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Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the flames burning in hell Yes, he did, yes, he did Now my Lord spoke, he spoke so well Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the child of Israel Yes, he did, yes, he did He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, my Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the man from Galilee Yes, he did, yes, he did My Lord spoke, he spoke to me Yes, he did, yes, he did Talked about the man from Galilee Yes, he did, yes, he did He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, I don't know but I've been told Yes, he did, yes, he did Streets of heaven are painted with gold Yes, he did, yes, he did Now the Jordan river is chilly and wide Yes, he did, yes, he did I got home on the other side Yes, he did, yes, he did He brought joy, joy, joy into my heart Well, you can tell the world about this You can tell the nation about that Tell them what the master has done Tell them that the gospel has come Tell them that the victory's been won He brought joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy into my heart |
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Last night I had the strangest dream I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room The room was filled with men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the papers all were signed And a million copies made They all joined hands and lowered their heads And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing 'round and 'round And guns and sorts a nd uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war |
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Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand On Bleeker Street A poet reads his crooked rhyme Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent On Bleeker Street I heard a church bell softly chime In a melody sustainin' It's a long road to Canaan On Bleeker Street Bleeker Street |
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Who will love a little sparrow Who's traveled far and cries for rest? "Not I," said the Oak Tree "I won't share my branches with no sparrow's nest And my blanket of leaves won't warm her cold breast" Who will love a little sparrow And who will speak a kindly word? "Not I," said the Swan "The entire idea is utterly absurd I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard." Who will take pity in his heart And who will feed a starving sparrow? "Not I," said the Golden Wheat "I would if I could but I cannot I know I need all my grain to prosper and grow" Who will love a little sparrow? Will no one write her eulogy? "I will," said the Earth "For all I've created returns unto me From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be" |
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Benedictus qui est venit, In nomine domine, In nomine, In nomine, In nomine domine, In nomine domine, In nomine, In nomine, In nomine domine |
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He was my brother
Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bring him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free |
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As we marched down to Faneri-o
As we marched down to Faneri-o Our captain fell n love with a lady like a dove And they called her name, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, pretty Peggy-o Come a runnin' down the stairs, combin' back your yellow hair You're the prettiest little girl I've ever seen-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, pretty Peggy-o In a carriage you will ride, with your true love by your side As far as any maiden in the ar-e-o What will your mother say, pretry Peggy-o? What will your mother say, pretty Peggy-o? What will your mother say, when she finds you've gone away To places far and strange to Faneri-o? If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, pretty Peggy-o If ever I return, all your cities I will burn Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o Destroying all the ladies in the ar-e-o |
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Hallelujah!
Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born While shepherds kept their watch O'er silent flocks by night Behold throughout the heavens There shown a holy light Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born Down in a lonely manger The humble Christ was born And God sent salvation That blessed Christmas morn Hallelujah! Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go tell it on the mountain Jesus Christ is born |
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The sun is burning in the sky
Strands of clouds go slowly drifting by In the park the lazy bees Are joining in the flowers, among the trees And the sun burns in the sky Now the sun is in the west Little kids go home to take their rest And the couples in the park Are holdin' hands and waitin' for the dark And the sun is in the west Now the sun is sinking low Children playin' know it's time to go High above a spot appears A little blossom blooms and then draws near And the sun is sinking low Now the sun has come to Earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat and leaves a smear of ash And the sun has come to Earth Now the sun has disappeared All is darkness, anger, pain, and fear Twisted, sightless wrecks of men Go groping on the knees and cry in pain And the sun has disappeared |
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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
as she lies here beside me asleep with the night and her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight she is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy and I watch as her breasts, gently rise, gently fall for I know with the first line of dawn I'll be leaving and tonight will be all I have left to recall oh what have I done, why have I done it? I've committed a crime, I've broken the law for 25 dollars and pieces of silver I held up and robbed a hard liquor store my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion a scene badly written in which I must play yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me the morning is just a few hours away |
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I was twenty one years
when I wrote this song twenty two now but I won't be for long Time hurries on And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl I held her close but she faded in the night Like a poem I meant to write And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand I threw a pebble in a brook And watched the ripple run away And they never made a sound And the leaves that are green turn to brown And they wither in the wind And they crumble in your hand Hello hello hello hello Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye That's all there is And the leaves that are green turn to brown |
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Blessed are the meek
