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Big ole car moving fast,
Eatch the world go spinning by... Little wheels inside my brain, God I wonder where I'm going... Where you going? Need a ride? We got time to see a movie... It's all right, it's okay, I can tell you my big secret: Sho' is cool. Sho' is cool. I'm like a mad tap dancing fool. I got my car, and I got my dreams, But won't you help me Help me write my Book of Angels. Book of Angels. And it's a gloomy ole house in a spooky town, You make that light, better just keep rolling, Higher still, climb the mountain, 'Course what you'll find there, You can't be certain. 'Cause when you're free, well you're just free, Ain't that scary, ain't that wild? And don't you feel, feel just like Chucking freedom out the window? Sho' is cool. Sho' is real. I dance just as good as I feel. Feel just like a hurricane, say my name... Help me write my Book of Angels. Book of Angels. I'm counting trees, I'm counting miles, I count the distance between your smiles... Give me something to hold on to ? no not that. I don't want to. And if you drive, drive your car fast And hard a million miles, Well you might finally find yourself alone Way out there on the highway... Sho' is cool. Sho' is wild. Once I was a little baby (child), But I lost my car, and I lost my dreams, So won't you help me Help me write my Book of Angels. Book of Angels. |
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Door is locked...no one's home...
frame is empty...picture's missing... throw that rock right through the window. Hey, I know him, he's a singer. Roam around...another town... Looks like Phoenix, Arizona... borrow the car from it's owner. That sleepy-head... He's dreaming the dreams of suburbia. Yeah suburbia. Me, I don't care... I just pay what it takes to feel alive. Cause somehow somewhere, Hell everyone I know is waiting... Just waiting to burn the river dry. And nothing works more than once, It keeps you restless, always moving Fretful searching for a brand new Spanking form of deliverance. Movies stars...heroin, Dreams of wild old fucking grandeur! Snap your fingers, now you're famous... Close your eyes as you sell out To all them suckers that you hate. Yeah, them suckers that you hate. Me, I don't care... I just pay what it takes to feel alive Somehow, somewhere Everyone I know is waiting... Just waiting to burn that river dry. Burn that river dry. Hands that once reached for heaven Grabbing at the penny in the sewer. Smell of your soul burning on the skewer, And all that dirt that you have swallowed. The howling voice from the closet, Better run away just because it Seems to know a little bit too much about All them shallow graves that you got buried In the field of your experience. Me, I don't care... I just pay what it takes to feel alive. Somehow somewhere, hell everyone I know Is waiting... Just waiting to burn that river dry. |
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Well I was shacked up down in Mobile
With a girl from New York City. She woke me up one night to tell me That we weren't alone. She said she saw the ghost Of a woman staring at me. I told her not to worry, But in the morning when I woke up, she was gone. So I headed on to Florida where I tangled with some sailors. And as I lay bloody on the wharf, I cursed the ship they sailed on. Wouldn't you know, twenty four hours later That ship sank into the ocean... Disappearing like an unwanted memory Beneath the waves. I guess it's 'cause, still waters run, Run deep in me 'Cause I got this crazy way... Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters. And I was woke up just before dawn By an old man crying in the rain. He was drunk and he was lonely And as he passed by he sang a hymn. And as I lay there listening, Well I almost joined him in that song... But instead I just held my peace, And waited 'till that old man moved along. Then later on that day about A quarter mile out of town, I found his body hanging in A grove of pines, swaying in the wind. And as he swang that rope sang another hymn To Jesus, And this time though I don't know why, I somehow felt inclined to sing along. I guess it's cause, still waters run, Run deep in me 'Cause I got this crazy way... crazy way I'm swimming in still waters. Yes and there are projects for the dead And there are projects for the living... Thought I must confess sometimes I get confused by that distinction... And I just throw myself into the arms Of that which would betray me. I guess to see how far Providence Will stoop down just to save me. And it's all because, still waters run, Run deep in me... 'Cause I've got this crazy way... Crazy way I'm swimming in still waters. |
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I whisper beautiful secrets into
