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Pop paper people printing "rebel insane"
They in my head and digging into my brain I need umbrella to keep out the rain I can't hope to keep the pace I have made Maybe I'll settle in the country and fade It's all too much for me to handle with ease I'm sinking fast- I'll soon be down on my knees Dreams of loretta and lorraine and louise I can't hope to be the "devil-may-care" Maybe I'll settle with you all in my hair Broke three fingers last night Ain't got the energy to fight They tell me everyfhing's gonna be all right I can't dope to do more than my best It's so easy. this is really no test! |
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I been losing my head
I been losing my way I been losing my brain cells at a million a day I been so disillusioned I'm on suicide street I seen everything In every shape I seen l984 in a terrible state I seen you Quazimodo Hanging on my gate Oh! he was so hung-up and wasted Oh! he was so physically devastated He was young enough He was well-slung enough I seen my own epitaph I been to heaven and back Was introduced to St. Peter; we were having a chat I felt him losing his mind So I began to retreat Desdemona and me We had a ball in a tree She read my palm in a moment: it was shocking to me Oh, we were so mystified Began to scream out of fear Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted Oh! she was so physically devastated She was young enough She was well-slung enough I been writing a song We all been singing along It's like a wild schizophrenia - wondering where we belong! Sling it all out the window Start all over again... Come into my heart Come in and tear me apart I wanna be claustrophobic - got a passion - ha ha! I'm so confused I wish I could die |
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Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world
To watch the things you're going through Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you And be dammed if they'll thank you You paint everything so cruel, Coming on like Mr. Cool; Paint your face and shut the gate, No one's coming home till late Don't you know, life gets tedious enough Without this extra grudge to bare You, so slow, shift your ideas, make your mind up In a jiffy, let' s be fair We'll be taking off tonight, Turn off your eyes and shut the light, You're the most, you're so unreal, We'd all be dead without your spiel! Mr. Soft, go to town and bring the dawn in, In the morning on your way Mr. Soft, put your feet upon the water And play Jesus for the day You begin to hear them mumble, Spot the Starman, rough-and-tumble, Fight the good fight, sling your axe, Watch the speaker lead the packs |
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Thinking lots of a pretty face
When we were yong, such smashing days We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways Happy just to be iiving-oh yeah! Too many summers controlled our heads Too many memories - so many dead We fall behind but we also lead them Listened all the time to a singular band Put our resources into one appollo We only had to watch and follow Then swoop around like a possessed swallow Thinking only of winning ¨c oh yeah! And all the iime defending ourselves Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells Charging-up like battery cells Looking all the time for a singular band You and me getting everywhere now On the land and in the air now Got no worries of getting there now (consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!) And now we have lots of pretty clothes Many friends and many foes Looking wonderful but heaven knows Who will want us now we're turning into singular band |
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Hark to rouall's white insanity
Clowns in drag concealing vanity This is hardly paradise We're still in search of petty scorn Images so dead, in mourning Clap and cheer the man performing This is hardly paradise We're still in search of petty scorn Couch my disease in chintz-covered kisses Glazed calico cloth, my costume this is Come to pablo fanque's in indigo We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme It's okay to laugh in harmony See the white-faced auguste's army Come to pablo's-fanque's in indigo We'll show you pastel shades of rhyme Take a letter ophelia, write "sorry desdemona." bright Peeking through the nimbus covers We see the twisted tale of man Catch us in the cornfield hiding Me, maryse and moonbeams gliding Peeking through the nimbue covers We see the twisted tale of man Careless, caress, curt up beside me Visit, sleep and smile and drown me March together, slay like nero Now we have something you understand Oh! the clown, his stare is eyeless Shall he make you laugh or cry.yes March together, slay like nero Now we have sometning you understand It is time to hide my body Shall we start to speak of holly I don't wanna be that superhero 'til you have something we anderstand Heard they're moving pisces into june Shall we put together a platoon I don't wanna be that superhero 'til you have something we understand |
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Make mine old time, or i'il spit in your eye
It's better than lying, anytime . . . I'm horrified of modern times, I'm trying Very hard to keep up my guard Everything's becoming drag, we'd best be off Escape the bad- could be very sad Misery coming over me, I'm thinking about Going blind and don't want to see. Shift around this one-song town Like a sparrow with a broken wing -feeling blue!!! Terrified to step outside, it's so easy To make a suicide come true Masturbation-getting off; you can scoff Your ideals offer nothing new! I'm getting ready to run and hide, Looking for a suitable bitch to crucify. We're all beginqing to Testify, testify-it's getting fierce We're all beginning to testify, Testify, to be cavaliers How does it feel now you've testified? Love to have God next to me with his Hands around my throat in harmony Take away the silver tray, fetch me water God, give me strength, I'm in pain Seeing, blow-job blues and boogaloos Ten little niggers hooked on absinthe and daffodils Telling tales of white gardinia, Honky-tonking all the love that's in ya! We're all beginqing to Testify, testify-it's getting fierce We're all beginning to testify, Testify, to be cavaliers How does it feel now you've testified? Long-tailed coat, a silly joke; they drink Like men then see them choke on coca-cola Morgue-like iips and waitress tips and you Shuffle around on your sabrina hips Make mine old time or I'll spit in your eye It's better than lying-anytime Horrified to step outside, trying very Hard to keep up my guard. We're all beginqing to Testify, testify-it's getting fierce We're all beginning to testify, Testify, to be cavaliers How does it feel now you've testified? |
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I've just been speaking to the one who holds the key
When she asked me would I like to wait and to see? Would I like to try and explain? Would I like to try and explain? How my heart is feeling tonight with all the strain? And I said I could take much more from such a friend Although I hoped we weren't very far away from the end For the time it's a-getting late, Yeah, the time it's a-getting late And my heart is hurting a little bit from the weight She just said: "i've got a bed here for you I've got a bed here for me So you can look into my eyes And tell me what you see . . .' She's like a rosebud in my heart and in my dreams See her flow into the night like rivers and streams How I'd love to lie in her arms How I'd love to lie in her arms But I don't seem able to win her with my charms She just said: "i've got a bed here for you I've got a bed here for me So you can look into my eyes And tell me what you see . . .' |
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to.moonn6pence from.shootingstar
Tumbling Down by Steve Harley Gee, but it's hard When one lowers one's guard to the vultures Now, me I regard it A torturous hardship that smolders Like a peppermint eaten away Will I fight? Will I swagger, or sway? Tee hee, milady She cries like a baby Scold us See her tumbling down Heil to the monkey We're having a funky reunion Wasted and sunk he can only have Sunday communion He's got nicotine stains in his eyes He's got nothing to protect but his pride Oh smothered a kiss Or be drowned in blissful confusion See her tumbling down See her tumbling down See her tumbling down |
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