Hold your breath and see . |
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