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Tonight woke I in a strange bed
Strange bedfellow, strange Tonight found I in a strange bed Strange bedfellow, strange Said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" Oh, said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" In a strange bed, in a strange bed Bedfellow strange Said it to me, what they've always said Said it to me, what I've always heard You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl Girl, you sleep with success Girl, you sleep with success tonight Slept, I have, in beds of Middle America Life off the fat of the man I’m gonna go out tonight I’m gonna try, try to make it Live I as fast as I can Live I as fast I as can And I said to it, "success, I didn't Recognize you at first" But then I said to it, "success, You don't look the way I have Dreamed of you, Dreamed of you" "Well, not strange," said success, "To find me here tonight. Not strange," said success. "So, what say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success and life?" Wwhat say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success" And success it said to me "Forget about the beds of middle America You don't need the fat of the man Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? That's all you've got to do to make it And die as fast as we can Die as fast we as can." Well I said to it, "success, I Couldn't love you if I tried" Well I said to it, 'success, I Couldn't love you if I tried And I've tried and I've tried and I've tried" Something about success that lies Something about success that lies Lies next to me In a strange bed, a strange bed Bedfellow strange |
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| 4:09 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:39 |
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Yesterday i was born of a coke-goddess queen,
A child of the city, And tonight as i lie in the arms of a silver clad diva, With her hips clutching mine, Cradled, i love, amidst the newspapers, The television, the noise, The lies, the heat that is not hot, Yet nearly intolerable. And the day that it happened, The day that i began to become woman, i cried. Where's that poetry gone, Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet. Where's my little girl hips? A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away. Just ask me. Now rolling, now rocking, now tick-tocking time away, My hands reach for my face but fingers like knives, 10 to a set, cut deep and leave me scarred. So that my lips pass over her lips yet Feel more and more like the concrete coating all around. And i reflect that what i write, What i say mirrors the glass all around and what i think, Well, that's a product manufactured downtown. So i reflect that these hips Now rolling, now rocking, Now tick-tocking time away Will one day bear the child of the cold pushing and hard driving city. And as the years went by small changes occurred in my face, my body, my love. My body has been becoming concrete for years now. Where's that poetry gone, Cause i think i have lost some sensual sweet. Where's my little girl hips? A little innocence on these lips isn't so hard to wipe away. Just ask me. Now coming home tonight, alone, Coming home wandering these streets alone, Thinking only words for thought and with words and thoughts I am alone. And if you walk my streets, if you say my words, If you hold my hips, new to me, Will it ever be so clear That it is the buildings that rise and stiffen to seed the sky, Spawning the ever growing puddle of sprawl in the ever growing land of filth, And that i am my hips. I am my hips. I am my hips - the bastard child of the city grown. |
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It's a monday morning, cold winter's day, nothing outside is real.
Step in the car, turn the key, put on some heat, begin to feel. Then i blink my eyes to make sure i'm me and think about catching a buzz Box my ears, clean my nose, got to get in gear because I've got a hell to be in by 8:05 and i can't find my head. And i can't figure out just why i'm here but i think i'm being led. I'm rolling down the highway at a safe and sane sixty per Seems so easy, seems so right to pull over and jump the curb. The steering wheel begins to shift a little to my right. My palms become sweaty and i jerk in a flash of light. I slam on the breaks and screech to a halt. Pedestrians are swerving, i laugh cause it's my fault. Calm as can be i pull back into traffic, Speeding towards my hell cause i like my violence graphic. The trees and leaves become superimposed on the sky My vision is consumed with the greenness going by. I've got a hell to be in by 8:05 and i can't find my head. And i can't figure out just why i'm here but i think i'm being led. At 7:50 i'm stopped behind a school bus filled with pubes. Wouldn't it be funny, i think, to sell the little fuckers 'ludes? But then a thought occurs to me from long ago when i was young Of the fear i had inside me at the prospect of barbiturate fun. Oh, how the times they change, i cackle deep inside As i speed past that yellow shit puking carbon monoxide. I've got a hell to be in by 8:05 and i can't find my head. And i can't figure out just why i'm here but i think i'm being led. I've got five minutes to bolt, can't be late to my hell When that cold hits me again, who i am i cannot tell. What's reality is a mystery brought on by too much thought. My concepts collapse my sense of being caught Between the cold air surrounding me and the emptiness inside. My head is killing me, and i've got no place to hide. |
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Easy baby, don't come so close, i ain't ready to handle you,
You're my weakness and you still show. And when a bridge is burning it don't help if the wind blows. Baby, you had me figured out, right down to the t, Said, "this is who you are and how you do it, You don't have to say nothing , i can see. There's a passion in you, god help you if it gets free, 'cause baby it don't burn for me, so i'm gonna leave." And i cried, "no, baby, no baby, no please don't. No, baby, no baby, no please don't. If you hurt me this fast, i'm gonna have to heal slow." Now my momma always told me never to burn my bridges, And i was careful not to fan the flames, But baby, you lit a fire in me and now i don't burn the same. Yeah i like the danger of never turning back, So when i look over my shoulder I only want to see smoke to mark my tracks. So go, baby go, go baby go, you can go. Yeah, go, baby go, go baby go, you can go. If you hurt me this fast, i'm gonna have to heal slow. So easy baby, don't come so close, I ain't ready to handle you. You're my weakness and you still show. Come and cross this bridge, You gonna find there ain't nowhere to go. |
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| 4:58 |
