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You got a brain just like a steam shovel
And I'm tar upon the road You've got a body like a shotgun That I'm trying to unload If you are yin and yang then Baby I must be ego and id I'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he is And you're a bold El Cid Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are You got a beret like Che Guevara But your dress makes me see stripes and stars Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are You got imagination like a lift I'm stuck between the floors Your soul looks like a doorman I'm revolving in his doors I try to read you like a book You laugh between the lines You got a sense of humor like a motorway Clearly I'm not an exit sign Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Well you tell us that you're going far How come your stocks are still where they are Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are You've got a future like a family photo And I'm just out of shot Well when your car is freezing over My collar's getting hot You're fighting wars in your inside And I'm a pacifist Yeah, but if you were my country Baby You know that I'd enlist Oh come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Well I guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby don't tread me down too far Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby don't tread me down too far Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby don't tread me down too far Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are |
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Mother, last night I shot a famous man
His music, his life, I was his greatest fan Mother, I'm sorry for all the things that I did I've been hiding it all of my life, shouldIve kept it still hid Should've kept it still hid Mother, last night I shot a famous man Ain't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin You must know where to begin Mother, last night I shot a famous man But today I can't say it all went according to plan He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes Now I know how he felt every day til he died Every day til he died Mother, well now people listen to me I'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of Comedy Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar And I wish that I'd swallowed my words Wished I'd swallowed my words Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me |
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You know those feelings I'm talking about
You're walking down the road A car indicates right and then turns left You didn't get the code It's a world of signs we're living in A mirror and that's a fact If you don't reflect what they provide They're likely to react Was another wind-swept Wednesday In the schoolyard of the heart Your knuckles got wrapped for this before You had to learn your part I'm at your window looking in Seems my valentine has died We came out in 1983 Now you've gone back inside You've gone back inside A snapshot of a wicked world It's flowing down the sink But there is no point in watching it go No time to sit and think The world's revolving faster But the train's still going slow So much cackle, no more laughter Don't trust anyone you don't know Your mother's irresponsible Your father's on the booze It just happened to turn out that way They could not really choose Now you've got big alternatives But it's only one or naught Don't try to look between those places If you do then don't get caught Don't get caught cos that could ruin your career You're looking for a part-time job You're picking up the perks And all you do is lick the floor And jerk off all the jerks I don't know if you've noticed I'm tired of being understood But at least these words rhyme with the world In a sense you knew they would Sometimes I am a politician Other times I'm just a king But I always do the things I want Like let my payphone ring Of course I have no money Naturally, I have no friends Of course I have no power But the license to pretend that I've got a career I can pretend that I've got a career You reached the door they told you to They just said eWell what took you so long?' Well maybe in that corridor All the exits were marked wrong You took the route they told you to You walked down straight white lines You kept on looking straight ahead I'm sure it'll work out fine Now you've got what you want and you've got your career |
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Well it was July the 13th 1985
The Global Jukebox came alive well we fed the world that day we fed the world that day it was a day for a party we made a lot of food and we ate it sure as hell vegetarian salads they had no meat there were leftovers as well everybody laughed when i said think of all the people dying or dead lets pick up the leftovers and send them to the dying children in Ethiopia My mother used to say that Sure I was pleased to give money cause it was not a political cause I just remember the smiling faces, the music and the applause I spent 30 quid on coke I smoked a little too much dope I was wiped out from 5 to 7 I missed bands like bally and u2 It was July the 13th 1985 was the day we watched live aid The global jukebox came alive and we fed the world that day what about the music? yeah the music was fucking brilliant and that madonna she sure can move by the time paul macartney's microphone failed yeah we were all well into the live aid groove Paul macartney he sang well it must have been a bit of an irony because if you let it be nothing will improve but it was the first time i