for they shall in herit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon spat upon ratted on O Lord why have you forsaken me I got no place to go I've walked around So ho for the last night or so Ah but it doesn't matter no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers pot sellers illusion dwellers O Lord why have you forsaken me My words trickle down from a wound That I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass window pane glass Blessed is the church service makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers cheap hookers groovy lookers O Lord why have you forsaken me I have tended my own garden much too long |
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I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls Soft and warm continuing Tapping on my roof and walls And from the shelter of my mind Through the window of my eyes I gaze beyond the rain drenched streets To England where my heart lies My mind's distracted and diffused My thoughts are many miles away They lie with you when you're asleep kiss you when you start your day as a song I was writing is left undone I don't know why I spend my time Writing songs I can't believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme And so you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I |
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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love
As she lies here beside me, asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight But I've got to creep down the alley way Fly down the highway Before they come to catch me I'll be gone Somewhere they can't find me Oh baby, you don't know what I've done I've committed a crime, I've broken the law While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me I held up and robbed a liquor store But I've got to creep down the alley way Fly down the highway Before they come to catch me I'll be gone Somewhere they can't find me Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion A scene badly written in which I must play And though it puts me uptight to leave you I know it's not right to leave you The morning is just a few hours away But I've got to creep down the alley way Fly down the highway Before they come to catch me I'll be gone Somewhere they can't find me |
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They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around Born into society, a banker's only child He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got But I, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head" But I, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory |
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He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know She lived upstairs from him She said he was a most peculiar man He was a most peculiar man He lived all alone within a house Within a room, within himself A most peculiar man He had no friends, he seldom spoke And no one in turn ever spoke to him 'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care And he wasn't like them Oh no! He was a most peculiar man He died last Saturday He turned on the gas and he went to sleep With the windows closed so he'd never wake up To his silent world and his tiny room And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere Who should be notified soon And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead But wasn't he a most peculiar man?" |
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April come she will
April come she will When streams are ripe and swelled with rain 사월이 되면 그녀가 돌아올 거야 봄기운 무르익은 시냇물이 비에 넘실거릴 때면 May, she will stay Resting in my arms again 오월에는 내 곁에 머무르겠지 다시금 내 팔에 기대어 쉬면서 June, she'll change her tune In restless walks she'll prowl the night 유월에는 마음이 바뀌어 불안한 걸음으로 밤새 서성거릴 거야 July, she will fly And give no warning to her flight 칠월에는 날아갈 거야 간다는 말 한 마디 없이 August, die she must The autumn winds blow chilly and cold 팔월에는 영원히 돌아오지 않겠지 가을바람이 차갑고 싸늘하게 불어오니까 September I'll remember A love once new has now grown old 구월이 되면 기억할 거야 한때 새롭던 사랑이 이제는 추억 속에 깊어가는 것을 |
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A winter's dat in a deep and dark December
I am alone Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an island I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty that none may penetrate I have no need of friendship, friendship cause pain. It's laughter ad it's loving I disdain. I am a rock I am an island Don't talk of love Well. I've heard the words before. It's sleeping in my memory I won't distrub the slumber of feelings that have died If I never loved I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island I have my books and my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor, hinding in my room, safe within mt womb I touch no one touches me. I am a rock I am an island And a rock feels no pain Abd an island never cries |
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Are you going to Scarborough fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Without no seems nor needle work Then she’ll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strands Then she’ll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she’ll be a true love of mine |
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The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves Casting shivering shadows On the houses through the trees And the light from a street lamp Paints a pattern on my wall Like the pieces of a puzzle Or a child's uneven scrawl Up a narrow flight of stairs In a narrow little room As I lie upon my bed In the early evening gloom Impaled on my wall My eyes can dimly see The pattern of my life And the puzzle that is me From the moment of my birth To the instant of my death There are patterns I must follow Just as I must breathe each breath Like a rat in a maze The path before my lies And the pattern never alters Until the rat dies And the pattern still remains On the wall where darkness fell And it's fitting that it should For in darkness I must dwell Like the color of my skin Or the day that I grow old My life is made of patterns That can scarcely be controlled |
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Cloudy
The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a raga-muffin child Pointed finger-painted smile I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no boreders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question why And they linger there to die They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy |
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I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band. Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound, Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me. Ev'ry day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines. And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be, Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound, Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me. Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend. But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me. Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound, Home where my thought's escaping, Home where my music's playing, Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me. Silently for me. |
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Do people have a tendency to dump on you?