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Softly Moses speaks
Quietly to sleep Easter Sunday never tasted so bitter Lonely in the dark Images creep past Bright pink Purple, blue Green and black Despair, oh holy day We cross down sorrow's way Weep, weep We are the slaves on Easter Sunday Oh I wish that I could die for thee On a technicolour calvary Egypt would be ours Ten thousand years of peace Where happiness would lie Madness bids me, say not all that Rises is of God For shame and guilt All owe it to me Administer it like a pill Father heals none One Easter Sunday Sister, brother, sister Fall on to your knees The blush of the flower tastes of false gods and trickery Mercy, mercy my son you belong to me Oh moses, save my empty, my empty soul And i wish that i could die for thee On a technicolor calvary Egypt would be ours Ten thousand years of peace Softly, Moses, speak Quiet me to sleep Easter sunday never tasted so bitter |
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| 2:17 |
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| 8. |
| 5:38 |
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Tonight woke I in a strange bed
Strange bedfellow, strange Tonight found I in a strange bed Strange bedfellow, strange Said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" Oh, said it to me, "oh, you'll be all right" In a strange bed, in a strange bed Bedfellow strange Said it to me, what they've always said Said it to me, what I've always heard You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl You're gonna make it You're gonna make it You're gonna make it girl Girl, you sleep with success Girl, you sleep with success tonight Slept, I have, in beds of Middle America Life off the fat of the man I’m gonna go out tonight I’m gonna try, try to make it Live I as fast as I can Live I as fast I as can And I said to it, "success, I didn't Recognize you at first" But then I said to it, "success, You don't look the way I have Dreamed of you, Dreamed of you" "Well, not strange," said success, "To find me here tonight. Not strange," said success. "So, what say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success and life?" Wwhat say you to a bargain twixt You and I, success" And success it said to me "Forget about the beds of middle America You don't need the fat of the man Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? That's all you've got to do to make it And die as fast as we can Die as fast we as can." Well I said to it, "success, I Couldn't love you if I tried" Well I said to it, 'success, I Couldn't love you if I tried And I've tried and I've tried and I've tried" Something about success that lies Something about success that lies Lies next to me In a strange bed, a strange bed Bedfellow strange |
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| 4:53 |
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Untie these strings from my heart
Won’t you untie these strings from my heart And when they're gone Well, I fall apart in your hands And I am undone Now you steal that pride from my steps Now you steal that pride from my steps And when it’s gone Well I fall, I fall at your feet And I am undone Open so rare that I find myself Wondrous and confused Open so rare that I find my self rapt in rare, rare delight You touch that stone, the stone that is my heart And you wish it gone, and you wish me undone Then I am undone Won’t you take these words from my heart And I can give only words from my heart And when they're gone, well I fall What were words anyway? And I am undone You touch that stone, the stone that is my heart And you wish it gone, you wish me undone Then I am undone Roll that stone from my heart Won’t you roll that stone from my heart And when it's gone You will see where I was laid And that I’m gone |
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| 4:06 |
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Every time she sees a movie
She thinks its about her And every time she hears a song She thinks its about them She has never felt this way before No, she has never felt this way She has never loved before But in the past, she'd always been selfish But in the past, she'd always been able to run So nothing had ever held her there No boy that she had ever cared for She doubted this could happen to her She had no idea what feelings were Now she knows if she ever leaves She won't have a thing to believe in This was an independent girl It is not her nature to kiss It's not her nature to even think about a song like this Oh yeah, but something comes when they're together Turns her into a silly, laughing, drooling, crying little girl She says, "Come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be." I ask you to hold my hand You put your arm around me You help me understand Dependence is new to me Completeness, a wonder to see Something comes inside of me And I've never never felt so free And if I tell you once, I can't do it again I love you more than I can comprehend This was an independent girl She never wanted this before And now she thinks she doesn't want anything more She says, "Come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on, grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be. Now, come on grow old with me. They say the best is yet to be." Something comes when they're together Turns me into a silly, laughing... Something comes when they're Together Turns me into a silly, laughing... Something comes when they're together Turns her into a silly, laughing, drooling, crying little girl This was an independent girl This was an independent girl This was an independent... I was an independent |
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Who am i to sing a love song
I hold myself away Yeah, but listen to the sound of a house running Well all houses are the same And all the sadness in your heart It won't bring me back to you, no Yeah but, doesn't it make you wonder how a love, A love made so easily could shy beneath november's harvest moon Dark in a stranger's open kitchen Well, i stripped you to your bare feet and more Yeah, it makes me feel so foolish now Thinking of everything i did Tell me, i was pretty at the time Was i pretty at the time? I'm afraid for you to hear me say these words It's the same every, everyone i've hurt But i will try to remember how you wandered away To follow some long echo of a bird And all the sadness in your lonesome countryside Well, it won't bring me back to you, no, no Trust me, you don't want me around And i'm too always fond of leaving... And i'm too fond of always leaving you You don't know how much i loved you No, you don't know how much i loved you No, you don't know, you don't know... You don't know how much i loved you Now, you don't know |
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