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I don't know
But it seems that every single dream's Painted pretty pictures in the air And it tumbles in despair And it starts to bend Until by the end its a nightmare I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live I don't know But it's true, so many things you do Please you so they leave feeling warm It's the calm before the storm For the habit grows and before you know it you're deformed I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live I don't know But I see that every thing is free When you're young and treasures you can take But the bridge is gonna break You reach the end screaming "It's all been a mistake" I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live I don't know But it seems that every single dream's painted pretty pictures in the air Then it tumbles in despair And it starts to bend Until by the end its a nightmare I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live |
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Millionaires and paupers walk the hungry streets
Rich and poor companions of the restless beat Strangers in a foreign land Strike a match with trembling hand Learn too much to ever understand But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Lover's quarrel, snarl away their happiness Kissed crumble in a web of lonliness It's written by the poison pen Voices break before they bend The door is slammed It's over, once again But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Poets agonize, they cannot find the words And the stone stares at the sculptor asks "are you absurd?" The painter paints his brushes back Through the canvas runs a crack Portrait of the pain never answers back But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Soldiers, disillusioned, come home from the war Sarcastic students tell them not to fight no more And they argue through the night Black is black and white is white Walk away both knowing they are right But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Smoke dreams of escaping souls are drifting by Dull the pain of living as they slowly die Smiles change into a sneer washed away by whiskey tears In the quicksand of their mind they disappear Still nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady Feeble, aged, people almost to their knees Complain about the present using memories Never found their pot of gold Wrinkled hands pound weary holes Each line screams out you're old, you're old, you're old But nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady And the flower lady hobbles home without a sale Tattered shreds of petals leave a fading trail Not a pause to hold a rose Even she no longer knows The lamp goes out the evening now is closed And nobody's buying flowers from the flower lady |
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Oh, look outside the window, there's a woman bein' grabbed
They've dragged her to the bushes, and now she's bein' stabbed Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody Outside of a small circle of friends Ridin' down the highway, yes, my back is gettin' stiff 13 cars are piled up, they're hangin' on a cliff Now maybe we should pull them back with our towing chain But we gotta move, and we might get sued, and it looks like it's gonna rain And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody Outside of a small circle of friends Sweating in the ghetto with the colored and the poor The rats have joined the babies who are sleepin' on the floor Now wouldn't it be a riot if they really blew their tops? But they got too much already, and besides, we've got the cops And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody Outside of a small circle of friends Oh, there's a dirty paper using sex to make her sales The Supreme Court was so upset they sent him off to jail Maybe we should help the fiend and take away his fine But we're busy reading Playboy and the Sunday New York Times And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody Outside of a small circle of friends Smokin' marijuana is more fun than drinkin' beer But a friend of ours was captured, and they gave him 30 years Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why But demonstrations are a drag, besides, we're much too high And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody Outside of a small circle of friends Oh, look oustide the window, there's a woman bein' grabbed They've dragged her to the bushes, and now she's bein' stabbed Maybe we should call the cops and try to stop the pain But Monopoly is so much fun, I'd hate to blow the game And I'm sure it wouldn't interest anybody Outside of a small circle of friends |
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And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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Who's that coming down the road
A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere, had to stare Feathers at his fingertips A halo 'round his spine he must have lost his mind he should be put away, right away In the corner of the night he handed me his waterpipe His eyes were searching deep inside my head Here's what he said Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California New York city has exploded and it's crashed upon my head I dove beneath the bed Fighting, biting nails, turning pale The landlord's at my window And the burglar's at my door I can't take it anymore I guess I'll have to fly, it's worth a try Someone's banging on the wall But there's no party to recall The singer of the shadows of his soul So he's been told Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California From the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bed Trapped upon a stolen stage, a Barrymore at best(?) My rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blind Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life I'd sooner take a wife and have raise a child or two Wouldn't you? Peace has turned to poison The flag has blown a fuse Even courage is confused And now all the brave are in the grave Century is bending(?) have a very happy ending To the victor go the ashes of the spoil Seeds in the soil Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California The flower-power fuller brush man is farming out his friends I stabbed him with my stem And then I tapped his toes with my rose He crawled around inside himself Now he's crawling after me Dropping acid in my tea He wants to save his soul rock and roll One of us must understand It's not the drug that makes the man Then a poster of a movie star walked by He must have been high Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California Half the world is crazy and the other half is scared Maddonas do the minuet for the naked millionaires The anarchists are rising while we're racing for the moon It doesn't take a seer to see that the scene is coming soon So who's that coming down the road A sailor from the sea He looks a lot like me I'd know him anywhere Had to stare A fire around his fingertips A song around his spine He must have found his mind He should be put away Anyway Surrounded by the slaughter Now I'm boarding(?) at the border When the echoes of my ecstacy appear Wish I was here Sorry I can't stop and talk now I'm in kind of a hurry anyhow But I'll send you a tape from California |
