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| 3:51 | 
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I'm a Russian Jew American,
Impersonating African Jamaican, What I want to be is an Indian, I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end, I guess I bought a gun, 'Cause it impresses all the little girls I see, And then they all wanna sleep with me. Oh where did we disappear? Into the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where are these people who impersonate our friends? Say come again, come again, come again. Into the dark Italian underground, With disco lights and disco sounds, And skinny girls who drink champagne, Then they take me on their knees again, And pull me up and out the door, To railway cars and tranny-whores, And mornings spreading out across, The feathered thighs of angels. Oh were did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Will they try to push you out to keep you in? I say come again, come again, come again. In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue, In 1493, he came home across the deep blue sea, In 1494, he did it with the girl next door, In 1495, he barely made it out alive, In 1964, these sailors left me at the door, In 1970, some people got their hands on me, And I'm the king of everything, And I'm the king of nothing, nothing, And I am the king of everything, I am the king of nothing. Oh where did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where are these people who impersonate our friends? I say come again, come again, come again. Oh where did we disappear, To the silence that surrounds us, And then drowns us in the end, Where they try to get you out to get you in, And all these people who impersonate our friends, Say come again, come again, come again, Come again, come again. |
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| 3:51 |
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She brings a friend so we won't have to be alone,
I fear I might lose my composure without warning, I am a child of fire, I am a lion, I have desires, And I was born inside the sun this morning. This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree. They say, good evening, when they don't know what to say, They say, good morning, when they wish you would go home, You open windows and you wait for someone warm to come inside, And then you freeze to death alone. This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me. She calls a waitress when it's time for her to go, And I know everyone's eventually leaving, I got a pair of wings for my birthday, baby, And I will fall down through the sun this evening. This dizzy life of mine is hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree, This dizzy life of mine keeps hanging me up all the time, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, For me, for me, for me, for me. This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me, For me, for me, for me, for me, This dizzy life is just a hanging tree for me. |
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| 3. |
| 4:41 |
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Dancing like the night time down in Nashville,
But I seem to know the ghosts who like to run, I got a call to go, to a late night picture show, So I traded in the darkness and I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense outta me. I left a lot of ghosts in San Francisco, And now you wanna say you see through me, Well, what you want to see ain't your memories of me, So I could turn around tonight, but I'm already there, I'm already there and I'm just trying, to make some friends. So if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep while you're watching TV, Well honey, I'm just trying, To make some sense of Los Angeles. Boston gets cold this time of year, Seems like each day just leaves me numb, I gotta get outta here and go walking in the sun. Well if you see that movie star and me, If you should see my picture in a magazine, Or if you fall asleep by the bedroom TV, Well honey, I'm just trying to make some sense, Honey, I'm just trying to make some friends, But baby, I'm not trying to make amends, For coming to Los Angeles, Oh, Los Angeles. No more Boston, no more Nashville, no more Oakland, Oh baby, come on out to the city, Come on, take a walk down Sunset with me, Oh, we gonna get drunk, find us some skinny girls, And go street walkin' Street walkin' baby, oh, in Los Angeles, Street walkin' baby. Hey man, it's a really good place to find yourself a taco. |
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| 4. |
| 4:21 |
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Colored rubbers and a bedroom set,
I wouldn't know it, if it hit me, You take a little step and then it feels like love, I think I better get a little of it in me, Give me a kiss, I think it feels like love, Give me a kiss I think it feels like sunshine, C'mon baby, well light me up, I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. Your mother made you in a parking lot, My mother made me out of flesh and wire, Try to remember what you might forget, I try to remember everything, Try to remember so you don't disappear, Try to remember so you don't fade away, Your mother made you out of smoke and rain, Your mother made you in a fire that's faded. You think that you can do without me, And I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I wanna touch you for the things I'm losing, I wanna touch you for my self-respect, Give me a reason or I might stop breathing, Give me a reason why I'm soaking wet, Gotta stop breathing 'cause the sky is falling, I might go out and watch the moon explode, Give me directions to the highway crossing, I'll go lie down in the middle of the road and. You think that you can do without me, I can't do anything at all, You think that you can do without me, But I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in anything at all. I don't believe in Sundays, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in, I don't believe in anything, in anything, And I don't believe in at all. |
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| 4:14 |
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Can you see me, up on the building,
