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| 4:46 | 
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Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall As I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed Now I see you standing With brown leaves falling around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there Now you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid |
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| 2. |
| 4:30 |
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I was looking through some photographs I found inside your drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more But they didn't show your spirit quite as true You were turning around to see who was behind you And I took your childish laughter by surprise And at the moment that my camera happened to find you There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small Though it hasn't really been that long a time What I was seeing wasn't really happening at all Although for a while, our path did seem to climb But when you see through love's illusions, there lies the danger And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger While the loneliness seems to spring from your life Like a fountain from a pool Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight You've had to hide sometimes, but now you're all right And it's good to see your smiling face tonight Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams But that magic feeling never seems to last And while the future's there for anyone to change, still you know it seems It would be easier sometimes to change the past I'm just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you In my lessons at love's pain and heartache school Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you There's this loneliness springing up from your life Like a fountain from a pool Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light You've known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight You've had to hide sometimes but now you're all right And it's good to see your smiling face tonight |
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| 2:45 |
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I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer I thought you would go then come back home I thought the cold would leave by sum-mer But my qui-et nights will be spent alone You said there would be warm love in spring-time That was when you start-ed to be cold I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer But now I find my-self all alone You said then you'd be the life in au-tumn Said you'd be the one to see the way I nev-er dreamed you'd leave in sum-mer But now I find my love has gone away Why didn't you stay |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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Little Annie Fannie Morgan and Christian Katy and Nathan Tommy and Zem Zem Alex and J.J. Tai and Ezekial Amy and Josie Matthew and Mosie Sweet Pearl and Nicholas Come here and tickle us I don't like nicknames I like to play games One of them's Batman That's where it's at man Look at your t-shirt I see you're all wet now I'll give you a bath If you'll go to bed now Oh can't you see I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired Joey and Janet Jennifer, Joshua Justin and Jason Jacob and Jordan Heather and Shannon Marisa and Kirsten Kimmie and David Who shall we play with? Here comes my own son Light of my life is Younger than new leaves Brighter than you please Says that he loves me Big as the world and Gabriel Harris You go to bed now You go to bed now It's quarter to nine I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired You heard what I said now You go to bed now It was a hard day Never enough play Iggy was sick and couldn't come over One of your mice died That was when you cried Get in the tub And play with your boats now Sit here beside me I'll tell you a story One about snakes And anything gory Ask me no questions How far is the sky And I'm falling asleep And you're smarter than I am Light of my life Good night Good night Good night ⓒ 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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| 5. |
| 4:45 |
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They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him He felt a spark tingle to his bones Twas when he felt alone And wished that he'd gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate They walked down by the old canal A little confused I remember well And then they stopped in a strange hotel With the neon burning bright He felt the heat of the night Hit him like a freight train And moving with a simple twist of fate Saxaphone some place nearby played She was walking on by at the arcade As a light burst through a bead of shade But as he was waking She dropprd a coin into a cup of a blind man That became and both got a bout Of a simple twist of fate He woke up and the room was bear He didn't see he anywhere He told himself he didn't care He pushed the window open wide He felt an emptyness inside too He could just not relate But by a simple twist of fate He hears the ticking of the clocks Small waves whisper to the rocks He hunts her down by the waterfront docks Where the sailors all come in Perhaps he'll see her once again How long must he wait once more For a simple twist of fate People tell me it's a crime To feel to much at any one time All it cost me was a dime But the bells refuse to ring He was born in the spring But I was born to late to blame It on a simple twist of fate |
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| 2:46 |
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Walk along the river
Sweet lullaby It just keeps on flowing It don't worry 'bout where it's going No, no Don't fly, mister blue bird I'm just walking down the road Early morning sunshine Tell me all I need to know You're my blue sky You're my sunny day Lord, you know it makes me high When you turn your love my way Turn your love my way Good old Sunday morning Bells are ringing everywhere Going to Carolina It won't be long and I'll be there You're my blue sky You're my sunny day Lord, you know it makes me high When you turn your love my way Turn your love my way |
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| 3:05 |
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We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there. Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John and Linda live in Omaha, And Joe is somewhere on the road. We lost Davy in the Korean war, And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore. Chorus: Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger, And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day. Old people just grow lonesome Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello." Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more, She sits and stares through the back door screen. And all the news just repeats itself Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen. Someday I'll go and call up Rudy, We worked together at the factory. But what could I say if asks "What's new?" "Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do." Repeat Chorus: So if you're walking down the street sometime And spot some hollow ancient eyes, Please don't just pass 'em by and stare As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello." |
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| 8. |
| 4:28 |
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Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse the stairs in the halls, recalling Your step; and I remember too. All the pictures are shaded and fading in grey And I still set a place on the table at noon And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared; I wait for you Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home. Jesse the spread on the bed, It's like when you left, I kept it for you. All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned And are seemingly new; hey Jess, me and you. We'll swallow the light on the stairs I'll fix up my hair, we'll sleep unawares Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home |
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| 9. |
| 3:56 |
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The lady's adrift in a foreign land Singing on issues both humble and grand A decade flew past her and there on the page She read that the prince had returned to the stage Hovering near treacherous waters A friend saw her drifting and caught her Unguarded fantasies flying too far Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember Those eloquent songs from the good old days That set us to marching with banners ablaze But reporters, there's no sense in prying Our blue-eyed son's been denying The truths that are wrapped in a mystery The sixties are over so set him free And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair Why do I sit the autumnal judge Years of self-righteousness will not budge Singer or savior, it was his to choose Which of us knows what was his to lose Because idols are best when they're made of stone A savior's a nuisance to live with at home Stars often fall, heroes go unsung And martyrs most certainly die too young So thank you for writing the best songs Thank you for righting a few wrongs You're a savage gift on a wayward bus But you stepped down and you sang to us And get you down to the harbor now Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair ⓒ 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
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| 10. |
| 3:26 |
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Di Da (Repeat through the whole song)
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| 11. |
| 4:11 | 
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