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Way back when in sixty-seven
I was the dandy of Gamma Chi Sweet things from Boston So young and willing moved down to scarsdale where the hell am I (Hey nineteen!) No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all Please take me along, when you slide on down Hey nineteen~ That's Aretha Franklin She don't remeber The queen of soul It's hard times be fallen The sole survivors She thinks I'm crazy But I'm just growing old Hey nineteen~ No we got nothing in common No we can't talk at all Please take me along When you slide on down repeat:The Cuervo Gold The fine Columbian Make tonight a wonderful thing No we can't dance together No we can't talk at all |
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This is the day of the expanding man
That shape is my shade There where I used to stand It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass At ramblers, wild gamblers That's all in the past You call me a fool You say it's a crazy scheme This one's for real I already bought the dream So useless to ask me why Throw a kiss and say goodbye I'll make it this time I'm ready to cross that fine line I'll learn to work the saxaphone I play just what I feel Drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world And I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues My back to the wall A victim of laughing chance This is for me The essence of true romance Sharing the things we know and love With those of my kind Libations Sensations That stagger the mind I crawl like a viper Through these suburban streets Make love to these women Languid and bittersweet I'll rise when the sun goes down Cover every game in town A world of my own I'll make it my home sweet home (refrain) This is the night of the expanding man I take one last drag As I approach the stand I cried when I wrote this song Sue me if I play too long This brother is free I'll be what I want to be |
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Some turnout, a hundred grand Get with it we'll shake his hand Don't bother to understand Don't question the little man Be part of the brotherhood Yes it's chain lightning It feels so good Hush brother, we cross the square Act natural like you don't care Turn slowly and comb your hair Don't trouble the midnight air We're standing just where he stood It was chain lightning It feels so good |
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Worry the bottle Mamma, it's grapefruit wine Kick off your high heel sneakers, it's party time The girls don't seem to care what's on As long as it plays till dawn Nothin' but blues and Elvis And somebody else's favorite song Give her some funked up music, she treats you nice Feed her some hungry reggae, she'll love you twice The girls don't seem to care tonight As long as the mood is right FM - no static at all Give her some funked up music she treats you nice Feed her some hungry reggae she'll love you twice The girls don't seem to care tonight As long as the mood is right FM - no static at all |
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Songwriters: Fagen, Donald;Becker, Walter
In the corner Of my eye I saw you in Rudy's You were very high You were high It was a cryin' disgrace They saw your face On the counter By your keys Was a book of numbers And your remedies One of these Surely will screen out the sorrow But where are you tomorrow I can't cry anymore While you run around Break away Just when it Seems so clear That it's Over now Drink your big black cow And get out of here Down to Greene Street There you go Lookin' so outrageous And they tell you so You should know How all the pros play the game You change your name Like a gangster On the run You will stagger homeward To your precious one I'm the one Who must make everything right Talk it out till daylight I don't care anymore Why you run around Break away Just when it Seems so clear That it's Over now Drink your big black cow And get out of here |
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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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Drive west on Sunset To the sea Turn that jungle music down Just until we're out of town This is no one night stand It's a real occasion Close your eyes and you'll be there It's everything they say The end of a perfect day Distant lights from across the bay Babylon sisters shake it Babylon sisters shake it So fine so young Tell me I'm the only one Here come those Santa Ana winds again We'll jog with show folk on the sand Drink kirschwasser from a shell San Francisco show and tell Well I should know by now That it's just a spasm Like a Sunday in T.J. That it's cheap but it's not free That I'm not what I used to be And that love's not a game for three Babylon sisters shake it Babylon sisters shake it So fine so young Tell me I'm the only one My friends say no don't go For that cotton candy Son you're playing with fire The kid will live and learn As he watches his bridges burn From the point of no return Babylon sisters shake it Babylon sisters shake it So fine so young Tell me I'm the only one |
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Down at the Lido they welcome you
With sausage and beer Klaus and The Rooster have been there too But lately he spends his time here Hangin' with the Mayor and all his friends And nobody cares Where the sailor shuts out the sunrise Blacked out on the stairs CHORUS: Knock twice, rap with your cane Feels nice, you're out of the rain We got your skinny girl Here at the Western World Ruthie will give you the silver key To open the red door Lay down your Jackson and you will see The sweetness you've been cryin' for In the night you hide from the madman You're longing to be But it all comes out on the inside Eventually CHORUS In the night you hide from the madman You're longing to be But it all comes out on the inside Eventually CHORUS |
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Those trucks in the street
Is it really Monday Time to find some trouble again Make a bid for romance While the dollar stands a chance Dumb love in the city at century's end We tap to this line Dancing on a mirror There's no disbelief to suspend It's the dance, it's the dress She's a concept more or less Dumb love in the city at century's end (At century's end) Nobody's holding out for heaven It's not for creatures here below We just suit up for a game The name of which we used to know It might be careless rapture This kid's got the eye Call it pirate radar Scooping out the roof for some trend But there's nobody new So she zeroes in on you Dumb love in the city at century's end (At century's end) Nobody's holding out for heaven It's not for creatures here below We just suit up for a game The name of which we used to know By now it's second nature Scratch the camera We can grab the locals Let's get to the love scene, my friend Which means look, maybe touch But beyond that not too much Dumb love in the city at century's end Dumb love in the city Love in the city at century's end Love in the city at century's end Love in the city at century's end Love in the city at century's end |
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Crewmen of the true companion
I can see you're tired of action In this everlasting twilight Home is just a sad abstraction. Just beyond the troubled skyways Young men dream of fire and star shine. I've been dreaming of my own green world Far across the reach of space time. |
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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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