From down on the pavement or out in the crowd, Can you see me through the glare of the lamppost, I'm walking a tightrope into the moon. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. Oh, could you see me, I'm one in a million, I am Icarus falling, out of the sun, Could you see me fall in the light of spotlights, And jackknife through night as black as a bedroom, And white as a lie. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same thing, Different now. Diving through the dark, While the night turns blue, Are you aware of your intentions, 'Cause I wear my intentions so clear. If you see me, wading through water, Oh, come drown in the river right in front of the world, Hey, you can wash your face and hands in the stream of my anger It's as bright as white paper, as dark as a girl. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now. I don't want to feel, so different, But I don't want to be insignificant, And I don't know how to see the same things, Different now, now, now. |
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| 5:23 |
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Cowboys on the road tonight,
Crying in their sleep, If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand, And some promises to keep, Who wanted to change the world, What's as easy as murder? It's all headlights and vapor trails, And Circle K killers. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I'm not seeing the look in your eyes, As his fingertips lit on your neck and it made you shiver, I'm just turning away from where I should have been, Because I am not anything, oh anything, oh. The president's in bed tonight but he can't get to sleep, 'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers, And I believe she loves you, 'Cause you never make her feel like anything, She said I wouldn't feel a thing, But I can feel, oh I can feel. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I am not seeing the look in your eyes, As his finger's unzipping your dress and it makes you shiver, I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see, Because I am not anything, oh anything, no. Everyone's in bed tonight but nobody can sleep, 'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows, She says she doesn't love me like she's acting, But it's as if she isn't talking, 'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding, On the front row while she's speaking, I said come on all you cowboys, All you blue-eyed baby boys, Oh, come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory, And Sunday comes to gather me, Into the arms of god who'll welcome me, Because I believe, oh I believe. And I know I could look at anyone but you now, I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now, now, now, now, So come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now, Come on, come on, come on, oh come on through now. This is a list of what I should have been but I'm not, This is a list of the things that I should have seen, But I'm not seeing you look at me, So please won't you look at me? 'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me, Oh I will make you look at me, Or I am not anything, Oh anything, no no no, no no no. |
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| 4:17 |
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I sold my piano, it couldn't come with me,
I locked up my bedroom and I walked out into the air, When nothing I needed was left there behind me, I walked out through the shadows of Washington Square. I wandered the highways from Dublin to Berkeley, And I heard the songbirds of Ballyporeen, But I loved like a fountain and it left me with nothing, Just memories of walking through Washington Square. Now I live in the shadows, where light is electric, And time is a number, that rests on a wall, And nobody knows me, my friends and my family, Are as far from this city as Washington Square. So cover this warm night in a blanket of starlight, And I'll follow this freeway out into the air, In case you should wander and wanted to find me, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, I'm traveling homeward to Washington Square, Washington Square, Washington Square. |
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| 2:58 |
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Take a message to your head,
Just stay beside her in the bed, You were so stupid to believe in, Things you couldn't see then, Make them all you want. If you haven't got the reasons, Just make up any reason, Then picket 'til it's torn. Take it all away, You took your coat today, But they all go back, In the morning. Make a time to find your way, I got a little further today, Wash your eyes clear of anything, Just make them empty circles, Dress yourself in black, or grey, I'm hungry like a wild waif or only child, This lithium is heroin to me. It makes all withdraw, All the anger lost, But it all keeps, Coming back in the morning. You keep yourself too clean, You dig yourself a dream, That we won't be coming home alone. Not this time, Not this time, Not this time, Not this time. |
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| 3:10 |
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Well you know I don't like you but you want to be my friend,
Well there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings, It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand, When you dream of Michelangelo, they hang above your hands. And I know that she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again, And I can't see why you wanna talk to me, When your vision of America is crystalline and clean, I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain, But from the walls of Michelangelo, I'm dangling again, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Saturn on a line, A sun afire on strings and wires, To spin above my head and make it right, But any time you like, You can catch a sight of angel eyes, All emptiness and infinite. And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed, I see god upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead, And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand, But we are never quite as close, as we are led to understand. And I know she is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking, walking, walking, And I know that she is is not my friend, And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again. Oh my my, oh lord no, yes she's walking on my skin again and again. |
