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She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense Just a visitor you see So much wanting to be seen She'd open up the door and vaguely carry us away It's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed proud man in his grief And on Fridays she'd be there But on Mondays not at all Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall You're a ghost la la la You're a ghost I'm in the church and I've come To claim you with my iron drum la la la The Continent's just fallen in disgrace William William William Rogers put it in its place Blood and tears from old Japan Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor singing crying singing tediously Efficiency efficiency they say Get to know your job and tell the time of day As the crowds begin complaining How the Beaujolais is raining Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysee |
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I believe you Mr Wilson
I believe the things you say And I'm always thinking of you When I hear your music play And you know it's true That Wales is not like California in any way And when I listen to your music You're still thousands of miles away Take your mixes not your mixture Add some music to our day Don't believe the things they tell you Don't let them get in your way And you know that it's true Wales is not like California in any way And everytime I hear hear your music You're still thousands of miles away Califorinia wine is fine... |
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Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends All those mild mannered friends I've got They're careless and they fall down All over the place, all over town I don't want them talking to me 'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you All the buildings are breaking down Like the whispering in your heart And it's sordid how life goes on When I could take you apart And if you give me half a chance I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up And the newspapers, oh the newspapers They'd be listening, listening to me giving it to you And the radio, what about the radios? They'd be listening to me giving it to you Right mama, damn right mama I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance I hear the tanks crawling They're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hill Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun They're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it up They're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spell And what else is there, what else have I got? What else have I got but that spell? Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I'm leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it up Up, up, give it up I can't take it |
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I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay down my sword if you would take it And tell everyone back home I'm doing fine I was with you down in Acapulco Trading clothing for some wine Smelling like an old adobe woman Or a William Burroughs playing for lost time I was thinking about my mother I was thinking about what's mine I was living my life like a Hollywood But I was dying on the vine Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter The troops, the celebrations in the sun The authorities say my papers are all in order And if I wasn't such a coward I would run I'll see you me when all the shooting's over Meet me on the other side of town Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection It's always nice to have them hanging around I was thinking about my mother I was thinking about what's mine I was living my life like a Hollywood But I was dying, dying on the vine |
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The bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife
Did it quick and split Back home, fresh as a daisy to Maisy, oh Maisy And the twelve-bore it stood in the corner Quite operatic in its self disgust It blew him all over the living room floor Like parrot shit, parrot spit, parrot shit was shot Now suppose it was someone familiar Someone we all would know Embarrasing denouement, ne c'est pas? Familiar hyperbole And there would go the secret plot The piss had missed the hole in the pot Like that ancient teenage dream From soul to poison soul to poison soul Guts, guts, got no guts And stitches don't help at all Guts, guts, got no guts Holes in the body, holes in the legs Holes in the forehead, holes in the head Holes in the body, holes in the legs There should never be holes at all There should never be holes at all So: kill all you want or more Make sure, do it right Dead is dead, and door nails forget And then you'll notice How the waster and the wasted Get to look like one another In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end In the end, in the end |
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There's a carnival lady in a ten gallon hat
She pulls a rabbit out of the hat And sets it free, she sets it free There's a pigeon in my chimney and it's powdering up the air, Powdering up the air and making it hard to breathe Gonna set it free, it's free or fried Together again, and again Free again, and again The lady wants you to dance to the sound of the castanets, You're trying hard to forget What she'd mean to you, if she should set you free. When you walk in the rain up to your ankles in water Fixated on the vision of the hangman's daughter And what she'd mean to you, when she'd set you free Free again, and again Together again, and again You hear a noise in the distance and you see the sun go down The streets are full of junkies, there's a lot of them about You feel them getting closer, they're breathing down your neck, You're the only one left, you're the only one left Who doesn't wanna be free, you don't wanna be free You never asked to be free again. |
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Since my baby left me,
I found a new place to dwell. Down at the end of lonely street: Heartbreak Hotel. Oh Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, I could die. The bell hop's tears keep flowin' The desk clerk's dressed in black. They been so long on lonely street They never will get back. Oh, Cause they’re feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, Feeling so lonely baby, They could die. So if your baby leaves you, And you have a tale to tell Why not just take a walk down lonely street Straight to Heartbreak Hotel. Where you could be so lonely And I could be so lonely We could be so lonely, we could die |