heard......... .................. .............. I was really moved It was July the 13th 1985 was the day we watched live aid The global pukebox came alive and we fed the world that day Well the powerful force of pop music solved the problems fed the world so what if there weren't any blacks involved there was everybody but the gold bob geld has no ego that man should get the nobel prize by the time he sang a solo on feed the world I thought he should be canonized I felt guilty about the starving but i felt good to be alive but i must admit i shed a tear for the moving video of that great car song Drive saint bob made me feel like shit so i opened an envelope and got out a very crisp 10 pound note it was the same one i used earlier to snort my coke that made me feel good inside sending the money, not snorting the coke It was July the 13th 1985 was the day we watched live aid The global jukebox came alive and we fed the world that day I personally with my 10 pound note that i used to snorth the coke fed the world that day the night goes on who's gonna take me home who's gonna drive you home |
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He got shafted in Bradford for his out of date routines up there
And the trouble he ran into Brighton was more than his share He's been running for thirty years, he would have settled down But each town he appears in puts a red nose on the clown You can buy the old showbills and frame them, they're nearly antiques You can trip up on his big clown shoes as you're starting to speak He squirts the flower, hurts your hand, it'll always catch you And his tears are etched so deep that they might just be tattooed The one man circus is coming to town Put the banners up, take your trousers down Paint on a smile, wipe off the frown Heaven knows he won't hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He said 'I played Chaplin for Hitler in March 44 Been a black and white minstrel before that whole thing was outlawed And I've dragged it on every pier in every seaside town But there aren't any dances today, the pavilions have all been pulled down I came over straight after the war and they hijacked my name I waited for so many years but my wife never came I've been learning these lines every day since 1945 And I'll recite them everyday I wished I was alive' The one man circus is coming to town Get the dogs out, tear the posters down Paint go home on the walls til he is elsewhere bound Don't you know he could hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He's tripping over backwards, taking off his clothes And no-one helps him, everyone knows We laugh at the misfortune of others Everytime the glass empties, the lions they all get set free On a town full of unsuspecting tourists who scream when they're happy And the scarecrow's on probation just for making faces in a mirror The past put a hand on his shoulder and drowned him in tears Now he ushers and watched the movies where children don't age And the dancing horse stole all the keys and took charge of the stage And the freaks are on the razzmatazz, they're all fuelled on coke and gin And the cast-out's on the street and we've already let him in The one man circus |
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I took a deep breath and I just stood there staring
It could have been stupid but I was past caring It all seemed to depend on one little kiss Oh but who would have thought it would turn out like this And if I had I'd still have taken the risk Please pick me up, 'cause I'm falling apart That's why I try Hard not to start These affairs of the heart These affairs of the heart Out in the big world, it was coming on morning The newsreader on breakfast tv was still yawning An h-bomb in taiwan, a sex-bomb in spain If you spill that red wine, white will get out the stain Forget the mess, baby, when will I see you again Please pick me up while I'm playing this part That's why I try Hard not to start These affairs of the heart These affairs of the heart This movie is paper, it's 2-d, it's see-through I know what happens cos I saw the preview This mental fandango could drive me insane Just me, these six steel strings and you off in spain Plainly the rain mainly falls down my drain Please pick me up and then pull me apart That's why I try Hard not to start These affairs of the heart These affairs of the heart |
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I've read that it's official
That our love has solidified in ritual And all our sweet nothings melted into vitriol We eat it up, we chew it round, we spit it out But I doubt that we've got a lot to shout about The time has come, the bell has rung and now it's seconds out I'm just a man but I try to be a human I'm just a man but I try to be a human Now the inmates are in charge of the asylum All this silence, it will only lead to violence Now the inmates are in charge of the asylum Watch out I've seen the big oaks falling And I've heard the dying voice of England calling No vote is worth a damn, we're stuck here in our heartland stalling Her nerve is twice as cold as the icebox in my fridge I'd write you letters but she took away my privilege I'll be there at the auction just to see how high she'll bid I'm just a man but I try to be human I'm just a man but I try to be human Now the inmates are in charge of the asylum All this silence, well it might only lead to violence Now the inmates are in charge of the asylum Watch out They clipped my ticket but they took away the cinema Well now they just show films with things the way they think they are Some things may be black and white but not when there's a color bar You tell me not to throw it's only someone's policy I think you oughta know I'm sick of ideology yeah I'm gonna hide right now, will you clear up this mess for me? I'm just a man but I try to be human I'm just a man but I try to be human Now the inmates are in charge of the asylum All this silence, well it could only lead to violence Now the inmates are in charge of the asylum Watch out They're taking my humanity and they're trying to squeeze it out of me They're taking my humanity and they're trying to squeeze it out of me I'm just a man but I try to be a humane man |
