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Gonna be some changes made
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be some Man was a knife expert Kind of a Jim Bowie type Swaggerin', blusterin', 'coon skin I said, "You're not serious, right?" Then I saw him grab my friend by the hair And I guess I should have prayed As he dragged him around, I said to myself "There's gonna be some changes made" (Gonna be some changes made) Girl I knew and loved alone For years from afar With a finger to her lips She led me out to see the stars She led me down to the gritty lake And in it we did wade She took my hand and put it there Gonna be some changes made (Gonna be) Gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes made (Gonna be some changes made) Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight Gonna be some changes, some changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Better figure out something Things are looking grave Gonna be some changes, changes, changes made Up in front for all to see Graceful like a bumblin' fool Then I thought I felt slip from my mouth a little drool Maybe no one noticed it On my mind heavily it weighed I saw two people snickering I said, "There needs to be some changes made" (Snickering) Gonna be some, gonna be some changes made (Snickerin') (Gonna be) Gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Some changes made Going home, I've done enough To sow my little name Going where the fields are green And I can do my macrame A buffoon fumblin' without a clue Who likes to shift the blame And often feels betrayed There's gonna be some changes made There's gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight (Gonna be some changes made) Gonna be some changes Gonna be some changes Doo doo doo doo |
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Candy Mountain Run
Rollin' and a-tumblin' Take me to the mountain Fly closer to the sun Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin' Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain Candy Mountain run Dropping lots of little ones from up high Gumdrops, lemondrops rainin' from the sky Come on riding close to the sun Come on riding with me on my Candy Mountain run Rollin' and a-tumblin' Take me to the mountain Fly closer to the sun Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin' Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain Candy Mountain run Movin' to the high ground, wish you could come Maybe they'll let me drop the big one All the little children hands up high Waitin' for the sugar plums fallin' from the sky Movin' to the high ground, to the sugar mine Movin' to the secret so clandestine World of fantasy wish you could come Mama's little baby on a Candy Mountain run Rollin' and a-tumblin', place me on the mountain Fly closer to the sun Wailin' and a-rumblin', my fantasy crumblin' Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain Candy Mountain run Come on riding with me close to the sun Mama keep telling me not to come Used to be a mouse, now I can roar Tomorrow I'll give myself a little bit more Forget about tomorrow live for today No guarantee I'll make it anyway My special candy tastes good now Every day I die a little, a little anyhow Rollin' and a-tumblin' Take me to the mountain Fly closer to the sun Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin' Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain Candy Mountain run |
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Isn't this old night so nice
I hope you can feel what I feel tonight Little boy's not getting it right Trying so hard with all his might Clouds in the sky keeping the sun away Doesn't mean the sun isn't shining today Seems something's always in your way You've got a wide, wide array Of insurmountable problems every day Slip away, slide away Into dreamland Slip away, slide away Into dream, dreamland In your own private place of dreams I hope you'll find a place where it seems The road is always straight and true Wherever you walk is bright for you I hope you'll remember these times we share Hope you'll find some comfort there In the meantime lose your cares You can go anywhere, close your eyes and it will take you there Slip away, slide away Into dreamland Gonna cherish my time with you Gonna smile, smile the whole world day through Wake up tomorrow, maybe you'll find Darkness gone from your mind Want you to be what you want to be Don't want you to ever hurt like me Smiling through the saddest times Could only happen in dreams I wonder is it as nice as it seems Slip away, slide away Into dreamland Maybe you'll get your wishes in dreams this night Because I can't seem to do it here in real life Maybe you'll get your wishes in dreams this night Because I can't seem to help you here in real life |
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Circus On the Moon
