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Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Lose your father, your husband, Your mother, your children. What are you dying for ? It's not my reality. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. US CD MFSL Ultradisc UDCD 640 r. 08 08 1995 What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? Could have come through anytime, Cold lonely, puritan. What are you fighting for ? It's not my security. It's just an old war, Not even a cold war, Don't say it in Russian, Don't say it in German. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. Say it in broken English, Say it in broken English. What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting for ? What are you fighting ... |
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| 2. |
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<P>"The morning sun touched lightly on
the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there ´neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>Her husband, he´s off to work and the kids are off to school And there are oh so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she realised she´d never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she´d memorised in her daddy´s easy chair. </P><P>The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud </P><P>And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd. </P><P>At the age of thirty-seven she knew she´d found forever As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair..." </P> |
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| 4:41 |
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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. They hurt you at home and they hit you at school, They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years Then they expect you to pick a career, But you really can't function you're so full of fear. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you're so clever and classless and free, But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. There's room at the top they are telling us still, But first we must learn how to smile as we kill If we want to live like the folks on the hill. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. A working class hero is something to be, A working class hero is something to be. |
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<P>Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again. Oh, and I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that my pain is so strong. </P><P>All the other patients say they've never seen a man with such pain, Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again ? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long, Oh, you see that I'm not that strong. </P><P>The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ear. Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here ? What am I doing in this place ? Why does the doctor have no face ? Oh, I can't crawl across the floor. Can't you see, Sister Morphine, just trying to score. </P><P>Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem. Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams. Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast And that this shot will be the last. </P><P>Please, Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head. Hey, Sister Morphine, you'd better make up the lyin' bed 'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead, And you can sit around and watch all the clean white sheets stain red. </P> |
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| 4:32 |
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Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. Looking out at the rain Looking in through the storm. Treading the waves, Come in from harm. How could you regret your other words ... Hoping for thrills ???? free as a bird ... Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. There's a knock at the door, I get up ???? let you in. Travelled and stained, Soaked to the skin. Welcome my darling, you got here at last ... Come and sit by the fire ???? forget what's past. So sad, so sad, So sad, so sad. Strum me hard, strum me fast, Fears sure built into every wall. Looking hard through the glass, Fears sure built in with every waltz. Looking out at the rain Looking in through the storm. Looking back, looking forward, Flying up, flying down ???? What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad What have you found ? So sad, so sad. |
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| 8:27 |
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You've seen him
In the undirected light of street dreams Doing nothing ? Standing, like to seem casual With a resemblance to people held by fear. Lit by fire and disrepair. The blue millionaire. Don't listen and keep asking ? Only stories reach this far. No one's left and no one's coming And I will disappear Far away from you, The American wind, And the blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. There is no such thing as the Wrong Man Blue as the dusk that ended my day And shut off the light and air. I wish I could tell you How he put them in cages, Found you where you slept. Got me down with something else than bruises Tied me to a blue chair Lit by fire and disrepair The blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles, Drowning in shadow, Shadows moving in. Forever imagine Imagine it's him Nearby the window With dreams broken in. I don't laugh anymore ? or smile, I am lost in the body, The passion of time. He is screening my dreams And everything that's mine. Don't stay in this mirror Other hands have left me in. You don't blow away as I do. It will be the same again. Turn and point away from here. Steal what you cannot win From the blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue millionaire. Blue ... |
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| 4:22 |
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Trouble in mind, I'm blue
But I won't be blue always The sun will shine In my back door some day Trouble in mind, that's true I have almost lost my mind Life ain't worth living Sometimes I feel like dying I'm gonna lay my head On some lonesome railroad line Let the 2:19 train Ease my trouble in mind Trouble, oh trouble Trouble's on your worried mind When you see me laughing, baby I'm laughing just to keep from crying I'm going down to the river I'm gonna take my old rocking chair And if those blues overtake me I'm gonna rock on away from there Trouble in mind, I'm blue My poor heart is beating slow Never had no trouble In my life before Never had no trouble In my life before |
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Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down. Strange a woman tries to save What a man will try to drown. And he's the rain that they predicted, It's the forecast every time. The rose has died because you picked it An' I believe that brandy's mine. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. The word is getting flatter, The sky is falling all around. And nothing is the matter For I never cry in town. And a love like ours, my dear, Is best measured when it's down. And I never buy umbrellas, For there's always one around. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. And you know that it's beginning, And you know that it's the end When once again we are strangers And the fog comes rolling in. And all over the world Strangers Talk only about the weather. All over the world It's the same It's the same It's the same. Dr. john: You ready ? 2, 3, 4, 1. |
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What is it children that falls from the sky?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye ya. Mannah from Heaven from most high, Food from the Father, tayi, taye ya. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the grief. Peace to your brother, give and take heed, Tayi, taya, it left two feet. One foot extended, snake to the ground, Wave of the Earth, one turn around. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again,shake out the grief, babe. Stretch out your arms now dip and sway, Fruit of thy bird, tayi, taya. Threw off your shoe, haul off the sow, Dust off the words that shape from the tale. We shall live again, we shall live again, We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance. Here we are, Father, here, Holy Ghost, Bread of your bread, host of your host. We are the tears that fall from your eyes, Word of your word, cry of your cry. We shall live again, we shall live again. We shall live again, we shall live. What is it, Father, in your eye, What is this grave sign, eyes to cry. Blood of my baby, well, just what I need. What is it, hide me, way off to speed. Who is it, Father, holy that night? What is it, Father, that moves to the right? What is it, Father, isn't it pain? What is it, Father, that shapes from your main? What is it, Father, supposed to be brave? A lot of questions, the right to live What is it, baby, I can't do. Your mama loves you, I'm dying, too. I won't forget you, never lie I'll always love you till I die... |
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| 3:43 |
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It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows And to seek life under stones In a place water flows. It is best to find in sleep The missing pieces that you lost Best that you refuse to weep Ash to ash, dust to dust. It is strange to sleep alone In a place no one knows Strange to shelter under stones In a place water flows. It is safe to walk with me Where you can read the sky and stars, Safe to walk upon the sea In my sleep we can go far. It is safe to sleep alone In a place no one knows And to shelter under stones In a place water flows. It is strange to sleep alone In a place no one goes, Strange to seek life under stones. In my sleep no one knows. |
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