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When it's time to pack your bags
When everything appears as the drag that it is Get down that brown case that your grandma had Open it up and think of your dad When you're feeling empty And the echos round this cold white room have no identity When it's time to pack your bags Save a little room for me When it's time to buy a home When you're sick of using a different phone everyday Settle up your debts and then settle down Take that suitcase back to the lost and found When you're feeling lonely I guarantee the neighbourhood community will rally round you Wait and see When it's time to buy a home Save a little room for me When it's time to lie down When you're sick of the sound and the sight hurts your eyes Wrap up warm in a single bed Tie up the loose strings that are in your head When you're feeling empty Dreams will fill you up in the Big Sleep City When it's time for you lie down Save a little room for me Save a little room for me |
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It is a 24 hour operation with a skeleton staff
The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half The boss votes the way the money goes, and the flags fly at half-mast He believes in the lie that is free enterprise and it just makes me laugh And it makes me nervous Careers service It makes me nervous You can't walk down the street now the corner-shop's been closed Who needs nostalgia when it belts you in the nose Big men put me out of business, made me sell budget garden hose Left you drunk on overpriced scotch, wearing a plastic rose And it makes me nervous Careers service It makes me nervous The boys in the queue The girls in the queue The men and the women all shouting at you Whatever happened to careerIs information Whatever happened to the pride of this nation No-oneIs giving us good vibrations Excitations You've got your best suit on for the interview Meeting people you shouldnIt have to meet, doing things you don't want to do Behind the desk, it's all sex on a casting couch, surely will bite you You don't even get the understudy amidst all this hullabaloo And it makes me nervous Careers service Well it's so worthless Careers service Well it's so worthless |
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I was standing on a corner kicking my heels
Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals There was just me and the clock struck out I was looking for something to scream and shout about So I took a train and I went back home There was no one to tell so I didn't telephone That place is just another big unknown to me That place is just another big unknown to me The sea made angry faces, the waves were getting high Saw them kicking down onto the front And the cars dodged the water that was flooding on by And I just stood there, an orphan fool I saw kids smoking chain on their way back from school A tramp got reckless in the center of town He was talking about Jesus as the sun went down A lifetime of sorrows, he was ready to drown A lifetime of sorrows, I think he was going to drown Well I hit this bar where I used to hang out Talked to the guy behind the bar, then dropped a few names He didn't know what I was talking about So I put my money down and I shot some pool Beat two punks, I was feeling cool A couple of girls started to flirt And I felt really old as they tugged my shirt And I walked outside as they hurled some dirt at me I walked outside as they hurled dirt at me Went to visit Helen by St. Helen's Park That place used to frighten me now all I can see Was a couple of wide-boy sharks flashing their teeth in the small-town dark Huddled myself in the cold That old red brick house I can find it blindfolded I loved her when I was sixteen She was an old town new brown beauty queen Now I just spend my time filling the gaps in between her and me Well I just spend my time filling the gaps that have grown in between her and me Midnight in the subway, we'd huddle up and laugh When we missed the last bus home, we'd just sit there all night And we'd play guitars until the night-time passed I went there to count some sheep With the smell of glue, I couldn't sleep Made my excuses to no-one, left town To leave it in the city at the lost and found Where the steps my father walked don't echo on down And my mother's voice calling doesn't make no sound And there's no yesterdays to tie you down And as I hit the city, I remember this sound Waves on the shore going pound pound pound The streets in the city still swirling around And my mother's voice calling me, calling me, calling me back I was standing on a corner kicking my heels Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought that I was making deals |
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Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother