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Silent soldiers on a silver screen
Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream Unpaid actors of the mystery The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free And what's this got to do with me I declare the war is over It's over, it's over Drums are drizzling on a grain of sand Fading rhythms of a fading land Prove your courage in the proud parade Trust your leaders where mistakes are almost never made And they're afraid that I'm afraid I'm afraid the war is over It's over, it's over Angry artists painting angry signs Use their vision just to blind the blind Poisoned players of a grizzly game One is guilty and the other gets the point to blame Pardon me if I refrain I declare the war is over It's over, it's over So do your duty, boys, and join with pride Serve your country in her suicide Find the flags so you can wave goodbye But just before the end even treason might be worth a try This country is to young to die I declare the war is over It's over, it's over One-legged veterans will greet the dawn And they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn And the gargoyles only sit and grieve The gypsy fortune teller told me that we'd been deceived You only are what you believe I believe the war is over It's over, it's over |
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The days grow longer for smaller prizes
I feel a stranger to all surprises You can have them, I don't want them I wear a different kind of garment In my rehearsals for retirement The lights are cold again, they dance below me I turn to old friends, they do not know me All but the beggar, he remembers I put a penny down for payment In my rehearsals for retirement If I'd have known the end would end in laughter I'd tell my daughter it doesn't matter The stage is tainted with empty voices The ladies painted, they have no choices I take my colors from the stable They lie in tatters by the tournament In my rehearsals for retirement Where are the armies who killed a country And turned a strong man into a baby? Now comes the rabble, they are welcome I wait in anger and amusement In my rehearsals for retirement If I'd have known the end would end in laughter Still I'd tell my daughter that it doesn't matter Farewell, my own true love, farewell, my fancy Are you still owin' me love, though you failed me? But one last gesture for your pleasure I'll paint your memory on the monument In my rehearsals for retirement |
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As I went out one evening to take the evening air
I was blessed by a blood-red moon In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I spied a fair young maiden and a flame was in her eyes And on her face lay the steel blue skies Of Lincoln Park, the dark was turning Turning They spread their sheets upon the ground just like a wandering tribe And the wise men walked in their Robespierre robes Through Lincoln Park the dark was turning The towers trapped and trembling, and the boats were tossed about When the fog rolled in and the gas rolled out From Lincoln Park the dark was turning Turning Like wild horses freed at last we took the streets of wine But I searched in vain for she stayed behind In Lincoln Park the dark was turning I'll go back to the city where I can be alone And tell my friend she lies in stone In Lincoln Park the dark was turning |
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Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs. Once I knew a girl She was a flower in a flame I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly Now the ashes of the dream Can be found in the magazines. And it seems that there are no more songs. Once I knew a sage who sang upon the stage He told about the world, His lover. A ghost without a name, Stands ragged in the rain. And it seems that there are no more songs. The rebels they were here They came beside the door They told me that the moon was bleeding Then all to my suprise, They took away my eyes. And it seems that there are no more songs. A (scar, star)?? is in the sky, It's time to say goodbye. A whale is on the beach, He's dying. A white flag in my hand, And a white bone in the sand. And it seems that there are no more songs. Hello, hello, hello Is there anybody home? I've only called to say I'm sorry. The drums are in the dawn, and all the voices gone. And it seems that there are no more songs. It seems that there are no more songs. It seems that there are no more songs. |
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I found him by the stage last night -- he was breathing his last breath.
A bottle of wine and a cigarette was all that he had left. I can see you make music 'cause you carry a guitar, God help the troubadour who tries to be a star. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. I seen my share of hustlers as they try to take the world, When they find their melody, they're surrounded by the girls. But it all fades so quickly like a sunny summer day, Reporters ask you questions, they write down what you say. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. They'll rob you of your innocence, they will put you up for sale. The more that you will find success, the more that you will fail. I been around, I've had my share, and I really can't complain, But I wonder who I left behind the other side of fame. So play the chords of love, my friend, play the chords of pain. If you want to keep your song, Don't, don't, don't, don't play the chords of fame. |
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