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My Little Shirtwaist Fire
Once it started The frail and fainthearted Just withered to the floor Oh, so sadly We examined hands burned badly By that which no man fears more. The terrible flames of All that remain of My Little Shirtwaist Fire My best friend Was alone in the alcove, Does anyone see her there? Such a sweet face Trapped in a staircase By the smell of her own burning hair and the Terrible flames of All that remain of My Little Shirtwaist Fire Glow baby glow as the embers they died there, Nobody knows what we saw inside there. Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies Yes, we're burning can you help us please? Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees Oh, My Little Shirtwaist Fire. Girls work hard for Small rewards or Invatations to dine. Or one kind word from One who loves them but What I have earned is mine- The terrible flames of All that remain of My Little Shirtwaist Fire |
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| 2. |
| 4:01 |
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All that I have is this dull paring knife
Peeling potatoes the rest of my life. Dirt floors make dust so I hope for the best. I carry candles with pains in my chest. Face tied together with three-times-used string Follow me see what I mean. Fixing a fencepost or feeding a cow Twopenny saltlick I never ask how Animals like me though folks turn away I like the pigeons I like what they say. We come alone and leave alone and look the horse in the mouth. We scratch the skin and break the bone and see birds migrating south. By the side of the stump where she told me thises things If you hear a bell ring you get some wings. Don't bother looking for what I've neglected to bring. By the side of the stump where she told me these things If you hear a bell ring you get some wints She's fallen father than featers tat float in the wind. I saw a wishing well down by the stream I never understood what wishes mean. Just ask for nothing you get what you get. I asked for something I've not got it yet |
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| 1:56 |
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Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: a few thoughts on the subject by a little nothing. What was so obviously strange, yet mystifying true about the whole situation, was Miss Connie Pallups failure to grasp that the time was indeed now if she was to ever recover vitality to her immortal envelope. Oh sure, she liked perfume, and she had a lot of it, too. But pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make. And there we have a lesson that is easier to speak of, than it is to -how you say- live by?
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| 2:47 |
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If you want to know how
To fly high, then go now To the place where all the concubines... Meet and converse with them Marvel at their pale skin Wonder how they chew on their pointy... Teeth and hair are beauty They know it's their duty To be countess in their hearts and their... Minds that have to whisper See in them a sister Look into their eyes and you'll become Transylvanian Concubine. You know what flows here like wine. Stay here with us, it's just time. Transylvanian Concubine. Sorrow is their master Cackling with laughter Now he's having just one piece of... Cakey is their make-up Catholics try to shake up All the things that form their lives, but they're... Dead, their sighs, their songs They know what they do is wrong. Stay here with us, it's just time. Transylvanian Concubine. Candelabra's lighted Satan has been sighted Never has there been an evening like... This is what they wanted Always to feel hunted You can never be too rich or too... Thin. The blood has run out. Fangs ruin any cute pout Morning has come now they've flown What have you learned from what has been shown? |
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| 5. |
| 2:21 |
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You had plenty money 1922
You let all the women make a fool of you Why don't ya do right..... Like some of the men do Get out-a here Get me some money too Your sitting down wondering what it's all about If ya ain't got no money they will...put you out |
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| 3:27 |
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I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah you know the
kind they curl up on the edges, the corners are bended into a trickpulled from behind.Physically he is serene he looks good he looks clean yeah I know he's dead but I know what he said and I think I might know what he mean.With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors.Seventeen Union Square North did he walk back and forth in the glass at the shop did he smile did he stop for awhile did he question his worth?Seventeen Union Square West dressed up looking his best Mr. E. Leon Rauis could never know how this would seem his one small request.With many thanks for your well, well wishes he says believe me, sincerely yours Mr. E Leon Rauis would say it's sentiment which he abhors.Regretfully so he still wants you to know of the things in his heart he can't say.His penmenship does a disservice, It's illegible to this day.Oh, Mr. E. Leon Rauis believe me I hope it all turned out O.K.Picking a shop for the shoot did he buy a new suit? was he tall, was he kind, did he finally find it that day, was his end absolute?He got old like everyone, was he somebody's son? did he fall, did he try to succeed or deny what he knew or things he had done? |
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| 2:01 |
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The similarities and situation between the Donner Party and the Colonial Pilgrims is
both appalling, frightening, and incomplete. In both cases, you'll find one: a fairly large group of ill-prepared greenhorns pitting themselves against nature and each other; two: an insufficient willingness to endure the very real hardships of frontiering, and three: coincidental misfortune at every turn. Disasters of both camps were initially brought about by departure, delay, desert, inertia; which caused our heroes to begin their journeys at absolutely retarded times weather- wise. If fantasy is the refuge of a frightened man, and a castle in the air is a safe harbor for a foolish few, just imagine living in a hut buried twelve feet below the snow, with the sight and smell of the scattered carcasses of loved ones at your feet; it is the lay of the land, just another day. I would like to propose that cannibalism was indeed rampant among America's earliest settlers: The Pilgrims. For what does settler imply, if not the willingness to settle? To settle for a meal of human flesh if my thoughts on the subject are to be believed. In conclusion, spread the word of this. Look to the night sky, and hark back to our forefathers' shortcomings, (and your own), as you cut your meat and lay the groundwork for a new tomorrow |