And I'm their bastard son Though my roots show through I'm just 22 I don't belong to anyone When The Band was disbanded, I was disowned I got a number you can ring me on but I ain't got no phone Got a forwarding address, baby I ain't got no home I got no direction home That's the style of a bastard child This is the song of a bastard son Uncle Lenny used to make me laugh Took away my nightmares, tore my daydreams in half Showed them to me reflected upside-down In the mirror that Suzanne Vega found Lenny's still doing his tricks today Only goes to show that growing up might pay Bruce and James were family friends Took my mind to Carolina through the New Jersey bends Gave me a harmonica when I was three Nailed a banjo to my knees Now Bruce is a foreman and James is a slave Bruce gave in and James just gave up My family didn't grow up too well with technology And I think this is why they disowned me But now I wanna get back into the fold I don't wanna be a black sheep, I don't wanna grow old Here's to Warren, Neil, T-Bone, Andy, Lou, Townes, Elliott Tom, Steve, Elizabeth, Elvia, Dave You're singing something good and it's gotta be saved I think so! I've only just started playing guitar and already they say I'm a has-been Say my songs are too long, words are too strong, shoes aren't clean See the synthesizer's broken, the 12 inch does not exist It's gonna take a blessed life to get on to the hitlist I'm gonna need a blessed life to get on to the hitlist But I'm singing for the men, for the women and the kids Who grew up like me with seven basic instincts hid Bob Dylan is my father, Joan Baez is my mother And I'm their bastard son. |
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He's done it all a million times
The gags, the repartee, the little crimes Every audience is special and that goes for you He looks into your eyes again He never does it but he tries again That old boy lost look could bruise you black and blue Everybody's looking for a single row so they can be alone Cos every time the lights go up, they'd rather be at home I looked through all the wanted ads with a fine toothed comb And all I came up with was another evening Doing the same thing twice That's what I was doing All the drinks that he's been sinking Never ask him what he's thinking Every audience is unique and that goes for you Dead or alive you're coming with me Because everything's my cup of tea That's why I've got a gold suit and some green italian shoes Everybody says they had, but we all know they didn't It's impossible to be a little bit pregnant Give me the whole fruit cos I'm getting just a segment And all I end up with is another evening Doing the same thing twice Well it hurts so bad to get this stoned By ugly looking bureaucrats with ears like headphones Reading The Sun, Sunday Sport, S.Ideal Home, Woman's Own Looks like you're on your own Bring me on the magic sponge My dying gasp, my final lunge It's all over now bar the dance Do it now but don't get caught I've been having third thoughts They can be so clever, only when the script demands You cluttered up the sky now so you can't follow any star Someone's sitting next to you in an empty cinema No-one wants to end up face down in a reservoir And I don't wanna end up with another evening Saying the same thing twice |
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Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating
They're polishing the luga facsimiles The little kids grow up imitating Cowboys shoot indians before puberty Don't get me to the battle on time I'd be useless in the front line Don't point that thing at me You know I'm scared of guns You can argue, say it's harmless In the nightmare fairground gallery We're all under pain of death To keel right over gracefully I ached to be a uniform man And toss that baton in a marching band Don't point that thing at me You know I'm scared of guns I'm scared of guns, they're out of your hands I'm scared of guns, they might go bang I'm scared of guns, Hey Joe, they're out of control I'm scared of guns, fear eat the soul Don't shoot me I wanna put flowers in the barrels Like the famous photo, understand That I'd rather get hit on the head That hold cold metal in my hand The new arrival, the latest addition The little boys running out of ammunition Don't point that thing at me You know I'm scared of guns |
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You got a brain just like a steam shovel
And I'm tar upon the road You've got a body like a shotgun That I'm trying to unload If you are yin and yang then Baby I must be ego and id I'm the Man from La Mancha, whoever he is And you're a bold El Cid Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are You got a beret like Che Guevara But your dress makes me see stripes and stars Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are You got imagination like a lift I'm stuck between the floors Your soul looks like a doorman I'm revolving in his doors I try to read you like a book You laugh between the lines You got a sense of humor like a motorway Clearly I'm not an exit sign Well come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Well you tell us that you're going far How come your stocks are still where they are Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are You've got a future like a family photo And I'm just out of shot Well when your car is freezing over My collar's getting hot You're fighting wars in your inside And I'm a pacifist Yeah, but if you were my country Baby You know that I'd enlist Oh come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Come on Baby I wanna know who you really are Well I guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby don't tread me down too far Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby don't tread me down too far Guess I'm in the gutter gazing at stars Baby don't tread me down too far Oh come on Baby I wanna know Who you are Who you really are |
