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julie said we drink far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't we jump in while the water is cool and we are still friends some say that they o.d.'d on leonard cohen well i can see that river whenever i think about them the river is cruel and the water is deep and blue i was working then on my great unfinished novel |
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jodie wears a hat although it hasn't rained for six days
she says a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance she's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in san jose and her neverborn child still haunts her as she speeds down the freeway as she tries her luck with the traffic police out of boredom more than spite she never finds no trouble, she tries too hard she's obvious despite herself she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront she says all she needs is therapy yeah all you need is, love is all you need jodie never sleeps 'cause there are always needles in the hay she says that a girl needs a gun these days hey on account of all the rattlesnakes she looks like eve marie saint in on the waterfront as she reads simone de beauvoir in her american circumstance her heart, heart's like crazy paving upside down and back to front she says ooh, it's so hard to love when love was your great disappointment |
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some say that you may soon be leaving town
do you tire of chasing all the women around will you never be contented with your life will you always be the one who won't think twice when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees you're so hard , down on mission street god only knows how you can hurt her when you know that's what you do how does it feel to be so cruel will you never be contented with your life will you always be the one who won't look back when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees it feels like up, down on mission street julie said your eyes are blue your lips are cold as stone she picked you up and you put her down and messed her place around will you never be contented with your life will you always be the one who won't think twice when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees you're so hard , down on mission street when you go down on your knees you're so hard to please when you go down on your knees it feels like up, down on mission street |
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i choose my friends only far too well
i'm up on the pavement, they're all down in the cellar with their government grants and my i.q. they brought me down to size, academia blues louise is a girl, i know her well she's up on the pavement, yes she's a weather girl and i'm staying up here so i may be undone she's inappropriate, but then she's much more fun and when she smiles my way my eyes go out in vain she's got perfect skin shame on you, you've got no sense of grace, shame on me ah just in case i might come to a conclusion other than that which is absolutely necessary and that's perfect skin louise is the girl with the perfect skin she says turn on the light, otherwise it can't be seen she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin and she's sexually enlightened by cosmopolitan and when she smiles my way my eyes go out in vain for her perfect skin yeah that's perfect skin she takes me down to the basement to look at her slides of her family life, pretty weird at times at the age of ten she looked like greta garbo and i loved her then, but how was she to know that when she smiles my way my eyes go out in vain she's got perfect skin up eight flights of stairs to her basement flat pretty confused huh, being shipped around like that seems we climbed so high now we're down so low strikes me the moral of this song must be there never has been one speedboat julie said we drink far too much coffee wine and cigarettes and we never get no sleep i first met them at a riverboat party both of them were speeding i would say i lived on the edge of all this indulgence taking notes and trusting in prudence julie said to jim why don't |
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i was looking for a rhyme for the new york times
when i sensed i was not alone she said d'you know how to spell audaciously i could tell i was in luck and so i forced a smile contrary to my style and she looked into my eyes she said d'you want to go heaven or would you rather not be saved here comes my train i'm on my way, will you not see i don't need your sympathy i won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please so she took me back to her basement flat which was down on charlotte street though it was never my intention we were not intense, not least because well if you must just take then i'm a piece of cake that is what she said to me and so i gave myself to her charity well at least that's how it seemed here comes my train i'm on my way, what got into me i don't need your sympathy i won't read your poetry, oh bittersweets i was looking for a rhyme for the new times when i was distracted yes those were precious times together that we wasted now i'm working hard for my union card i must be leaving charlotte street though it was never my intention to stay so long so long |
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it's the french 'deux cheval' not the literal 2cv. he ryhmes it with blue.
she drove her mother's car, 'twas a deux cheval i was most impressed by her casual dress i was most impressed inside her rented room colored deepest blue i suppose we found some kind of happiness she drove her mother's car, 'twas a 2cv i was most impressed by her casual dress i was most impressed inside her rented room colored deepest blue i suppose we found some kind of happiness |
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i was woken up at four a.m. by your screams and anguished cries
your mother was singing in the bathroom, she will never be my child oh baby talks in her sleep so loud we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground well you have absolutely no common sense, yes i know that's your charm you spend the whole day on the phone, you say well it helps you stay calm you cling to my arm, yes i know that's your charm and when i ask you what you want you say do you mind hey crocodile well then could you give me some peace, you say well maybe for a while sometimes you know you could almost be a child oh must you tell me all your secrets when it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground you are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathy oh go back to your mother's house and cry your little heart out you can drive them back to town in a beat-up grace kelly car looking like a friend of truman capote, looking exactly like you are yes, yes i know that's your charm so don't ask me if i want you, only ask me if i must i been blown around so long, don't know which senses to trust oh no, but i know that i must oh must you tell me all your secrets when it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing we're living four flights up but i swear right now it feels like underground |
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early in the morning, just by the break of day
well that's when my patience went away she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold wearing a plastic coat and the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her patience is a girl that i hate to love the way i do, but i do she wakes me up in the morning through squeaking in my dreams she took her bags but she left all her clothes she took her keys and left me out in the cold all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she beat me up and left me out in the pouring rain without no keys, without no reason to go back again she left me empty-handed, she left me empty-hearted not no money, not nothing but the blues all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her she said the one thing that she needs is happiness i don't believe that she's happy 'til she sees that i'm in distress no, all because of patience i get the pressures of life through lack of patience i get the pressures of her and i swoon |
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looking like a born again
living like a heretic listening to arthur lee records making all your friends feel so guilty about their cynicism and the rest of their generation not even the government are gonna stop you now but are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to be heartbroken? pumped up full of vitamins on account of all the seriousness you say you're so happy now you can hardly stand lean over on the bookcase if you really want to get straight read norman mailer or get a new tailor are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to bleed? what would it take what would it take to wipe that smile off of your face? are you ready to be, are you ready to bleed? are you ready to be heartbroken? are you ready to bleed? (heartbroken) well you better get ready now baby are you ready to bleed?, ready to bleed? |
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