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| 5:13 | 
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Instead of feeling bad
Be glad you got somewhere to go Instead of feeling sad Be happy you're not all alone Instead of feeling low Get high on everything you love Instead of wastin' time Feel good 'bout what you are dreaming of Instead of trying to win something you never understood Just play the game you know eventually you will you both look good It's silly to pretend to have something you don't own Just let her be a woman and you'll be her man Instead of feelin' broke Buck up and get yourself in the black Instead of losing hope Touch up the things that feel out of whack Instead of being old Be young because you know you are Instead of feeling cold Let sunshine into your heart Instead of acting crazy chasing things that make you mad Keep your heart ahead, it'll lead you back to what you have With every step you are closer to the place you need to be It's up to you to let her love sweetly Instead of acting crazy chasing things that make you mad Just keep your heart ahead, it'll lead you back to what you have With every step you are closer to the place you need to be But It's up to you to let her love sweetly Instead of feeling bad Be glad you got someone to love Instead of feeling sad Be happy there's a god above Instead of feeling 'lone Remember you are never on your own Instead of feeling sad Be happy that she's there at home She's waitin' for you by the phone So be glad she all your own Instead of feeling bad Get happy... Waitin' for you by the telephone... Don't get... Back home,,, |
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| 2. |
| 3:27 |
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I remember what my daddy taught me
'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave me something after all Old Hamlet's done now, dead and gone And there's no ghost who walks Poor ? tells you everything he knows With no tongue to talk It seems the truth is hidden where the sun don't shine And I'm never certain if it's their's or mine It's just the bare bones They give you that much after all They preached the gospel down in ? They preached it in school It never made much sense to me Wonder if it was supposed to You go on down a millionaires road Watch a while, tell me what do you see The truth itself, nothing but a gamble It might or might not set you free I guess, my old man was hard to read And I don't really know what I believed But in these bare bones There's something lovely after all |
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| 3. |
| 4:37 |
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My heart is like a hand me down
Made soft by older brothers My body is like my father's house The sin of generations Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough You shook the ground beneath my feet My hopes turned into water The house came crashing down on me In the early morning hours Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough Now the lines are drawn and we sleep in rags at dust where all good will is gone and the dreams we had went bust Damn the circumstances Life is hard enough Damn the bones that rattle Faith is good enough |
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| 4. |
| 5:21 |
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Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone
Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone he can make a woman cry But he saw through me deaf dumb and blind He knew his way down this river of tears "Dashed hopes and best intentions" people say He could sit and drink the way a monk could pray So grab that silver flask, pour yourself another glass and Watch me rage down this river of tears Turn out the stars now, darken every one Watch the clouds over that big yellow moon Close the blinds, mute the sun There's nowhere left to run Picked up that old decanter that he used to drink from Turned on his stereo just to hear it hum Daddy I'm gonna wrap myself in blankets and listen to you sing And I'm gonna float down this river of tears |
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| 5. |
| 5:05 |
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You can’t do me, you can’t do me, you can’t do me the way you did before ?
You can’t do me, you can’t do me, you can’t do me the way you did before ? ’Cause when you do, and when you do, ’cause when you do, you know I get so blue! When you do, and when you do, ’cause when you do, you know I get so blue and I go Down like a deep sea diver, out like a Coltrane tenor-man, Lost like a Chinese war baby ? gone, gone, gone! Blewed like a Mississippi sharecropper, screwed like a high-school cheerleader, Tattooed like a popeyed sailorman ? gone, gone, gone! I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. And for a while, for just a while, for a good long while you’d see me smile, smile, smile I’d crawl the seas on my bony knees, no apologies for my brave new style. I wouldn’t go Bust like an internet millionaire, boom like a Lebanese belly-dancer, Bang like a new year’s firecracker ? gone, gone, gone! I wouldn’t get Bent like a rattan rockin’ chair, blanked like a last place also ran, Burned like an Arkansas griddlecake ? gone, gone, gone! I should have been, I should have been, I should have been a pair of ragged claws. And if I was, if I was, if I was then I’d complain no more. And for a while, for just a while, for a good long while you’d see me smile, smile, smile. I’d crawl the seas, on my bony knees, no apologies for my brave new style. I wouldn’t get ? Wrecked like a rebel on a racetrack, jacked like a ’51 Cadillac, Macked like a bunny in a mansion ? gone, gone, gone! Spitooned like an Alabama ’backy wad, harpooned in a Melville sailor yard, Cartooned like a Charlie Brown Christmas card ? gone, gone, gone! Schooled like a milk money bully whip, sued like a teenage downloader, Unglued like a bull in a china shop ? gone, gone, gone! Cranked like a speed freak high-roller, yanked like a little league ball swatter, Spanked like a fly on a bar counter ? gone, gone, gone! Duked like a pistol whipped card swapper, rebuked like a Bible Belt border crosser Juked like a payola chart topper ? gone, gone, gone |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu
They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you My hands are warm beneath them, and easy on the wheel Without your love and treachery the calm is all I feel I shiver in the mirror, pull my belt across my hips The leather's hard in bending as your fingers to my lips I wrap it tightly in defense as if your arms were near But for your love and treachery there's nothing left to fear I'll take a glass of wine and recall the words you spoke From the bottom of your cup, covered in spit and smoke But in your voice I'll hear my own and recognize the crime That all your love and treachery has ended up as mine I see you in the rear view with just a passing glance How your eyes shine, as if through mine, you'd see and understand As if we'd played each other but never knew the score And all was love and treachery but isn't anymore That all was love and treachery but isn't anymore |