Hey out there, are you hearing my call It's a cry for help but all you see are these craters and these walls I've erected in my room I'd like you to see, I'm a performer with skills Don't make fun of me with my whistles and my bullhorns and my bells And I hope you'll see it soon Getting 'bout as much attention as a circus on the moon I'm here with the elephants, I'm cleaning up mess I'm trying to be special, but to you I'm just like all the rest Look what they've got me doing Got a high wire act I can show you my skills Trapeze and a bar across my heart, across my ills Escape through a trap door and I'll go on my way Try as I do, I just can't connect anyway Getting bout as much attention as a circus on the moon Standing tall and lone in my circus on the moon I'm a perfect little foil for the prognosticators of doom I'll bet you in a minute they'll be searching my room Watch out for the deluge I believe it's coming soon And I'll bet you five bucks we'll see the stars come out at noon You can bet all you got I'll get your attention soon Getting 'bout as much attention as a circus on the moon I'm a stalwart trapeze artist on my (circus on the moon) I'm a lonely tightrope walker in my (circus on the moon) An accomplished virtuoso in my (circus on the moon) Waving at you sweetly from my circus on the moon Three million miles away I'm staring at you, staring at you Waving at you sweetly from my (circus on the moon) Standing tall and lone in my circus on the moon Three million miles away I'm staring at you in my circus on the moon |
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Halcyon Days
Bright light streaming in, through my window pane Think I'll stare at the shapes it makes on the floor and then stare again You've got your curtains drawn, anything I can do? Maybe a rose or a pillow or a picture or a funny joke just for you To carry you away Let me bring you, some tokens of esteem Close the door on the world, make it our own beautiful scene There's a darkness visible, maybe only to me Maybe just a dream, a time-slowing-down dream, a hole you're sinking down deep Comes loose at the seams, make the dream leave Some rise by wrong And some by virtue fall And those convicting may be the guilitiest of all Wash it all away I'd love to bring you, on a silver tray, some halcyon days Feel a strong gravitational pull, holding you down And the air feels thick, having a hard time moving through, moving round I'm hoping you may let me, help to pull you through You're here so you might as well let me see If I can do that for you Carry you away Feeling so helpless, mostly I'm a clown Every now and then gotten so even up can feel like down In the hour of my reflection, I've had enough of disaffection Like a starless sky, no light in our eyes Maybe change this tonight, some brighter times, some lovely rhymes Some rise by wrong And some by virtue fall And those in judgment could be guiltiest of all Wash it away I'd love to bring you, on a silver tray, some halcyon days Maybe just a dream, some ever-present dream, evanescent scenes It could seem so for me, this is for me Some rise by wrong And some by virtue fall And those in judgment could be guiltiest of all Wash it away I'd love to bring you, on a silver tray, some halcyon days |
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What The Hell Happened
Look at my mama Look at my pop Look at my brother Making them little girls' jaws drop Look at my sister So beautiful to see What the hell happened to me? Got a big-ass nose Fat gaps in my teeth Hair coming out of my ears And big old stinky feet I swear the girl at the gate just gagged when I gave her my I.D. What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened I wish I knew What the hell happened Not so much I can do Got Gable and Lombard For a mom and a dad Got a brother braggin' 'Bout all the ass he's had Must've been stuck in the shallow end of the pool of genes What the hell happened to me? What the hell happened I wish I knew What the hell happened Not so much I can do |
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Will it really help me to learn
About Frederick the Great and when Rome burned? Wish they'd skip over me when it's my turn All this useless information so I can talk way above my station And I lost when I couldn't spell congratulations Well, Hooray, Hooray for Tom Who won the spelling bee Spelled the difficult words so right And now he's on TV Oh Hooray, Hooray for Tom He's up there for all to see And I hope someday they'll say hooray for me Teach me long division So I can figure out baseball stats Batting average, fielding percentage and all that Well I learned more at home OK Learned how to scrap, learned some funny things to say And I lost when I spelled B-A-N-A-N-A-N-A Well, Hooray, Hooray for Tom Who won the spelling bee Spelled the difficult words so right And now he's on TV. Hooray, Hooray for Tom He's up there for all to see And I hope someday they'll say hooray for me. Hooray, Hooray for Tom Who won the old spelling bee Spelled the difficult words so right Spelled the crepuscule so right And now he's on TV. Hooray, Hooray for Tom He's up there for all to see And I hope someday they'll say hooray Hope someday they'll say hooray Well I hope someday they'll say hooray for me |
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Heir Gordon
There was a young man name Arthur Gordon Heir to a large family fortune Walking around all prissy and full of himself Pissing money and showing his wealth Built a little shrine to the Gordon name Hyped it from his front-row seat at all the games Opened a restaurant and called it guess what? Arthur's, of course, he did strut his stuff Heir Gordon Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee Heir, Heir Gordon His life sure looks good to me Got a little brylcreem, a dab will do Droppin' funny acid, a tab or two Wearing undergarments from a Mormom friend Touching all the bases 'round the Cub Scout den Heir Gordon Got a lot of money but he ain't worth a damn Heir, Heir Gordon Makes me feel just like a man Why's he doing all these things for me |
