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Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it won't take me where I want to be I took the I-95 down to Pensacola All I found was a bunch of holyrollers The don't know nothing 'bout saving me I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies Got witnesses to what the goverment denies So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels Oh what a mystery Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave My sister, she says she knows Elvis She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes Cause all I've seen just terrifies me But I believe they're coming back for me I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels |
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I woke up this morning
Now I understand What it means to give your life To just one man Afraid of feeling nothing No bees or butterflies My head is full of voices And my house is full of lies This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I found you standing there When I was seventeen Now I'm thirty-two And I can't remember what I'd seen in you I made a promise Said it everyday Now I'm reading romance novels And I'm dreaming of yesterday This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'd like to see the Riviera And slowdance underneath the stars I'd like to watch the sun come up In a stranger's arms This is home, home And this is home, home This is home I'm going crazy A little at a time And everything I wanted Is now driving me away I woke this morning To the sound of beating hearts Mine is full of questions And it's tearing yours apart... |
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| 3:59 |
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Slappin' leather was devised
During a wild streak in her life She has a cheap apartment Up on Royal Street She brought home just enough To keep her on her feet She don't believe in anything But it you ask her, she'll say There's plenty of things to believe in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved She got a number off the bathroom wall She was looking for a good time So she made the call Got a strangely calm voice on the other line Sneaky little priest trying to reach out to the swine He said, "Hello my name is Father Tim Seems to me your zeal for this life Has been wearing a little thin" Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved Well, maybe we all could use a little grace To know when to run and when to Stay in one place Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sweet Rosalyn Sometimes you gotta give in Sometimes you gotta be loved |
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I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos, And drank til I was thirsty again We went searching through thrift store jungles Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo And Benny Goodman's corset and pen well, o.k. I made this up I promised you I'd never give up *If it makes you happy It can't be that bad If it makes you happy Then why the hell are you so sad You get down, real low down You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train Well who hasn't been there before? I come round, around the hard way Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread And serve you french toast again Well, o.k. I still get stoned I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home *repeat We've been far, far away from here Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos And everywhere in between Well, o.k. we get along So what if right now everything's wrong? *repeat |
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| 4:26 |
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I've wept for those who suffer long
But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on killing It's in the soul to feel such things But weak to watch without speaking Oh what mercy sadness brings If God be willing There is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And on the way, child and man, And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day Fire rages in the streets And swallows everything it meets It's just an image often seen On television Come leaders, come you men of great Let us hear you pontificate Your many virtues laid to waste And we aren't listening What do you have for us today Throw us a bone but save the plate On why we waited til so late Was there no oil to excavate No riches in trade for the fate Of every person who died in hate Throw us a bone, you men of great There is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And on the way, child and man, And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day It's buried in the countryside It's exploding in the shells at night It's everywhere a baby cries Freedom |
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Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go Hopes for money but all he gets is fear And the wind blows up his coat And this he scribbles on a perfume note "If I'm not here, then you're not here" And he says, "Call me Miscreation, I'm a walking celebration" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand My friend, o lawdy, Went to take care of her own body, And she got shot down in the road She looked up before she went, Said, "This isn't really what I meant" And the daily news said, "Two with one stone" And I say, "Hey there, Miscreation, Bring a flower, time is wasting" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand We got loud guitars and big suspicions, Great big guns and small ambitions, And we still argue over who is God And I say, "Hey there Miscreation, We all need a revelation" And it's hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand Hard to make a stand |
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| 4:17 |
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I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man
He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there but the brochure looks nice Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low, These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine He's got a daughter he calls Easter She was born on a Tuesday night I'm just wondering why I feel so all alone Why I'm a stranger in my own life Jump in, let's go Lay back, enjoy the show Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine I've been living in a sea of anarchy I've been living on coffee and nicotine I've been wondering if all the thing I've seen Were ever real, were ever really happening Everyday is a winding road I get a little bit closer Everyday is a faded sign I get a little bit closer to feeling fine |