Does your group have more cavities than theirs? Do all the hippies seem to get the jump on you? Do you sleep alone when others sleep in pairs? Well there's no need to complain We'll eliminate your pain We can neutralize your brain You'll feel just fine Now Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! Do figures of authority just shoot you down? Is life within the business world a drag? Did your boss just mention that you'd better shop around To find yourself a more productive bag? Are you worried and distressed? Can't seem to get no rest? Put our product to the test You'll feel just fine Now Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! You'd better hurry up and order one Our limited supply is very nearly gone Do you nervously await the blows of cruel fate? Do your checks bounce higher than a rubber ball? Are you worried 'cause your girlfriend's just a little late? Are you looking for a way to chuck it all? We can end your daily strife At a reasonable price You've seen it advertised in Life You'll feel just fine Now Buy a big bright green pleasure machine! |
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Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep my mind dances and leaps in confusion I don?t know what is real I can?t touch what I feel And I hide behind the shield of my illusion Chorus: So I?ll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end and flowers never bend with the rainfall The mirror on my wall cast an image dark and small but I?m not sure at all it?s my reflection I?m blinded by the light of God, and truth and right and I wander in the night without direction Chorus (It?s) no matter if you?re born to play the king or pawn for the line is thinly drawn ?tween joy and sorrow so my fantasy becomes reality and I must be, what I must be, and face tomorrow Chorus |
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what a dream I had
Pressed in Organdy Clothed in crinoline Of smocky burgundy Softer than the rain I wandered empty streets down Past the shop displays I heard cathedral bells Tripping down the alleyways As I walked on And when you ran to me Your cheeks fleshed with the night We walked on frosted fields Of juniper and lamplight I held your hand And when I awoke And felt you warm and near I kissed your honey hair With my grateful tears Oh,I live you girl Oh,I love you |
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The last train is nearly due
The underground is closing soon And in the dark deserted station Restless in anticipation A man waits in the shadows His restless eyes leap and scratch At all that they can touch or catch And hidden deep within his pocket Safe within its silent socket He holds a colored crayon Now from the tunnel's stony womb The carriage rides to meet the groom And open wide and welcome doors But he hesitates, and then withdraws Deeper in the shadows And the train is gone suddenly On wheels clicking silently Like a gently tapping litany And he holds his crayon rosary Tighter in his hand Now from his pocket quick he flashes The crayon on the wall he slashes Deep upon the advertising A single worded poem consisting Of four letters And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding The poem across the tracks rebounding Shadowed by the exit light His legs take their ascending flight To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night |
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The recent fight in the House of Representatives was over the open housing
section of the Civil Rights Bill. Brought traditional enemies together but it left the defenders of the measure without the votes of their strongest supporters. President Johnson originally proposed an outright ban covering discrimination by everyone for every type of housing but it had no chance from the start and everyone in Congress knew it. A compromise was painfully worked out in the House Judiciary Committee. In Los Angeles today comedian Lenny Bruce died of what was believed to be an overdoes of narcotics. Bruce was 42 years old. Dr. Martin Luther King says he does not intend to cancel plans for an open housing march Sunday into the Chicago suburb of Cicero. Cook County Sheriff Richard Ogleby asked King to call off the march and the police in Cicero said they would ask the National Guard to be called out if it is held. King, now in Atlanta, Georgia, plans to return to Chicago Tuesday. In Chicago Richard Speck, accused murderer of nine student nurses, was brought before a grand jury today for indictment. The nurses were found stabbed and strangled in their Chicago apartment. In Washington the atmosphere was tense today as a special subcommittee of the House Committee on Un-American activities continued its probe into anti- Viet Nam war protests. Demonstrators were forcibly evicted from the hearings when they began chanting anti-war slogans. Former Vice-President Richard Nixon says that unles there is a substantial increase in the present war effort in Viet Nam, the U.S. should look forward to five more years of war. In a speech before the Convention of the Veterans of Foreign Wars in New York, Nixon also said opposition to the war in this country is the greatest single weapon working against the U.S. That's the 7 o'clock edition of the news, Goodnight. Silent night Holy night All is calm All is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. |
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Time it was and what a time it was.
