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The highest love, a woman's touch
Harmony, a strong mind, a strong body, beauty, all the things He couldn't be, all The things he couldn't have. Little man with a gun in his hand |
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| 1:29 |
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List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting? Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power... Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage. Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous. I must look like a dork. Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis, With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps. If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos. So dig this big crux. Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point. Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look! Coming together, for just a second, a peek. A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big. |
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| 1:41 |
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a ton of white boy guilt, that's my problem -
obstacle to joy (one reason for drugs) slept on a mexican beach, slept in trash (american trash) thinking too much can ruin a good time. I asked a mexican who ran a bar for americans "who won" I said "the election?" he laughed and I felt like a gringo - we paid for a song and they had fun with us. why can't you buy a good time? why are there soldiers in the streets? why did I spend the fourth in someone else's country? |
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I had a girl
She loved what she saw She loved me so good She made her daddy mad My woman cried She's dead to me now My woman ran off And I can't deny it My life - Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it I had a job It paid me good I could have my phone And tip the preacher too My boss yelled He's dead to me now My boss kicked me out And I can't deny it My life - Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it You better listen to me 'Cause I'm gonna tell you, son Don't give away your love And don't give away your sweat Because a girl can't know you And a boss can't afford you Remember Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it Remember Jesus and tequila I'm satisfied And I can't deny it |
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| 2:57 |
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Where's your courage?
Are you afraid to die? Are you happy that God is on your side? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you think you're alone? Are you laughing for being blind and pure? I wrote this song in a story of men who died for glory Where's your courage? Do you share all you have? Are you hiding from something you dont know? Where's your courage? |
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| 3:01 |
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What is peace
To the people Who work the land And die in wars? It was learned in a game That was played by us all Who held the top of the hill From the rest was called the king And I can't believe it all Was good for humankind Is it peace To point the guns? Is it war To fire the guns? We would run with all of our might Push the king off to take the hill And to learn who was king And who makes the better serf I can't believe it all Was good for humankind And i have to read the lies Between the lines Believe in this We are part Of a whole we call the earth And i have to read the lies Between the lines |
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| 8. |
| 6:32 |
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No one! I said no one!
Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No heart,no soul Not working at that goal Im talkin' about no one I said no one No love,no hate No someone to emulate Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! Not living,not dying Life just means surviving Im talkin' about no one I said no one No cost,no gain Not worth going insane Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! No pain,no remorse Emptiness just a matter of course Im talkin' about no one I said no one No world,no fair Lost hope I no longer care Im talkin' about no one I said no one Grow old,knowing,always believing,never doubting that there's... No one! I said no one! Im talkin' about no one! I said no one! |
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| 7:47 |
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| 10. |
| 0:33 |
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Johnny grabbed a gun
Ack ack ack ack Johnny grabbed a gun Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack Like this Ack ack ack ack All the papers write about Johnny All the radios shout his name He grabbed a gun and shot me down Ack ack ack ack |
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| 12. |
| 1:47 |
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Working on the edge
Losing my self-respect For a man who presides over me The principles of his creed Punch in, punch out Eight hours, five days Sweat, pain and agony On Friday I'll get paid This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic Hey mister don't look down on me For what I believe I got my bills and the rent I should be content But our land isn't free So I'll work my youth away In the place of a machine I refuse to be a slave This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic This ain't no picnic |
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| 3:32 |
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We'll talk some reason
We could look at the past Will the nation grow? Prosperity may last Can we look At the problems ahead? With our heads in the sand We might as well be dead Cheer him on The leader of the team He'll push on through At all cost to win But are we free To think for ourselves Or doomed To repeat our mistakes? When you hear them and call your name Can you count the lives they will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? The cheerleaders Call our their names On the sidelines They can feel the players sweat And i wonder What it is they see? All the rallies Will never set them free Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Come off the plane Just a little bit Just a little bit Just a little bit too late Can you hear them Call your name? Can you count the lives They will take? Do you have to see the body bags Before you make a stand? Can you hear them Just a little bit Just a little bit too late |
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| 2:40 |
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| 15. |
| 2:02 |
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Hey, ice machine
Will you cut me? Thin line Cut Big scissors Cut Cut loose Cut ? ? Big scissors Stop Cut |
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| 17. |
| 1:07 |
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Sometimes the news is like a loud hum in my amplifier
It rings my head out like a filthy washcloth With little folds Thousands of little folds! The shit you hear at parties Kick in the idiot box Wait for the news in the history books Like junkies who hate their heroin |
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| 7:06 |
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| 19. |
| 3:23 |
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Born in the shed with the guitar on
We jammed the schtik to do four gigs. With bits and pieces Of a working thesis (?) We jammed the schtik to do four gigs Now when we took me and d boon's And george's stench And put them up on stage We'd fight at practice Then jam econo And spout the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel I dreamed I was e bloom But I woke up joe bouchard In some town out on the road With patent-leather boots on Just like richard told me Another hack on the "spectors" tour Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Now you got your guitar And your practice amp You travel the usa in a van And troccoli's counting on some situation Are you going to write the song I demand? And with the guitar turned off And the gas tank empty And the typewriter on But my head is empty And to really find me I've got to look inside me And cut the tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel Tour-spiel |
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| 2:03 |
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Say now
My trip in line with others Have the door pointing to others Door means a separate wall is in between Symbols assert the Big Butt Whoopin Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days This rhythm that is all head What makes Breaks the fakes Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days And when reality appears digital And the big hankering cometh I'll vote yes for life in the big choice poll I'll be glad I did Your mind Organized by nazis Your heart and mind conspiring Close your eyes Open them take our test Close your eyes Open them Not since those days Not since those days Forever with you Ever without you Take our test (and so on) |
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I believe when they found the body of General George A. Custer
Quilled like a porcupine with Indian arrows He didn't die with any honor, any dignity, or any valor. I believe when they found George A. Custer An American general, patriot, and Indian-fighter He died with shit in his pants! |
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| 0:48 |
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Son of a mother
Son of a father You can look inside you You can look inside me Come on and search! Search deep inside You can put it together You can pull it apart You relapse unconscious You don't remember You don't remember You don't remember! |
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| 23. |
| 1:22 |
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I'm waiting and diversing! I'm collecting...
Dispersing information... liberation! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Manifesto on my window and my (fruit?)... Rotation, admiration, outline my route... Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs! Bob Dylan wrote propaganda songs |
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| 24. |
| 0:39 |
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Badges?
We don't need no badges. We don't need no stinkin' badges. |
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| 25. |
| 1:32 |
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When you're revealing
I get that feeling Of a blind man in bed Couldn't hear what I said No way When you're revealing I get that feeling Of a monk in a church A big empty church |
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| 27. |
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