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I was standing on a corner kicking my heels
Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals There was just me and the clock struck out I was looking for something to scream and shout about So I took a train and I went back home There was no one to tell so I didn't telephone That place is just another big unknown to me That place is just another big unknown to me The sea made angry faces, the waves were getting high Saw them kicking down onto the front And the cars dodged the water that was flooding on by And I just stood there, an orphan fool I saw kids smoking chain on their way back from school A tramp got reckless in the center of town He was talking about Jesus as the sun went down A lifetime of sorrows, he was ready to drown A lifetime of sorrows, I think he was going to drown Well I hit this bar where I used to hang out Talked to the guy behind the bar, then dropped a few names He didn't know what I was talking about So I put my money down and I shot some pool Beat two punks, I was feeling cool A couple of girls started to flirt And I felt really old as they tugged my shirt And I walked outside as they hurled some dirt at me I walked outside as they hurled dirt at me Went to visit Helen by St. Helen's Park That place used to frighten me now all I can see Was a couple of wide-boy sharks flashing their teeth in the small-town dark Huddled myself in the cold That old red brick house I can find it blindfolded I loved her when I was sixteen She was an old town new brown beauty queen Now I just spend my time filling the gaps in between her and me Well I just spend my time filling the gaps that have grown in between her and me Midnight in the subway, we'd huddle up and laugh When we missed the last bus home, we'd just sit there all night And we'd play guitars until the night-time passed I went there to count some sheep With the smell of glue, I couldn't sleep Made my excuses to no-one, left town To leave it in the city at the lost and found Where the steps my father walked don't echo on down And my mother's voice calling doesn't make no sound And there's no yesterdays to tie you down And as I hit the city, I remember this sound Waves on the shore going pound pound pound The streets in the city still swirling around And my mother's voice calling me, calling me, calling me back I was standing on a corner kicking my heels Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought that I was making deals |
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He got shafted in Bradford for his out of date routines up there
And the trouble he ran into Brighton was more than his share He's been running for thirty years, he would have settled down But each town he appears in puts a red nose on the clown You can buy the old showbills and frame them, they're nearly antiques You can trip up on his big clown shoes as you're starting to speak He squirts the flower, hurts your hand, it'll always catch you And his tears are etched so deep that they might just be tattooed The one man circus is coming to town Put the banners up, take your trousers down Paint on a smile, wipe off the frown Heaven knows he won't hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He said 'I played Chaplin for Hitler in March 44 Been a black and white minstrel before that whole thing was outlawed And I've dragged it on every pier in every seaside town But there aren't any dances today, the pavilions have all been pulled down I came over straight after the war and they hijacked my name I waited for so many years but my wife never came I've been learning these lines every day since 1945 And I'll recite them everyday I wished I was alive' The one man circus is coming to town Get the dogs out, tear the posters down Paint go home on the walls til he is elsewhere bound Don't you know he could hurt us The loose, the lovely and the lonely One night only He's tripping over backwards, taking off his clothes And no-one helps him, everyone knows We laugh at the misfortune of others Everytime the glass empties, the lions they all get set free On a town full of unsuspecting tourists who scream when they're happy And the scarecrow's on probation just for making faces in a mirror The past put a hand on his shoulder and drowned him in tears Now he ushers and watched the movies where children don't age And the dancing horse stole all the keys and took charge of the stage And the freaks are on the razzmatazz, they're all fuelled on coke and gin And the cast-out's on the street and we've already let him in The one man circus |
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When it's time to pack your bags
When everything appears as the drag that it is Get down that brown case that your grandma had Open it up and think of your dad When you're feeling empty And the echos round this cold white room have no identity When it's time to pack your bags Save a little room for me When it's time to buy a home When you're sick of using a different phone everyday Settle up your debts and then settle down Take that suitcase back to the lost and found When you're feeling lonely I guarantee the neighbourhood community will rally round you Wait and see When it's time to buy a home Save a little room for me When it's time to lie down When you're sick of the sound and the sight hurts your eyes Wrap up warm in a single bed Tie up the loose strings that are in your head When you're feeling empty Dreams will fill you up in the Big Sleep City When it's time for you lie down Save a little room for me Save a little room for me |
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