It was a time of innocence. A time of confidences. Long ago it must be, I have a photograph, Preserve your memories, They're all that's left you |
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Good God! Don't jump!
A boy sat on the ledge An old man who had fainted was revived And everyone agreed 'twould be a miracle indeed If the boy survived "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother The woman from the supermarket Ran to call the cops "He must be high on something" someone said Though it never made The New York Times In The Daily News, the caption read "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother (Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again) A patrol car passing by Halted to a stop Said officer MacDougal in dismay: "The force can't do a decent job 'Cause the kids got no respect For the law today (and blah blah blah)" "Save the life of my child!" Cried the desperate mother "Oh what's becoming of the children?" People asking each other When darkness fell, excitement kissed the crowd And it made them wild In an atmosphere of freaky holiday When the spotlight hit the boy And the crowd began to cheer He flew away |
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Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
"I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America "우리 연인이 되어서 우리의 재산을 합치는 게 어떨까?" "난 가방 안에 돈을 좀 가져왔어." 그래서 우리는 담배 한 보루와 와그너여사 파이를 샀다. 그리고 우리는 미국을 찾아 걸어서 떠났다. "Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh "Michigan seems like a dream to me now" It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw I've gone to look for America |
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Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sitting on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters We sleep separately And drop a smile passing in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time Is tapping on my forehead Hanging from my mirror Rattling the teacups And I wonder How long can I delay? We're just a habit Like Saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on The thought of leaving you I stop I stop and think it over |
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Man 1: I got little in this world. I give honesty without regret. One hundred dollars for that picture. I remember taking a picture with... Woman 1: Ooh! Let me show you. Let me show you our picture. This was me and my husband when we were first married. Woman 2: I always slept on one side, left room for my husband. Woman 1: And that's me when we were sixteen. Woman 2: But this, this, this, this is not the case. I still do it. I still lay on the half of the bed. (pause) We used to sneak in... Man 2: Still haven't seen the doctor I was seein'; there's been blood for the last, eh, forty-eight hours, and I can't get up the mucus for the last, eh, two, three months... oh yes, and I maintain, I maintain strongly, to this minute, I don't think it's an ordinary cold. Woman 3: God forgive me, but an old person without money is pathetic. Woman 4: Children, and mothers, that's the way we have it. A mother-- they are [mumbling I can't make out]. Woman 5: 'Cause mothers do too much. Woman 4: That is mother's life, to live for your child. (pause) Yes, my dear. Man 3: I couldn't get younger. I have to be an old man. That's all. Well... Woman 6: Are you happy here, honey? Are you happy living with us? Man 3: So anytime I walk with Lou and... that's all. Woman 6: Mr. Singer? Are you happy living with us here? Woman 7: But we don't do that, dear. Woman 6: But are you happy? Woman 7: If you mean, if, if you could say, yes, and I thought, and I was so happy, and everybody, "What is this? What is it?" Woman 8: It just is, beautiful. Like, just a room. Your own room, in your own home. |
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Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin´ through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears |
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Time it was and what a time it was.