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Morning has broken and what do I see but
those same bloody fingerprints following me it don't pay to be careful don't pay to be nice So it's backwards and forwards and back again twice I don't think I'll try it again. Guilty was all that I felt until now |
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| 2:12 |
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I rode my bicycle past your window last night
I rollerskated to your door at daylight It almost seems like you're avoiding me I'm okay alone but you've got something I need I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates You've got a brand new key I think that |
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| 10. |
| 3:21 |
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Two big babies met
On a winter's day. They thought they'd get All dressed up to play.So they went outside, Never to return. They laugh, they hide. Babies never learn.But they cry and they cry. Who said babies never die? They cry. Who said babies nev |
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| 11. |
| 3:17 |
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He want you to put this plate of crumbs back into the frigerator
When you do, he wants you to make sure to bring this plate with dessert later Stand to the right Give him a bite Insulate the bed Shoot him up when he's dead. He wants you to take a box kleenex and cut it with a knife Use a stack of tissues for each hand killing germs could save his life Climb into the cockpit He drops his pants to grin Just act like it's nothing Just nod and smile at him. Howard Hughes pops a valium blue and he reclines the naked chair and watches just one more movie Howard Hughes has got something on you when the fingers grow long And the toenails they wrap around him Howard Hughes What he did What he'd do He wants you to seal windows and doors of his hotel room with tape He will be alowed to pee on floors cause his codeine constipates. Listen to him moan About a multi million loan Don't answer the phone. It's been a long time since he's flown. Howard Hughes pops a valium blue and he reclines the naked chair and watches just one more movie Howard Hughes has got something on you when the fingers grow long And the toenails they wrap around him Howard Hughes What he did What he'd do Howard Hughes pops a valium blue and he reclines the naked chair and watches just one more movie Howard Hughes has got something on you when the fingers grow long And the toenails they wrap around him Howard Hughes What he did What he'd do |
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We like to smoke pot
We like it a lot Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not The nice pipe is here A lighter is near I won't become freaked out fear not sister dear I won't become freaked out fear not sister dear We miss the blue sky It is cold we will cry Our being mind is waning and we now know why Our being mind is waning and we now know why We want to feel warm yet outside the norm We want to be a cradle held and then to be reborn |
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We like to smoke pot
We like it a lot Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not Our small eyes are tearing for what we have not The nice pipe is here A lighter is near I won't become freaked out fear not sister dear I won't become freaked out fear n |
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| 14. |
| 3:54 |
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They saw her break through barriers forty feet high
It was the finest moment in a long life Young boys would hang her pictures over their bed They saw her mouth move but they couldn't hear what she said You're a souvenir a darling dear She used to say tha |
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| 3:01 |
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Dig Ophelia
consider it dug Flowers madness and polar bear rug Here's the water, just ankle deep high Lay back relax and look up at the sky. Your eyes never close your mind's not at rest Lay back, get waterlogged Give us a kiss Water spreads the small s |
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If you think real hard about the aches, the card, the blackboard that you've drawn on for so long. You realize that it's gone, and with it that swan song, the mirror of your life has turned to shards. If that means broken glass, na'er you won't have the chance to laugh at those who always laughed at you. Think back - yes it's cool, to jump up and be through, when even worser things have come to pass
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| 3:37 |
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She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago
When East St. Louis was not far away. She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed Skate around and around till the night became day.The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere From the grocery store to the B.Q.E. With their hearts all aglow from her icy back-at-you stare. When her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see.And she told herself that this was enough. For a girl who was born in an oil-drum She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff. She didn't need it but she still wanted some.She had one thing that she liked and she kept around She would take it with her to the riverbed. As she skated around she always thought of a pretty sound That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed. The sound of some breathing another breath in and out When some lungs expand and contract like they do. And she looked at herself in the ice of the riverbed and She saw a girl one which she could see through. |
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| 4:04 |
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You're not the boy that you say you are.
You come from outerspace you drive a rental car. Thanks, but no thanks just the same.Time was when this became obvious. You're eyes were never clear, you did not eat enough. Strangely afraid of the rain.Trust all stars. Never ask your way around. Buffalo is Venus. Texas is a town.Planets we know do come and go When meltable aliens run toward the snow. Missions are fine but piece of mind Won't come from a boyfriend who lies all the time.Alien wishes won Damn the sight Scanning those soggy skies with a small reading light. harder to see late at night.Millions of listeners close their ears Hoping their dinner's warm stifling sunny cheers. Wait till dinner's done to start to fight. |
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