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| 5:18 | 
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Bodhisattva Would you take me by the hand Bodhisattva Would you take me by the hand Can you show me The shine of your Japan The sparkle of your china Can you show me Bodhisattva Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town And I'll be there To shine in your Japan To sparkle in your China Yes I'll be there Bodhisattva |
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| 2. |
| 3:11 |
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I hear you are singing a song of the past; I see no tears
I know that you know that it may be the last for many years You'd gamble or give anything to be n qith the better half, But how many friends must I have to begin with to make you laugh Will you still have a song to sing when The razor boy comes and takes your fancy things away Will you still be singing it on that cold and windy day You know that the coming is so close at hand, you feel all right I guess only women in cages can stand this kind of night I guess only women in cages can play down the things they lose You think no tomorrow will come when you lay down you can't refuse [ |
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| 3. |
| 5:40 |
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Any news was good news And the feeling was bad at home I was out of mind and you Were on the phone Lonnie was the kingpin Back in nineteen sixty-five I was singing this song When Lonnie came alive CHORUS: Bring back the Boston Rag Tell all your buddies That it ain't no drag Bring back the Boston Rag You were Lady Bayside There was nothing that I could do So I pointed my car down Seventh Avenue Lonnie swept the playroom And he swallowed up all he found It was forty-eight hours til Lonnie came around CHORUS |
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| 4. |
| 6:59 |
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Got a feeling I've been here before
Watching as you cross the killing floor You know you'll have to pay it all You'll pay today or pay tomorrow You fasten up your beaded gown Then you try to tie me down Do you work it out one by one Or played in combination You throw out your gold teeth Do you see how they roll I have seen your iron and your brass Can't you see it shine behind the glass Your fortune is your roving eye Your mouth and legs Your gift for the runaround Torture is the main attraction I don't need that kind of action You don't have to dance for me I've seen your dance before Do you throw out your gold teeth Do you see how they roll Tobacco they grow in Peking In the Year of the Locust You'll see a sad thing Even Cathy Berberian knows There's one roulade she can't sing Dumb luck my friend Won't suck me in this time Tobacco they grow in Peking In the Year of the Locust You'll see a sad thing Even Cathy Berberian knows There's one roulade she can't sing Dumb luck my friend Won't suck me in this time Got a feeling I've been here before Won't you let me help you find the door All you got to do is use Your silver shoes A gift for the runaround Use your knack darlin' Take one step back darlin' There ain't nothing in Chicago For a monkey woman to do Do you throw out your gold teeth Do you see how they roll |
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| 5. |
| 5:26 |
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CHORUS: While the poor people sleepin' With the shade on the light While the poor people sleepin' All the stars come out at night After closing time At the Guernsey Fair I detect the El Supremo From the room at the top of the stairs Well I've been around the world And I've been in the Washington Zoo And in all my travels As the facts unravel I've found this to be true CHORUS They got the house on the corner With the rug inside They got the booze they need All that money can buy They got the shapely bods They got the Steely Dan T-shirt And for the coup-de-gras They're outrageous CHORUS Show biz kids making movies Of themselves you know they Don't give a fuck about anybody else CHORUS |
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| 6. |
| 5:46 |
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I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes When you put me on the Wolverine Up to Annandale It was still September When your daddy was quite surprised To find you with the working girls In the county jail I was smoking with the boys upstairs When I heard about the whole affair I said oh no William and Mary won't do CHORUS: Well I did not think the girl Could be so cruel And I'm never going back To my old school Oleanders growing outside her door Soon they're gonna be in bloom Up in Annandale I can't stand her Doing what she did before Living like a gypsy queen In a fairy tale Well I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said oh no Guadalajara won't do CHORUS California tumbles into the sea That'll be the day I go Back to Annandale Tried to warn you About Chino and Daddy Gee But I can't seem to get to you Through the U.S. Mail Well I hear the whistle but I can't go I'm gonna take her down to Mexico She said oh no Guadalajara won't do CHORUS |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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On the water down in New Orleans,
My baby's the pearl of the quarter She's a charmer like you never seen, Singing voulez, voulez, voulez, vous? Where the sailor spends his hard earned pay, Red beans and rice for a quarter You can see her almost any day Singing voulez, voulez, voulez, vous? And if you hear from my Louise, Won't you tell her I say hello Please make it clear when her day is done She got a place to go I walked alone down the Miracle Mile; I met my baby by the shrine of the martyr She stole my heart with her Cajun smile, Singing voulez, voulez, voulez, vous? She loved the million dollar words I say; She loved the candy and the flowers I bought her She said she loved me anad was on her way Singing voulez, voulez, voulez, vous? And if you hear from my Louise, Won't you tell her I love her so Please make it clear when her day is done She got a place to go |
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| 8. |
| 5:00 |
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Hello one and all; was it you I used to know?
Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio? All I've got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine Should you come my way you can share my poison wine No marigolds in the promised land, There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow Any man left on the Rio Grande Is the king of the world as far as I know I won't take your bread; I don't need no helping hand I can't be no savage; I can't be no highwayman Show me where you are; you and I can spend this day Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe I'm reading last years papers, although I don't know why Assassins, cons and rapers might as well die When you come around, no more plain regrets Watch the sun go brown smoking cobalt cigarettes There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way If I stay inside I might live till Saturday No marigolds in the promised land There's a hole in the ground where they used to grow Any man left of the Rio Grande Is the king of the world, king of the world as far as I know |
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