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I'd like to try throwing the I-Ching
I'd like to try some analyzing my writing I'd like what's written on the crystal stones And see what happens if I put on my turban and start throwing bones, hey! Maybe I'll be a gofer, getting bagels for the UN Maybe I'll cruise bars in futile search of perfect tens And maybe I'll be the legendary scandal-ridden pol Keeping up my solid citizen front when I'm really just bought and sold Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be And hand-writing and dice rolls I-Ching and crystal stones And tea leaves and astrology Get someone to interpret your dreams Still I don't know where we'll be Will you take this ride with me Maybe I'll be a doctor, ophthalmologist checking out eyes Maybe I'll get a job making little skinny curly fries I might feel important as a security guard And I'd love to lean on you when times get too hard, hey! Maybe I'll be the overweight ex-jock chasing skirts Tell 'em my old stories, you know the older you get the better you were You can be my right hand, tell me when I'm a joke And maybe they'll be some times when we feel like we're not just blowing smoke Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be And hand-writing and dice rolls I-Ching and crystal stones And tea leaves and astrology Get someone to interpret your dreams Still I don't know where we'll be Will you take this ride with me? Maybe I'll invent the nuclear magnetic resonance stomp Or create a synthetic hue for you Or make chemical breakthroughs Take a map of the genome and get directions to a friend And develop a crumb, crisp coating for a new cake and ice cream blend, hey! Mirror, mirror on the wall Palm readings and crystal balls It's obvious for all to see How uncertain it will be Fortune tellers and mirrored walls Tarot cards and Ouija boards And tea leaves and astrology Why don't you come and play with me? Still I'll wonder where we'll be Will you take this ride... Will you take this ride with me? With me... |
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Lost In The Snow
Come on kids y'all come with me Let's go looking for a Christmas tree Across the river and through the woods I've got my axe and it works real good Such a strong boy, good hiker too Eight years old, could arm-wrestle you Fast as a horse and slick as a snake We'll make it snappy won't be late In the dimming light On frozen ground I lay so helpless No one else in sight I'm so sure I just won't last much longer Lost in the snow didn't know where to go Don't know how to cook or how to sew Maybe I'll make friends with the deer, who knows They have problems too with this snow In the dimming light On frozen ground I lay so helpless No one else in sight I'm so sure I just won't last much longer Bridge: Got separaated don't know how They went straight and I went around Thought we'd meet up by that ravine I'm hoping this is where I was last seen In the dimming light On frozen ground I lay so helpless No one else in sight I'm so scared I just won't last much longer Slogging through the snow waist deep Digging, reaching, looking for me Give your own a strong love Compliments and great big hugs Some thins always so hard to say Pride and ego get in the way With a little boy lost in the woods you see Wish my mama would come find me |
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Gonna be some changes made
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be some Man was a knife expert Kind of a Jim Bowie type Swaggerin', blusterin', 'coon skin I said, "You're not serious, right?" Then I saw him grab my friend by the hair And I guess I should have prayed As he dragged him around, I said to myself "There's gonna be some changes made" (Gonna be some changes made) Girl I knew and loved alone For years from afar With a finger to her lips She led me out to see the stars She led me down to the gritty lake And in it we did wade She took my hand and put it there Gonna be some changes made (Gonna be) Gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes made (Gonna be some changes made) Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight Gonna be some changes, some changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Better figure out something Things are looking grave Gonna be some changes, changes, changes made Up in front for all to see Graceful like a bumblin' fool Then I thought I felt slip from my mouth a little drool Maybe no one noticed it On my mind heavily it weighed I saw two people snickering I said, "There needs to be some changes made" (Snickering) Gonna be some, gonna be some changes made (Snickerin') (Gonna be) Gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Some changes made Going home, I've done enough To sow my little name Going where the fields are green And I can do my macrame A buffoon fumblin' without a clue Who likes to shift the blame And often feels betrayed There's gonna be some changes made There's gonna be some changes made Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight Gonna be some changes, changes made Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days Look in the mirror I see a clown's face Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight (Gonna be some changes made) Gonna be some changes Gonna be some changes Doo doo doo doo |
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