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| 4:44 |
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Watch out sister, watch out brother,
Watch our children while they kill each other With a gun they bought at Walmart discount stores Welcome to the hallway, metal detectors just been installed Hey isn't cops and robbers gettin' to be a big bore Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now, It's much too scary And your might see something you wish you hadn't seen Out of sight, out of time, out of patience, And I'm out of my mind Governor, tell me what does it mean Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna be a hippy cause life is so sweet Good morning hate Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna rock and roll up and down the street, I've got a message Love is a good thing Love is a good, love is a good, Love is a good thing Politicians on a mission, Build them up, bring them down For the good of the system Well we don't like the way you live your life I got one thing I must express We try our criminals in the press Justice is a fading light Mary, Mary quite contrary, close the door now It's much too scary And you might see something you wish you hadn't seen Out of sight, out of time, out of patience, And I'm out of my mind Governor, tell me what does it mean Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna be a hippy cause life is so sweet Good morning hate Dance children, dance to the beat Wanna rock and roll up and down the street I've got a message Love is a good thing Love is a good, love is a good, Love is a good thing |
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Here she comes, she's all dressed up in daises
Half the time, you'd swear that she is crazy Flowered drinks and low-cut dress That's the way I know her best She says she's lonely, how could she be? Every night she's got company Oh Marie, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie She likes the way she looks in her Camaro She likes lingerie but he prefers the sombrero She's so famous on the block She stumbles home around four o'clock She claims the guys are hard to please She wears teen perfume behind her knees Oh Marie, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie All day long she fills me up with dogma She's all magazines and benzedrine and vodka There was one man she truly loved He took everything but her bear-skin rug And now and then it's clear to me That need is love and love is need Oh Marie, I sure hope you're happy Oh Marie, What about me, Marie Always an open door What are you looking for |
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Let's all go downtown
I got friends doing nothing but hanging around...well I feel like there's something I could be missing You know you look alright You got cheap shoes, a Malibu, and big public fights Well, there's no one else I would rather be kissing Baby when you start to bleed, you look so sweet Everybody's watching you cause everybody wants to be Little superstar, well baby that's what you are Little superstar, oh honey that's what you are I got a backstage line I call you up, been watching you for quite some time I beat around the streets like Bandidi looking for Camilla I'll be satin and speed IF you and I are still alive We'll get off these streets Well, there was a time I would have Hung around just to be seen Hey man, it's a shame when you start to fade Diamond rings and sparkily things Won't make your shine stay My little superstar, oh baby that's what you are My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart My little superstar, oh honey you know you are My little superstar, oh honey you break my heart |
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I read your book
And I find it strange That I know that girl and I know her world A little too well And I didn't know By giving my hand That I would be written down, sliced around, Passed down Among strangers hands Three days in Rome Where do we go I'll always remember Three days in Rome Never again Would I see your face You carry a pen and a paper and no time and words you waste You're a voyeur The worst kind of thief To take what happened To write down everything that went on Between you and me Three days in Rome And I stand alone I'll always remember Three days in Rome |
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I left a man
Asleep in the nude My name is my pocket With lipstick and rouge Everything I ever wanted, What a lovely pie you baked, Is anybody listening Don't the painted birds ever fly away It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away The walls have been talking About me again I'm good for a joke, but when I awoke The dream didn't end Now everytime I turn around I'm only sleeping, John, is anybody out there? Don't the wounded birds still sing? It's just an ordinary morning It's just an ordinary day And I'm just an ordinary woman Slipping away |
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| 4:08 |
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I know you hate me
I see that now If I was unhappy I'd be someone you could still care about And I think it's stupid and sad That everything turned out so bad And enemies make the most interesting friends I'm gonna write you a long letter I'm gonna get you on a telephone Three little words to make it all better Maybe I'll leave this whole thing alone *It's a sad sad world, Without you in it And I'm a bad bad girl, For letting you down And I remember every crazy minute But it's a sad sad world Without you around They tell what you like, For our own good We both hate fighting, No matter how misunderstood Well, I wanna tell you, That your stubborn And I wanna tell you, That I never lied And I wanna tell you, That your friends talk way to much And I wanna know, What happened to that friend of mine *Repeat Oh, it's a sad sad world, Without you in it And I'm a bad bad girl, For letting you down I remember every fucked up minute Oh it's a sad sad world, Without you around |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-01-18 15:40:52
Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Sheryl Crow(If it make you happy)