The drainpipes at night For the old folks while they're sleeping... Something to help them with their dreams. I climb the wall to the cemetery, Lay down on the grave of my father... I hear him asking me for forgiveness, So I close my eyes in prayer. And then a rainy-rainy-rain falls down... A cool rainy-rain upon my head. It makes the river overflow it's banks, And wash my cares away to Sleepy-town. I pour whiskey in the honeycomb, It makes the bees all turn to angels. I watch 'em fly off into heaven... Disappear where I can't follow. And I would write Jesus a letter, But I hear that he don't speak English... So instead I'll just throw these cobblestones Until I ring that old church bell. Until the rainy-rainy-rain fall down... Cool rainy-rain upon my head. It makes the river overflow it's banks, And wash my cares away to Sleepy-town. In Sleepy-town, you let the wild wind blow away your name. In Sleepy town, you let the healing rain just wash your pain away. I see a light on in the station, Yeah someone is waiting for a train. And I envy them their leaving As I turn to head back home again. For soon the morning sun will rise And this little town will open up its eyes.. And return from the land where I've never been From a Sleepy-town...that's free... From all that rainy-rainy-rain fall down. The cool rainy-rain upon my head Make the river overflow it's banks And wash my cares away to Sleepy-town... ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JIM WHITE <i>Lyrics © CHRYSALIS STANDARDS, INC.</i> |
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Your world is in flames there ain't even a name
For the feelings you feel as you watch it all burn. There's a girl in the distance, she's calling your name, But the name that she's calling is not your name, she calls: THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! But he's plowing the field... And you can't walk on that water, I know 'cause I tried. It's our spider web-thinking, it's just too heavy with holes. And our thoughts they are made up of red Georgia clay, we think we know everything, but man we don't know: THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... here come THE WORD-MULE! My friends, look out for hustlers for preachers for sheisters, them silver-tongued saints who pretend to do good, 'cause they're geeks biting chicken-heads off with their witty rejoinders they ain't nothing but greasy fast food for: THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! THE WORD-MULE! but he's plowing the field... |
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Upon awakening I find myself
Lying in some woods, And for the longest time I've sat here, Just trying to remember why I feel like I am floating, Why blood is running down my shirt Then my memory returns to me As the pain comes flooding; Into my heart, My baby she stabbed me in my heart. Left me here to die, My baby she stabbed me in my heart And I know why... I hear the sound of distant footsteps, And I know that she is running From that past which will pursue her Until the day that she dies. 'Cause I know about her family, And their crimes upon her body... So I guess it wasn't me at all That she was trying to kill... When she drove that knife Into my heart My baby she stabbed me in my heart Left me here to die My baby she stabbed me in my heart Really came as no surprise. Over the hill there is a highway, Now I hear a truck is stopping... She's flagged somebody down And asked 'em for a ride. And I would try to follow her, But I don't seem to be able To lift this heavy body anymore, As the light fails, And the darkness falls Into my heart My baby she stabbed me in my heart Left me here to die My baby she stabbed me in my heart So now I'll just, I'll just close my eyes Close my eyes as the darkness falls Into my heart My baby she stabbed me in my heart Into my heart I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling... |
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I cannot be superman no more...
I cannot walk upon the high wire in my mind. And now that I understand the extent of my mortal coil, Suddenly and somehow I have lost all my desire... To shine, to shine like the sun... To shine, to shine like the sun... On a sunny day in Angel-Land. And I guess sometimes you find that the river just runs dry... And you've got to get up out of the boat and walk. And I suppose you might try to find another river, But sometimes, sometimes it's just too hard.. To hard to shine, to shine like the sun... To shine, to shine like the sun... On a sunny day, in Angel-Land. Mostly now these days I'm dreaming normal dreams... Little things like who I spoke to, or what I did today. I have not written a speech for God to say in years. 'Scuse me if I leave that undertaking up to those who say... Who say the want to shine, to shine like the sun... To shine, a shine like the sun.. On a sunny day, in Angel-Land.. Sweet Angel-land ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JIM WHITE <i>Lyrics © CHRYSALIS STANDARDS, INC.</i> |
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