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| 2:54 | 
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Sunday morning, brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all [Solo] Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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| 2. |
| 4:45 |
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I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody-body's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Aw then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man (Walk me home) (Ah, that's all right) |
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| 2:36 |
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Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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| 4. |
| 5:10 |
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Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn the imperious Severin, severin awaits you there I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart Severin, severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now bleed for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girlchild in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him Strike dear mistress, and cure his heart |
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| 5. |
| 4:22 |
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Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
"I sold my soul, must be saved Gonna take a walk down to Union Square You never know who you're gonna find there" You gotta run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Marguerita Passion had to get her fix She wasn't well, she was getting sick Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high Didn't know, thinks she could buy it And she would run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Seasick Sarah had a golden nose Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes When she turned blue, all the angels screamed They didn't know they couldn't make the scene She had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do Beardless Harry, what a waste Couldn't even get a small-town taste Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven Figured he was good to get himself to heaven Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two Run, run, run, run, run Gypsy Death and you Tell you whatcha do |
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| 5:59 |
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go, and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks - a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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| 7. |
| 7:12 |
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I don't know just where I'm going,
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can, 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein, And I'll tell 'ya, things aren't quite the same, When I'm rushin' on my run, And I feel just like Jesus' son, And I guess that I just don't know, And I guess that I just don't know. I have made the big decision: I'm gonna try to nullify my life. 'Cause when the blood begins to flow, When it shoots up the dropper's neck, When I'm closing in on death, And you can't help me now, you guys, And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk, You can all go take a walk. And I guess that I just don't know, And I guess that I just don't know. I wish that I was born a thousand years ago... I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas, On a great big clipper ship, Going from this land here to that, In a sailor's suit and cap, Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town, And of himself, and those around. Oh, and I guess that I just don't know. Oh, and I guess that I just don't know. Heroin, be the death of me. Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life, Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head, And then I'm better off than dead, Because when the smack begins to flow, I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town, And all the politicians makin' busy sounds, And everybody puttin' everybody else down, And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds, 'Cause when the smack begins to flow, Then I really don't care anymore. Ah, when the heroin is in my blood, And that blood is in my head, Then thank God that I'm as good as dead, Then thank your God that I'm not aware, And thank God that I just don't care, And I guess I just don't know, And I guess I just don't know. |
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| 9. |
| 2:12 |
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I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror |
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| 10. |
| 3:12 |
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| 11. |
| 7:54 |
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You killed your European son
You spit on those under twenty-one But now your blue car's gone You better say so long Hey hey, bye bye bye You made your wallpapers green You want to make love to the scene Your European son is gone You'd better say so long Your clouds drifting goodbye |
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| 2:50 |
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And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go, and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks - a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties |
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| 2:18 |
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I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you're home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don't know The beauty that you are But if you don't let me be your eyes A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you're twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands 'Cause I see you I'll be your mirror |
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| 2:57 |
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Sunday morning, brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning, Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning and I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning, Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all [Solo] Watch out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning |
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| 2:38 |
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Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks You're put down in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale) The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale) She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale) See the way she walks Hear the way she talks |
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| 4:24 |
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Don't call me home, little sister
Before the night is done My love and I are fleeing Running into the sun. Turn to fly, go away Little bird, please don't stay Fare thee well. Take up all your jewels and gold, Bury them away in the earth. Let your memory reduce them to dust But don't forget the knife that was thrust. Turn to fly, go away Little bird, please don't stay Fare thee well. Frozen kiss by the fountain Running into the sea Where shadows choose their horrors Designed for music. Turn to fly, go away, Little bird, please don't stay, Fare thee well. |
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| 3:17 |
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The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age
Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings. The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin Is diseased with familiar caresses. Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay Among all the triumphs and jaded awards The angry and blazing circus of sun Blasphemes as the crown prince arises. You cannot beget all the sins that you owe To the people of paradise magic Pretend to answer passion and form With foreign rationalizations. Primroses are the jewels that lurk Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear To advance and demand to be recognized. The river shall flow through hollow green faces Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues. Both reluctant princess asleep before birth The classical sensitive failures. The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart Lying there and wait with your angels Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk The avaricious young lovers. |
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| 8:02 |
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It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again To know what there was to see When all the Sunday people Were so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better the next day La la la la la la la La la la la la la la. It was a pleasure then When we could sit and stare again Until the stars fell through The cloudy trees onto the grass Stars to smile with us Until they too had tears in their eyes You tell us this one tale Of how much we must not agree. It was a pleasure then To see the dying days again In horror of the nights Never never never Never be too bright We've got no secret Heart to hide somewhere at last As long as we could see The sky confess this crime Of bitter tasting hatefulness Above our shattered minds. It was a pleasure It was a pleasure La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la. |
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| 19. |
| 7:24 |
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Here's Room 506
It's enough to make you sick Bridget's all wrapped up in foil You wonder if she can uncoil. Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Here's Room 115 Filled with S & M queens Magic marker row You wonder just high they go. Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Here's Pope dear Ondine Rona's treated him so mean She wants another scene She wants to be a human being. Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Pepper she's having fun She thinks she's some man's son Her perfect love's don't last Her future died in someone's past. Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Dear Ingrid's found her lick She's turned another trick Her treats and times revolve She's got problems to be solved Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Poor Mary, she's uptight She can't turn out her light She rolled Susan in a ball And now she can't see her at all Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Dropout, she's in a fix, Amphetamine has made her sick White powder in the air She's got no bones and can't be scared Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Here comes Johnny Bore, He collapsed on the floor They shot him up with milk And when he died sold him for silk Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls Here they come now See them run now Here they come now Chelsea Girls |
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| 5:07 |
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Wrap your troubles in dreams
Send them all away Put them in a bottle and Across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortunes Speak not of your woes Just steal yourself a holiday Crouching by the door Ride and sway to music's pain Searing with the sides Caress it with a lover's touch For it shall be your bride Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Slash the golden whip, it slaps Across the lover's sides The earth trembles without remorse Preparing for to die Salty ocean waves and sprays Come crashing to the shore Bullies kick and kill young loves Down on barroom floors Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay Violence echoes through the land In heart of every man The knife stabs existent wounds Pulse runs through matted hair The gleaming knife cuts early Through the midnight air Cutting entrails in its path Blood runs without care Excrement filters through the brain Hatred bends the spine Filth covers the body pores To be cleansed by dying time Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle And across the seas they'll stay |
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