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| 5:25 |
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I'm always thinking, of someone new,
I'm never sitting, okay with you, There's always something, else on my mind, There's always something, I can't find. You think about anything you can, I think about you, I'll think about anything it's true. I'm almost perfect, some of the time, I'm also sinking, some of the time, I'm almost ready, yeah it's almost true, For almost anyone but you. You think about anything you can, I think about you, I think about everything it's true, true, true. I'm always sinking, beneath the sand, You're holding nothing in your hand. You think about anything you can, I think about you, But I'll think about anything it's true, true, true, True, true, true, true, true, true, true, true, true. |
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| 3:17 |
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Anything's hard to change but hey I got you down on your knees again,
You watch the sky, it's a pale parade of passing clouds that cover, The bed upon which we laid, in the dark and the memories that I made, Of a laughing girl but you're just my toy, And I can't stop playing with you, baby. If you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. Coming along real good, But I still can't do most of the things I should, I watch the sky, coming down to bury me and, I can't stop this crawling out of my skin, I know that you see yourself flying in, out of the sky, Coming down to carry me but I won't come out. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. I watched all of the same parades, As they passed on the days that you wish you'd stayed, But all this pain gets me high, And I get off and you know why. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me. So if you think you need to go, If you wanted to be free, There's just one thing you need to know, And that's that you can't count on me, Aw you can't count on me, No you can't count on me. |
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| 5:02 |
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Wasted time running scared,
When all a love needs is to be believed in, All those Springs come and go, Past like trains of boxcars leaving, But I would be lying if I didn't tell you the truth, They will leave you, they will leave you. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone. Some are lost to you. Wasted time running scared, All that I need is to believe in something like a Summer, And I know you need somebody just like I do, And all these foxes go down in their barrows to hide, They will leave you, they will leave you behind. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, Just come now, lets go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or. Some are lost, some are leaving, Some are lost, some are leaving, But I'm not going at all, I'm not going anywhere at all. Some are lost to you. We've wasted time running scared, Now Autumn's fire is ashes on the breeze, And it spins away like dust on pearls, As Winter comes to usher in the evening, But all of these drummers go stand on the hillsides alone, They will leave you, they will leave you at home. So come now, let's go dance to the siren's song, Come now, leave your damage behind and gone, So come now, let's go down to the dance floor, Come now, lose your mind at Le Ballet d'Or, Just come now, come on let's get out while the getting's good, Just come now, there's no one left in the neighborhood. |
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| 4:57 |
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A picture of Amsterdam, bare trees under glass,
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light, Of a winter long past, When I was a riser, to Dublin I'd roam, She was a bareback rider, some miles from home. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. She's a carnival diver, hung in the sky, Cutting through time like a memory, Strung on a wire, The color of anything, fades in the air, She is the film of a book of the story, Of the smell of her hair. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. When everything's over and everything's clear, When everyone's older and no one is here, I try to remember a girl on a wire, Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green, Like a kite on the air. Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Oh come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me, Come back to me. |
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| 4:31 |
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Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been,
Little pieces blowing gently on the wind, They have flown down California, they have landed in LA, Little pieces slowly settling on the waves. I'm one of a million pieces fallen on the ground, It's one of the reasons we say goodbye, We'll still come around, yeah we will come around. I have waited for tomorrow from December 'til today, And I have started loving sorrow along the way, And I am calling from some city and I won't be there too long, Well, I could wait and I could waste away, But what comes back is I hear you say we're gone. For all of the times that I go spinning up and down, When all of the things have died between us, Well we'll still come around, yeah we will come around. After I've been missing for a while, And you hear that summer's song, Haven't all the fading lines lingered on? What I know is, she's going, When you know it, it's all right, So you put yourself between you and your pride, If you wait for what's coming and you listen to her lies, Then she'll say the things you need to hear, And the only one who'll disappear is you. And one of the million lies she said, Is all of the things you love are dead, But I've seen what she thinks is love, And it leaves me laughing so we'll still come around. Yeah we will come around, When you're gone we will, we will, we will, We will come around, When you're gone, we'll still come around, When you're gone, we will come around. |
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