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The Ship of Fools is coming in
Take me off I've got to eat Same old stories same old thing Letting out and pulling in Mister, there's a caravan parked out back Restless hoping for a Christian rider The black book, a grappling hook A hangman's noose on a burnt out tree Guess we must be getting close to Tombstone The last time we had eaten Was when the flies were going for free You could count the hardships by the open doors But sandwiched in between Were the fishermen who still Wished they could sail from Tenessee to Arizona So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line Hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign We picked up Dracula in Memphis It was just about the break of day And then hastily prayed for out souls to be saved There was something in the air that made us kind of weary By the time we got to Swansea it was getting dark Tumble, jungles, bugles and the prize The tides turned west at Amerforth As if they didn't know what to do But Garnant stood its ground and asked for more All the people seemed quite glad to see us Shaking hands and smiling like the clock Well we gave them all the message then That the Ship of Fools was in Make sure they get home for Christmas So hold on, won't be long The call is on the line So hold on, Sister's gone South to give the sign |
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Traffic moving slowly Monday morning
Money talks, people hoping Cable Hogue where've you been Cable Hogue where've you been Something inside me tells me you won't show I know you're carrying heat What for God only knows Cable why'd you leave me Cable Hogue where've you been I just wanted to say goodbye So much to say goodbye Wanted to say goodbye to all my friends in case I die Need to go to Georgia, got a bank to blow Living ain't easy, but it's much harder when it's slow Cable wish you were with me now Cable Hogue where've you been You know they're looking for you down south And all you've got to do is go down there And open your big fat mouth Cable you can't leave me here like this Cable please... |
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Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker And the creepers get hung Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor And the other lost his hand Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin' - just smell the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just won't come When you've begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone (Well) blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep downing on everything I burned And the people getting restless but they'll never learn I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they won't be back for a long long time Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered and still on the run I don't care nothing about you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm on my way Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone |
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All along the riverbank nobody seems to know
They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls Safety first or safety last I wish I could have helped Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their sailor boys Madame Nhu, yes madame knew Down they came to look around that riverbank For names or numbers or anything they could find written there On the wall Cause somebody seemed to know but no one was prepared to tell Anything they'd learnt to love about long ago And the cold people getting colder Like babysitters in their graves Satisfying heretic vicars passing on Send them running on ahead picking up the wendy trash instead Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures Crawling back inside of you All along the riverbank nobody will ever know What fools and their monies sailors and their honeys Got stung one evening there Cause the stones around their necks are the stones on the Riverbank |
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If you were still around
I'd hold you I'd hold you I'd shake you by the knees Blow hard in both ears If you were still around You could write like a panther Whatever got into your veins What kind of green blood Swung you to your doom To your doom If you were still around I'd tear unto your fear Leave it hanging off you In long streamers Shreds of dread If you were still around I'd turn you facing the wind Bend your spine on my knee Chew the back of your head Chew the back of your head 'Til you opened your mouth To this life |
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She was so afraid of everything she said
Since her mother told her why once upon a time There was no rhyme Before the clock slammed another door Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock Shylocked in, in on us I saw what it had taken Playing back that old brigade of mine Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme Cause me and nigger marched Yes, me and nigger blasted our way out Of here just like yesterday Yesterday's streets were burnt down into shells Mothers weep while children sleep Like ancestors in the ground The misery of nuns lie together like sons Who do not have the taste for the battle We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night Like lovers below Bataan, below the senses Cause the senses smell of tears While we and nigger marched Blasted our way out of here Close the door and let's have some private life |
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Never win and never lose
There's nothing much to choose Between the right and wrong Nothing lost and nothing gained Still things aren't quite the same Between you and me I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I still hear your voice at night When I turn out the light And try to settle down But there's nothing much I can do Because I can't live without you Any way at all I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep a close watch on this heart of mine |
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