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| 2. |
| 4:35 | 
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life, as lovers often do But I could've told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frame-less heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will |
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| 3. |
| 2:15 |
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Wonderful baby livin' on love the
sandman says maybe he'll take you above, up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows, where babies float by, just counting their toes. Wonderful baby nothin' but new, the world has gone crazy, I'm glad I'm not you. At the beginning or is it the end? It goes in and comes out and starts over again. Wonderful baby livin' on love the sandman says maybe he'll take you above, up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows, where babies float by, just counting their toes. Wonderful baby I'll watch while you grow. If I knew the future you'd be first to know. But I don't know nothin' of what life's about, Just as long as you live, you'll never find out. Wonderful baby, nothin' to fear. Love whom you will, but doubt what you hear. They'll whisper sweet things to make untrue. So be good to yourself, that's all you can do. You're a wonderful baby livin' on love the sandman says maybe he'll take you above, up where the girls fly on ribbons and bows, where babies float by, just counting their toes, where babies float by, just counting their toes... |
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| 4. |
| 3:02 |
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| 5. |
| 3:25 |
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| 6. |
| 5:28 |
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| 7. |
| 1:40 |
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| 8. |
| 5:23 |
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And I love you so,
The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life began again The day you took my hand And yes I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening bring me down Now that you're around me And you love me too Your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief And once a page is read All but love is dead This is my belief And yes I know how loveless life can be The shadows follow me And the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And I love you so The people ask me how, How I've lived till now I tell them "I don't know" |
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| 9. |
| 4:08 |
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I was alright for a while
I could smile for a while But when I saw you last night You held my hand so tight When you stopped to say 'hello' And though you wished to me well you couldn't tell That I'd been Crying over you Crying over you Then you said to so long Left me standing all alone Alone and crying. Crying Crying Crying It's hard to understand That the touch of your hand can start me crying I thought that I was over you But it's true, so true I love you even more than I did before But, darling, what can I do? While you don't love me And I'll always be Crying over you Crying over you Yes, now you're gone And from this moment on I'll be crying (crying) Crying (crying) Crying (crying) Crying over you Over you Over you |
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| 10. |
| 4:11 |
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I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night,
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright. Beams of blue come flickering through my windowpane, Like Gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame. And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, that Although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would. Moonlight use to bath the contours of your face. Chestnut hair fell all around the pillowcase. And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head, A sympathy bouquet left with a love that's dead. And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, That although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would. Never thought the words you said were true. Never thought you said just what you meant. Never knew how much I needed you. Never thought you'd leave, until you went. Morning comes and morning goes with no regret. Evening brings the memories I can't forget. Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs, Empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs. And I wonder if you know, that I never understood, That although you said you'd go, until you did, I never thought you would. |
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| 11. |
| 4:40 |
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I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight. It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night, Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight. So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go, Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show, Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go. There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child, Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild. But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while, You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style. Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men, Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again, Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't pretend, Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night, The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light. The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight, There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight. And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please, The victim of your riches often dies of your disease, He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheeze, He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees. Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, that homeless brother is my friend. That homeless brother is my friend. |
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| 12. |
| 4:04 |
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| 13. |
| 4:26 |
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The angels are lost in the city of stars
the wise men are down on their knees. And the fruitman of freeway will sell you his cars when he's sure that you can't find the keys. And the ladies on Magdalene lane all worship the sun and the sand. And the migrants who come can't complain for this is their promised land. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. MGM studios can't make the nut they're auctioning Dorothy's shoes. Gable is gone, the good witch is a slut and I've got the parking lot blues. The wizard brought benzadrine smiles and he never let Dorothy doze. She died as she walked down the aisle and all that remains is her clothes. Over the rainbow a Kansas tornado can twist up a little girlA's head. Aunt Em's on relief and the tinman's a thief and even the wizard can't wake the dead. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. The prophet has come to this kingdom of lights but there's no one to listen or learn. And the savior performs for the prophet's delight while dissenters are banished or burned. And the heretics beg to be heard but the savior's on tour for the week. Salvation is found in his word if only he'd learn how to speak. And Lincoln is laughing with Amos 'n' Andy concerning the Great Civil War. And Paul Revere sleeps with the worst looking creeps while revolution's knocking at his door. La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. Magdalene Lane is the red light domain where everyone's soul is for sale. A piece of your heart will do for a start but you can send us the rest in the mail. For we have our own families to feed and we can't let them starve just for you. Well, we'd rather not watch while you bleed so come back in an hour when you're through. It's just another city full of sorrow, it makes no difference why I came. I only know I'm leaving here tomorrow and only the motel man knows my name. |
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| 14. |
| 4:41 |
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| 15. |
| 4:19 |
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McLean Don
Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way I was ridin' on the subway in the afternoon I saw some kids 'a beatin' out a funky tune The lady right in front of me was old and brown The kids began to push her, they knocked her down I tried to help her out but there was just no way A life ain't worth a damn on the street today I passed the ambulance and the camera crews I saw the instant replay on the evening news Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well will you take the car, or will you take the trip? Remove annoying hair from your upper lip What's it really worth? Does she really care? What's the best shampoo that I can use on my hair? Hey what's the real future of democracy? How're we gonna streamline the bureaucracy? Hey, hey, the cost of life has gone sky-high Does the deodorant I'm using really keep me dry? Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well spin the magic wheel and try to break the bank Think about your life when you fill in the blank Here's a game that's real if you wanna try One spot on the wheel that says you must die American roulette is the game we play But no-one wants to have to be the one to pay You get to pass "GO", you get to pass away But before we start our show, here's our sponsor to say: "Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way" Well down in Mexico, the laundry's on the line There's where you can go if you land on the nine Canada is nice if you're fond of ice If you land on the two then we'll send you there twice We interrupt this game for a news release: A man has gone insane and been killed by police! Now back to the game, that's a dangerous play 'Cause if they see you in C-U-B-A you must pass away Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way My supper's on the stove, the war is on the screen Pass the bread and butter while I watch the Marine The shot him in the chest--Pass the chicken breast! The general is saying that he's still unimpressed. "We had to burn the city 'cause they wouldn't agree That things go better with democracy!" The weather will be fair, forget the ozone layer, But strontium showers will be here and there Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way Well livin' in the country watchin' shadows fall My reception ain't too good in a power stall Bombers in the air, missiles in the sea Chemicals in everything, including me They don't keep their promise in the promised land It's getting mighty hard to find an honest man But coming very soon, a show you'll die to see It's called "The End Of The World", on channel "C" Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime time This is livin' in the U. S. A. Well this is life, this is Prime Time This is livin' the American way |
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| 8:28 |
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A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Now for ten years we've been on our own, and moss grows fat on a rollin' stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lenin read a book on Marx A quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Helter skelter in a summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul on the grass, the players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast Now the halftime air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died I started singin' it singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' "This'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die" They were singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin' "This'll be the day that I die" |
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