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I guess I tried to show you how
I'd take the crowd with my guitar And business men would clap their hands And clip another fat cigar And publishers would spread the news And print my music far and wide And all the kids who played the blues Would learn my licks with a bottle neck slide But now it seems the bubble's burst Although you know there was a time When love songs gathered in my head With poetry in every line And strong men strove to hold the doors While with my friends I passed the age When people stomped on dirty floors Before I trod the rock'n'roll stage I'll thank the man who's on the 'phone And if he has the time to spend The problem I'll explain once more And indicate a sum to lend That ten percent is now a joke Maybe thirty, even thirty-five I'll say my daddy's had a stroke He'd have one now, if he only was alive I like the way you look at me You're laughing too down there inside I took my chance and you took yours You crewed my ship, we missed the tide I like the way the music goes There's a few good guys who can play it right I like the way it moves my toes Just say when you want to go and dance all night… |
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Now in this faraway land
Strange that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring, and the air's turning mild City lights and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry Friends ? do they know what I mean? Rain and the gathering green Of an afternoon out of town But lord I had to go The trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard's name for me Though now this better life Has brought a different understanding And from these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone's no injury My home was a place by the sand Cliffs and a military band Blew an air of normality |
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Your admirers in the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers And I thought my heart would break When you doubled up the stake With your fingers all a-shake You could never tell a winner from a snake Easy money With your figure and your face Strutting out at every race Throw a glass around the place Show the colour of your crimson suspenders We could take the money home Sit around the family throne My old dog could chew his bone For two weeks we could appease the Almighty Easy money Your admirers in the street Got to hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers Got no truck with the la-di-da Keep my bread in an old fruit jar Drive you out in a motor-car Getting fat on your lucky star Just making easy money |
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Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty-first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty-first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty-first century schizoid man. |
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Sundown dazzling day
Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within only see Starless and bible black Old friend charity Cruel twisted smile And the smile signals emptiness for me Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into grey To a grey hope that all yearns to be Starless and bible black |
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