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| 7. |
| 5:28 |
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Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair,
Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an empty altar that can make me whole. Can I take you somewhere, can I wipe your tears, Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here? You're the final offer for the men who call, My highest hiding place - Our lady of Pigalle. Will you be. ascending in this midnight heat On a flying buttress with stony feet? In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle. You're a young nobody, I'm a passing glance In the mad injustice of eternal romance; Beloved, broken into and caressed, You will bridge the waters and I'll give you rest. In the early hours when the streetlights fade, For my inquisition and my last crusade, You'll be savior, a reason for it all And I'll be blessed and favored - Our Lady of Pigalle. Will you be ascending in this midnight On a flying buttress with stony feet? In the revolutions we tear down your Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle |
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| 3:59 |
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I sit here content my thoughts and my feelings
Remembering who I used to be The life I have now is much more appealing No hurries no worries for me A bench by the shore a coat for my pillow A future with no guarantee The world was a rat race and I had my fill oh No hurries no worries for me Homeless Happiness My castle's the stars and the sea Homeless Happiness If this door is freedom then I've found the key The house and the car, those people around us Were really for you not for me We worked for the dream, alas all that bound us Were hurries and worries you see Homeless Happiness My castle's the stars and the sea Homeless Happiness If this door is freedom then I've found the key I'm keeping my word I'm right where we parted My story is simple enough Since I left behind all the plans that we charted No hurries no worries my love |
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| 9. |
| 3:59 |
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A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed,
A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood, Now I long to lose my senses to love you all over again. The shouted words, the tired sighs, the traded kiss of sad goodbyes, The living off of our desires, then putting out a thousand fires To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood, Now I'd tear down my defenses to love you all over again. To know a place without regret, you make believe you paid your debt But in that clean and quiet room you can't believe it's over yet. Out on a lark, at home asleep, the endings play, the bands retreat But in that dumb luck of the few, the consolation comes to you To feel so bad, to feel so good, the verdict's in - it's understood I will be tried for my offenses and love you all over again. |
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| 4:45 |
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Lose your keys under the house
Lose the button from your blouse Lose the plastic diamond ring from the parade- Lose the color in your lips Lose the swingin' in your hips But if you lose me in your grips I must be saved- Lose the harmonies we learned Lose the taste of bread you earned Lose the stash you always kept but never craved- Lose your rhythm, lose your lines, Lose your sense of passing time, But if you lose me in your mind I must be saved- And if you find your conscience plagued By some misplaced or righteous rage Then lose yourself instead- Till you remember to forget Lose your passion and your hope Lose the knotting in your rope Lose your armor in the struggles that you brave- Lose the children that you bore Lose the battle, lose the war But if you lose me in your core I must be saved- Lose your reverence for winners Your patience with forgiveness You don't have to be a master or a slave- Lose your senses, lose your mind Lose your faith in human kind, But if you lose me down the line I must be saved- And if you find your conscience plagued By some misplaced or righteous rage Then lose yourself instead- Till you remember to forget Lose perfection for a start Lose the dream you kept apart Lose the chance to find another who'd behave And then if you haven't yet Lose your loser's last regret For if you lose me in your net I must be saved- Lose the vows we never spoke Lose the punch-line to the joke Lose your innocence as if willingly you gave- Lose the kettle and the pot You can lose the best you've got But if you lose me in your heart I must be saved- |
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| 3:45 |
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Wide awake
Breath taken I'm shaken by my sight Couldn't sleep Couldn't keep Quiet secrets on the wind I hear There's somethin' grand coming Cool lumming Through my empty city On a night breeze so free lovers must collide And the morning sun must rise All is forgiven Cool your heads Highway men Come what name in Who run and fight Here's your drink Time to think Soon you'll wandering away your fears There's somethin' grand coming Cool strumming Through my empty city 'Til the morning breaks and the weary eyes are clear Let the dreams of sleep take troubles far away from me There's somethin' grand coming Cool strumming Through my empty city 'Til the new day breaks and weary eyes are clear Dream of sleep take troubles far away from me All is forgiven |
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| 12. |
| 5:27 |
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Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair,
Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an empty altar that can make me whole. Can I take you somewhere, can I wipe your tears, Can I fill your pockets or befriend you here? You're the final offer for the men who call, My highest hiding place - Our lady of Pigalle. Will you be. ascending in this midnight heat On a flying buttress with stony feet? In the revolutions we tear down your walls and then Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle. You're a young nobody, I'm a passing glance In the mad injustice of eternal romance; Beloved, broken into and caressed, You will bridge the waters and I'll give you rest. In the early hours when the streetlights fade, For my inquisition and my last crusade, You'll be savior, a reason for it all And I'll be blessed and favored - Our Lady of Pigalle. Will you be ascending in this midnight On a flying buttress with stony feet? In the revolutions we tear down your Redeem you, reclaim you - Our Lady of Pigalle |
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