It was a time of innocence. A time of confidences. Long ago it must be, I have a photograph, Preserve your memories, They're all that's left you |
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When she goes, she's gone. If she stays, she stays here. The girl does what she wants to do. She knows what she wants to do. And I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. I'm such a dubious soul, And a walk in the garden Wears me down. Tangled in the fallen vines, Pickin' up the punch lines, I've just been fakin' it, Not really makin' it. Is there any danger? No, no, not really. Just lean on me. Takin' time to treat Your friendly neighbors honestly. I've just been fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it. Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor. ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?") I own the tailor's face and hands I am the tailor's face and hands and I know I'm fakin' it, I'm not really makin' it. This feeling of fakin' it- I still haven't shaken it. |
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Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies Relaxin' a while, livin' in style Talkin' to a raisin who 'casionally plays L.A. Casually glancing at his toupee Wish I was an English muffin 'Bout to make the most out of a toaster I'd ease myself down Comin' up brown I prefer boysenberry More than any ordinary jam I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan Ah, South California If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano? "To Maryjane- Best wishes, Martin" (Old Roger draft-dodger Leavin' by the basement door) Everybody knows what he's Tippy-toeing down there for |
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And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files We'd like to help you learn to help yourself Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo) God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Going to the candidates debate Laugh about it, shout about it When you've got to choose Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson Joltin' Joe has left and gone away (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) |
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Time,
Time, Time, see what's become of me While I looked around for my possibilities. I was so hard to please. Look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hear the Salvation Army band. Down by the riverside's Bound to be a better ride Than what you've got planned. Carry your cup in your hand. And look around. Leaves are brown. And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. Hang on to your hopes, my friend. That's an easy thing to say, But if your hopes should pass away Simply pretend that you can build them again. Look around, The grass is high, The fields are ripe, It's the springtime of my life. Seasons change with the scenery; Weaving time in a tapestry. Won't you stop and remember me At any convenient time? Funny how my memory skips Looking over manuscripts Of unpublished rhyme. Drinking my vodka and lime, I look around, Leaves are brown, And the sky is a hazy shade of winter. |
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Someone told me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm It's a light and tumble journey From the East Side to the park Just a fine and fancy ramble To the zoo But you can take the crosstown bus If it's raining or it's cold And the animals will love it If you do If ya do now Something tells me It's all happening at the zoo I do believe it I do believe it's true Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm Oh ho ho ho Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm The monkeys stand for honesty Giraffes are insincere And the elephants are kindly but they're dumb Ourang-outangs are skeptical Of changes in their cages And the zookeeper is very fond of rum Zebras are reactionaries Antelopes are missionaries Pigeons plot in secrecy And hamsters turn on frequently What a gas Ya gotta come and see At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo At the zoo |
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When you're weary feelin small
when tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all I'm on your side oh when times get rough And friend just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. When you're down and out when you're on the street when evening fall so hard I will comfort you I'm take your part oh when darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. Like a bridge over troubled water I'll lay me down. Sail on silver girl sail on by your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine oh if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over triubled water I'll aeseyour mind. |
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I'd rather be
a sparrow than a snail Yes I would if I could I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would if I only could I surely would Away I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world its saddest sound Its saddest sound I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes I would if I could I surely would I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes I would if I only could I surely would |
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Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia Up in my bedroom (making love) I got up to wash my face When I come back to bed Someone's taken my place Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees I'm begging you please to come home Come on home Jubilation, she loves me again, I fall on the floor and I'm laughing, Jubilation, she loves me again, I fall on the floor and I'm laughing |
