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1. |
| 3:24 | ||||
What a beautiful noise Comin' up from the street Got a beautiful sound It's got a beautiful beat It's a beautiful noise Goin' on everywhere Like the clickety-clack Of a train on a track It's got a rhythm to spare It's a beautiful noise And it's sound that I love And it's fit me as well As a hand in a glove Yes it does, yes it does What a beautiful noise Comin' up from the park It's the song of the kids And it plays until dark It's the song of the cars On their furious flights But there's even romance In the way that they dance To beat of the lights It's a beautiful noise And it's a sound that I love And it makes me feel good Like a hand in a glove Yes it does, yes it does What a beautiful noise It's a beautiful noise Made of joy an of strife Like a symphony played By a passing parade It's the music of life What a beautiful noise Comin' up to my room And it's beggin' for me Just to give it a tune |
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2. |
| 2:42 | ||||
Stargazer, you with your head in the heavens,
You'll never get by walkin' that high off the ground. Moon dreamer, I've been around and I've seen it; The higher you get--the harder they let you down. You pay your dues, it seems forever. And if you're clever you may be in for a while, Then you're out of style. Stargazer, probably think I'm crazy, And haven't you heard one single word I've said? Now, I don't want to burst your bubble, but you got trouble. Don't you know the higher the top the longer the drop. Hey, stargazer. Now, I don't want to burst your bubble, but you got trouble. Don't you know the higher the top the longer the drop. Hey, stargazer |
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3. |
| 3:51 | ||||
Lady-oh, lady-oh, I walked the streets again last night.
I saw you in the city light like a vision, lady-oh. Lady I, lady I, I've been waitin' around such a long long time Believin' I could make you mine, just wanting you lady-oh. But here I am and there you are, much too far to even hear me. Hurts a lot, you know it does, it hurts a lot. Oh, lady-oh, am I gonna ever learn what I never learned before? City lights, city lights burn so warm and they burn so bright, But me, I walk the city night to forget you, lady-oh. But here I am and there you are, much too far to even hear me. Hurts a lot, you know it does, it hurts a lot. Oh, lady-oh, am I gonna ever learn what I never learned before |
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4. |
| 3:26 | ||||
5. |
| 3:42 | ||||
Surviving the life
Got some highs, got some lows But the wise man, He knows what it's really about When you're doin' without Surviving the life Providing the soul, It ain't easy to do When you got to get through Any way that you can Join the family of man Providing the soul Pass the plate that serves it Every heart deserves it You and me, we do Life ain't easy, but it ain't that bad Sing the song that tells it, Praise the man that sells it You're alive, You might as well be glad Revealing the heart, You know that some people try But it's hard to get by Without giving a thing You only get what you bring, Revealing the heart Pass the plate that serves it, Every heart deserves it You and me, we do Life ain't easy, but it ain't that bad Sing the song that tells it Praise the man that sells it You're alive, you might as well be glad Providing the soul, Revealing the heart, Surviving the life |
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6. |
| 3:41 | ||||
When the night returns just like a friend When the evening comes to set me free When the quiet house that wait beyond the day Make peaceful sounds in me Took a drag from my last cigarette Took a drink from a glass of old wine I closed my eyes, and I could make it real And feel it one more time Can you hear it, babe Can you hear it, babe From another time From another place Do you remember it, babe And the radio played like a carnival tune As we lay in our bed in the other room When we gave it away for the sake of a dream In a penny arcade, if you know what I mean Here's to the songs we used to sing And here's to the times we used to know It's hard to hold them in our arms again But hard to let them go Do you hear it, babe Do you hear it, babe It was another time It was another place Do you remember it, babe And the radio played like a carnival tune As we lay in our bed in the other room When we gave it away for the sake of a dream In a penny arcade, if you know what I mean 1976 Stonebridge Music (ASCAP) |
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7. |
| 2:59 | ||||
Hey, let me show you the street life.
Hey, let me show you the finks, the punks, the judge, the junkie. Stay close to me for a while, for a while, for a while. Say boy, you got to get street wise. Hey, little boy, you're a babe in arms, stay out of harm's way Right here with me for a while, for a while, for a while. Street life, hell in the city. You got to really watch out for that street life. Say, it ain't pretty, you got to know your way around Or somehow you might get hurt, get hurt, get hurt. Say, let me show you the night life. Say, let me show you the queens, the dudes, The class, the crudes, the folks that inhabit the night. Let me set it right. I'm gonna give you my warning, I'm gonna tell you the street's alive the sound of jive, You've just arrived. Try it for size for a while, for a while. Street life, hell in the city. You got to really watch out for that street life. Say, it ain't pretty, you got to know your way around Or somehow you might get hurt, get hurt, get hurt. |
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8. |
| 2:41 | ||||
Home is a wounded heart, haven't you heard the story?
He's out for love and for glory and she's waitin' home by the fire. And wasn't it yesterday, wasn't it me who said it? I swore that you'd never regret it. Now home is a wounded heart. It's a complicated thing, not an ordinary thing And my heart just breaks in two 'Cause I can see you standing there. You know that I can't bear your wounded heart. Paint me a red balloon; give me a string and baby I'll tie it, Give me a ring and baby I'll buy it and bring it on home to you. Home is a wounded heart. |
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9. |
| 3:11 | ||||
Jungle time,
Time for the fight and it's time for the fury Jungle time Settin' it right and then takin' the glory Jungle time, rumble time Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby Strut your stuff Lay it all out Like you don't care who knows it Strut your stuff, You keep your cool While the other guy blows it Strut your stuff, hangin' tough Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time Hey, I'm walkin' proud Me and the boys Got a date with the angels Walkin' proud We and them boys Ain't exactly like strangers Walkin' proud, talkin' proud Baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, baby Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time Hey, I'm checkin' out This ain't my style And it it ain't my persuasion Checkin' out, Guess I ain't built for this kind of occasion Checkin' out, steppin' out Mama, mama, mama, mama, Mama, mama, mama, mama Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time |
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10. |
| 4:18 | ||||
Signs that burn like shooting stars
That pass across the nighttime skies, They reach out in their mystic language For us to read between the lines. Some are born who would defy them, Others still who would deny them, signs. Signs like moments hung suspended, Echoes just beneath the heart Speak in voices half remembered And half forgotten play their part. Signs that come as we lay sleeping Left behind for our keeping, signs. Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul. Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold. And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to). Signs that whisper in the dreams of sailors And of river queens of paupers and of men with means, It all depends on how it reads. Some are born who never need them, Others still who never read them, signs. Sail along, sail along the reefs and the coves inside your soul. Sail along, sail along in search of a star that you can hold. And we journey far to where that star may lead to (lead to). Signs, signs. Some are born who never need them, Others still who never read them, signs. |
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11. |
| 3:23 | ||||
Dry your eyes and take your song out, it's a newborn afternoon. And if you can't recall the singer you can still recall the tune. Dry your eyes and play it slowly like you're marching off to war; sing it like you know he'd want it, like we sang it once before. And from the center of the circle to the midst of the waiting crowd, if it ever be forgotten sing it long and sing it loud and come dry your eyes. And he taught us more about giving than we ever cared to know, but we came to find the secret and we never let it go. And it was more than being holy and it was less than being free, and if you can't recall the reason can you hear the people sing. Right through the lightning and the thunder to the dark side of the moon, to that distant falling angel that descended much too soon and come dry your eyes. Come dry your eyes. |