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Bella played the bridge every second
loneliest night of the year. Took a certain liking to a fellow there, Bella. She said I brought her back to some old better man, fella. Bella, she was born today feeling kinda spry. Bella's birthday cake was burning, yeah Like lightning, oh, like fire Bella's birthday cake was burning Bella made her bed in red every loneliest night of the year. Tied me to rages of her rocking chair, Bella. Fed me quiet offer through her ever wares, I tell ya Bella she was born today feeling kinda spry. Bella's birthday cake was burning yeah like lightning, oh, like fire Bella's birthday cake was burning ever yearning forest fire. And all of her lines she left unread "Spirits and battles won," she said And over her mountain tops she ground me off where...I can't remember...no Bella played the bridge on the second loneliest of the year Bella she was born today Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, oh Bella's birthday cake was burning Bella's birthday cake was burning Bella's birthday cake was burning Bella's birthday cake was burning Fifty years gone Bella's birthday cake was burning Fifty years gone Fifty years man Fifty years gone Bella's birthday cake was burning, burning, burning Bella, Bella, woo... |
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Day by day
I wake up for you I do And I rise up to who knows who And if I could say some other day Day by day I reach up to you I do And I pretend there's something to it And if I could say I've had better days DooDooDooDooDoo repeat 3x Day by day I rise up to you I do And I wash up after you're through And if I could say that's O.K. DooDooDooDooDoo repeat 3x And you're in my head again And you're in my bed again And you're in my mirror again Heeeeeeeeeeeeee And if you don't me I don't mind you DaDaDaDa Day by day I wake up to you I do I do I do |
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Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there Do you believe in the man in the garden Do you believe or do you care Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above Did he lie in the name of love ....in the garden Do you believe in the path that you follow Do you believe it takes you where you want Do you believe in the lies that you swallow Do you believe it takes you where you go See the man. He never lies he never will Did he fight for the right to kill ....in the garden ....in the garden There's a little man in a house alone...waiting He doesn't lie. He doesn't wait for love to hold on to He doesn't lie. He doesn't wait... Johnny's in the garden I see the err in my ways ....in the garden Do you believe in the man in the garden? |
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Okay, I got a thing for fish with no eyes
Who swim deep in the sea With nothing to see Okay, I got a thing for mountains of sand Left all to their own To quietly stand, won't you help me now Take me to the bottom of... Take me to the bottom of... Take me to the bottom of... the ocean Okay, I got a thing for mermaiden tails Who swim naked with me Your hair of seaweed Okay, I got a thing for sunken shipwrecks With booty of gold I dont care if it's wet, won't you help me now Take me to the bottom of... Take me to the bottom of... Take me to the bottom of... the ocean I don't need no air... |
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Big Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas
God don't the world smell good today I'm bigger than a fruitcake Smaller than your honor A farmer for a daughter..HEY |
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Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes
Put away that bullshit, big boys they don't cry to their mommas ... she'll be back soon Put away your raincoat and make your bed Take another bullet right to your head Now, we're going on a picnic and we'll get there soon And she says... maybe it's over He says... there's plenty more fish in the sea I say... don't go away from me Now put away your dinner and have a snack Tie your little brother up in a sack now We're moving to the country and we'll get there soon (she says) Now, pack up all the things that you don't deserve Take another swing... well here comes a curve ball I bet you can't hit 'cause you'll swing to soon And she says... maybe it's over He says... there's plenty more fish in the sea I say... don't go away...don't go away... Please don't go away, from me But can you take it to hard I'll never leave you Take those damn pictures off of that shelf Put away your mommy you don't need her I found you a new one... she'll be here soon And she says...my God it's over, He says...I found another fish in the sea I say... why me? Why me? Why me? Why is it me |
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(Number eight, we're rolling. One, two, three.)
You talk about one You talk about reason and the nature of unity You talk about rust Good voice of freedom through your light of diversity You are news confusion I can feel I can feel I can feel Wise man do you believe in love? Wise man do you believe in the things that I'm thinking of? Yeah! Woo! So talk about truth Talk about justice in the world of impurity Talk about wars oooh And the glory as a kingdom would rule Ahhh kings, yeah! See some dissolution I can feel I can feel I can feel Wise man do you believe in love? Wise man are you sure of the power from above? Wise man who do you see in me? Me, yeah... Ooooh Wise man do you believe in love? Wise man can you show me the power from above? Wise man who do you see in me? In me, yeah... Talk about one Talk about one Talk about one Talk about one Talk about one Talk about one |
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I cut off the curls,
I shaved half my face, Became half the man you asked to replace. I'm willing to save you, You said you're worth saving. But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving. Stand in the mirror, Well that's me beside you. The one with the smile, The one that abides you. Now don't mind the mad man, the killer, the lover. Well he's slowly fading one into the other. And where is that white picket fence, That I painted myself, In the late days of April. Oh where are the daffodil mountains, I know that they're somewhere around here, By the garden.... You say that you're happy, Well you should know better. I can see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater, That some lover tore off you. That left you both shaken. That bled deep inside you, the wound you'd forsaken. And where is that white picket fence, That I painted myself, In the late days of April. Oh where are the daffodil mountains, I know that they're somewhere around here, By the garden.... Don't fear I will save you. Don't shout you'll awaken. The corpse in the desert, staked out beside you. I cut off his wing, And shaved half his face, but I thought that I saw his eyes -- move. |
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I sing above my vision. I sing above my face.
A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead. Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake. Take upon your vigil. Wallow in the wake. It was glorious of glories-a maple April day With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays They said walk away walk away if you can but one leap out the village and our caravan began Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky. He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions Every day a saturday, a summer waking morn, His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born. While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young. and Sol said, fly away fly away if you can But he settled next the oarsman, said I'm my own man and this is my life... Heed above my meter, Heed above my fate. Can't go back again... I got a reason to be fevered-summer waking morn. Back back when the poor poor boy was born. Now cross into his fortune. While enchanted by the queen. A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean. And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face. Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place. And the battle for his spirit then caused him to remain. And he fought as a thousand Visigoths and he cursed the night in vain. She said run away run away if you can But last he heard a voice of...I'm my own man and this is my life... Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairs She showered him with daffodils and tied ribbons in his hair. He woke for bare a moment but she wouldn't let him weep. With lips of only roses kissed him down to sleep. So royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbend. For here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it's end. What's fate done to our hero I cannot reply... The last that I saw him, a flection in her eye. |
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How have you been
in the shape you were in I'm suprised that you got where you're going Who would believe What a date you would be If I knew I'd have thought about knowing And in between now and the last time we met I'd open the door if I met you again And I swear that we'd be better/fair ever friends From here until 10 miles from nowhere What is that there In your brown paper box I can see that you kept all the memories we'd lost I'd sworn it was you Who was destined and gone To the pressure of past undertakings Had I had known that it might have been me I might have returned a letter or three Or gave you a call from the sanctuary for the cracks in these walls tell time for a fee From here until 10... From now until 10...miles from nowhere |
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Mr. Merry cries in his coffin
For days he says he can remember And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs Of a beautiful purple mountain From every walk of life we've come to see the Last Great American May I now present you the speaker, ”Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold… He had a how do you say, ethical like sense” That's when the President started to giggle And the children gave the blessing Though the service weren't half done Each of them sued the other one For the Last great American .. Merry reaches up, we bow our heads He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read Here lies our Merry The man with the heart so spent That in this day and age Is sick of living And judges argue letters Fabric comes undone For every daughter every son Of the Last great American… For every daughter every son Of the Last great American… |
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