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Gee but its great to be back home
Home is where I want to be I've been on the road so long my friend that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree its the same old story Everywhere I go I get slandered Libeled, I hear words I never heard in the bible and I'm one step ahead of the shoeshine Two steps away from the county line Just trying to keep my customers satisfied satisfied Deputy sheriff said to me tell me what you came here for boy You better get your bags and flee You're in trouble boy And now you're heading into more Its the same old story Everywhere I go I get slandered Libeled I hear words I never heard in the bible and I'm one step ahead of the shoe shine |
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So long, Frank Lloyd Wright
I can't believe your song is gone so soon I barely learned the tune So soon So soon I'll remember Frank Lloyd Wright All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn I never laughed so long So long So long Architects may come and Architects may go and Never change your point of view When I run dry I stop a while and think of you Architects may come and Architects may go and Never change your point of view So long, Frank Lloyd Wright All of the nights we'd harmonize till dawn I never laughed so long So long So long |
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I am just a poor boy
Though my story is seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest Mm mm When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station Running scared laying low Seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Ooo la la Lie la lie Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame I am leaving I am leaving But the fighter still remains Lie la lie |
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My daddy was the family bassman
My mamma was an engineer And I was born one dark gray morn With music coming in my ears In my ears They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel My daddy was a prominent frogman My mamma's in the Naval Reserve When I was young I carried a gun But I never got the chance to serve I did not serve They call me Baby Driver And once upon a pair of wheels Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel My daddy got a big promotion My mamma got a raise in pay There's no one home, we're all alone Oh come into my room and play Yes we can play I'm not talking about your pigtails But I'm talking 'bout your sex appeal Hit the road and I'm gone What's my number I wonder how your engines feel Ba ba ba ba Scoot down the road What's my number I wonder how your engines feel |
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Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your part'll go fine. Fly down to Mexico. Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am, The only living boy in New York. I get the news I need on the weather report. I can gather all the news I need on the weather report. Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile. Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here I am The only living boy in New York Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where, And we don't know here. Tom, get your plane right on time. I know you've been eager to fly now. Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da Like it shines on me The only living boy in New York, The only living boy in New York. |
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Why don't you write me
I'm out in the jungle I'm hungry to hear you Send me a card I am waiting so hard To be near you Why don't you write? Something is wrong And I know I got to be there Maybe I'm lost But I can't make the cost Of the airfare Tell me why, why, why Tell me why, why, why Why don't you write me A letter would brighten My loneliest evening Mail it today If it's only to say That you're leaving me Monday morning, sitting in the sun Hoping and wishing for the mail to come Tuesday, never got a word Wednesday, Thursday, ain't no sign Drank half a bottle of iodine Friday, woe is me Gonna hang my body from the highest tree Why don't you write me? |
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(*) Bye Bye Love Bye Bye Happiness Hello loneliness I think I'm gonna cry Bye Bye Love Bye Bye sweet caress Hello emptiness I feel like I could die Bye my love goodbye Bye my love goodbye There goes my baby With someone new She sure looks happy I sure am blue She was my baby till he stepped in Goodbye to romance That might have been (* Repeat) I'm through with romance I'm through with love I'm through with Counting that stars above And here's the reason That I'm so free My loving baby is through with me (* Repeat twice) 내 사랑아, 잘가요 (*) 내 사랑아 잘 가 행복아 너도 잘 가 외로움아 반갑구나 울음이 나올 것만 같아 사랑이여 잘 가 달콤한 손길과도 헤어져야 하는구나 죽고 싶은 생각이 들어 내 사랑이여 안녕 내 사랑이여 안녕 내 애인이 낯선 사람과 함께 가고 있어 확실히 그녀는 행복해 보여 나는 이렇게 우울한데 그 사람이 우리사이에 끼어들기 전까지는 그녀는 나의 연인이었는데 연애가 아니었을지도 모르지만 연애여 안녕 (* 반복) 나는 연애로 부터 해방되었어 사랑도 끝장이 나버렸어 하늘의 별을 세어 보는 일도 이제는 끝이야 내가 자유로와진 이유는 여기에 있지 그것은 내 사랑하는 연인과 헤어졌다는 것이야 (* 두번 반복) |
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this is my song for the asking
ask me and i will play so sweetly i´ll make you smile this is my dream for the taking take it, don´t turn away all the love that i feel inside thinking it over i´d be sad, thinking it over i´m more than glad to change my ways for the asking ask me and i will play i´ve been waiting here all my life. |
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