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I went to the music store and said Yo! I don't know how to play piano! The shop-keeper said, you got that wrong, even a fool could play the knuckle song. Now chill my brotha, don't be pissed, just take your hand and make-a-fist. Put your index knuckle on the f-sharp key, and roll to the right melodiously. Then find c-sharp, and atap it twice, roll back to e-flat, and it sounds so nice. Word! Rappa! WestSIDE! And i'm out this be-atch!

2-13-3
One bright day in the middle of the night. Two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. Drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise and came and shot the two dead boys. If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind-man he saw it too.

2-23-3
The night is young and full of rest. I can't describe the way she's dressed. She'll pander to some strange request. Anything that you suggest. Anything to please her guest.

2-33-3
I am a simple goat. I live on the back of-a-pick-up-truck. The old man tied me here with a three foot rope. Am i happy? He don't give-a-fuck.

2-43-3
Great green globs of greasy grimy gofer guts. . .

2-53-3
Now partner, this old hat's better left alone. You see it used to be my daddy's, but last year he passed on. My nephew skinned the rattler that makes up this old hat band, but back in '69 he died in vietnam. The eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mine, but someone ran him down somewhere around that arizona line. And a real special lady gave me this hat brim... I don't know if i'll ever see her again. . . . . .now if your leather jacket means to you what this hat means to me, i guess we understand each other and we'll just let it be. But if you still think it's funny, man you got my back against the wall. . . and if you touch my hat you're gonna have to fight us all.

2-63-3
Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk to you again. Because a vision softly creeping, left its' seed while i was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains. Echoing the sound of silence.

2-73-3
Are these times contageous. I've never been this bored before. Is this the prize i've waited for. Now with the hours passing. There's nothing left here to mature. I long to find the messenger. Have i got a long way to run. Have i got a long way to run...

2-83-3
Your life has been so hard. Dried up angels can't keep guard. I'm trying to reach your hand, but i'm on fire and never meant fade, away. So just stop pretending, when they say you're nothing. I say, are you holding yourself, are you locked in your room, you shouldn't be. I'm drowning inside your head. Can you please help me to understand, why it's been so long since we've talked like friends. Oh, please forgive me, i'm just a man whose made, mistakes.

2-93-3
Sail with me across the sea so we can see what's going on, along the way we'll stack the bong. . . So bombs away and as they say it's to oblivian, and cheers to you as well it's through; sound siren. She's still crying it's over it's over. Sound siren, it's over, it's over. We'll have some fun play with a loaded gun. Try not to shoot and kill no one cuz i would feel like shit. But in the same reguard it's getting hard to deal with it, and i'm sick of it, and no place is too far.

2-103-3
And nothing else matters . . .

2-113-3
You're gonna end up hooked on smack, on your back, face the fact. You're gonna end up smoking crack and then your gonna die. You're gonna have to mow the lawn, do the dishes, make your bed. You're gonna have to go to school until your seventeen (it's gonna feel about twice as long as that too). You're gonna have to go to war, shoot a gun, kill a nun.

2-123-3
You know what i'm gonna do, i'm gonna get me a 1967 Cadallac El Ddorado Convertable--hot pink!, with whale-skin hubcaps, and all leather cow interior with big brown baby seal-eyes for headlights... yeah! And i'm gonna drive around in that baby, doing 115 miles per hour, getting 1 mile to the gallon, sucking down quarter-pound cheeseburgers from mcdonalds in the old non-biodegradeable styrophome containers... yeah! And when i'm done sucking down those greeseball burgers i'm going to the styrophone containers right out the side, and there ain't a goddamn thing anyone can do about it you know why? Because we got the bombs, thats why. Two words--Nuculear fucking weapons, OK? Russia, Czec, Romainia, they can have all the democracy they want. They can have a big democracy cakewalk right throught the middle of Tienamen square, and it won't make a lick of difference becaues we got the bombs, OK. John Waynes not dead, he's frozen. And when we find a cure for cancer we're gonna thaw out the duke, and he's going to be pretty pissed off, you know why? Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15000 times, that's how pissed off the dukes gonna be... i'm gonna get the duke, and john casavettis, and lee Marven, and sam peckenpaw, and case of whiskey, and drive down to Texas...

2-133-3
B-be boys and girls listen up. You can be anything in the world, in god with trust. A doctor, a architect, maybe an actress, but nothing comes easy, it takes much practice. Like, i met a girl who was becoming a star, she was very beautiful, leaving people in awe. Singing songs, lina horn, but the younger version hang with the wrong crowd. Sniffing up drugs all in her nose, could of died, so young, now looks ugly as hoes. When she reaches for hugs people hold their breath cuz she smells of corrosion and death.

2-143-3
I see a red door and i want it painted black. no colors anymore, i want them to turn black. i see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes. i have to turn my head until my darkness goes. I see a line of cars and they're all painted black. I see my red door and i want it to turn black. maybe then i'll fade away and not have to face the fact. it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.

2-153-3
Waiting til the war is over. And we're both a little older. The unknown soildier... breakfast where the news is read. television, children fed. of all the living, living dead. bullet strikes the helmets head.

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Riders on the storm... Riders on the storm... Into this house we're born... Into this world we're thrown. Like a dog without a bone, and actress out on lone... Riders on the storm... There's a killer on the road... His brain is skwirming like a toad... Take a long holiday... Let your children play... If you give this man a ride sweet family with die. Killer on the road...

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There's a shadow just behind me. Shrouding every breath i take. making every promise empty. pointing every finger on me. waiting like a stalking butler. who upon the finger rests. murder now the path called "must we". just before the sun has come. jesus blows his fucking whistle. something from the past is done. jesus won't you fucking whistle. something but the past and done. why can't we not be sober, i just want to start this over, and why can't we drink forever i just want to start things over. i am just a worthless liar. i am just an imbosile. i will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well. i will find a center in you. i will chew it up and leave. i will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down. trust me, trust me, trust me, trust me. Mother Mary won't you whisper, something but what's past and done.

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I woke up crying late at night. when i was very young. i had dreamed my father, had passed away and gone. my world revolved around him. i couldn't lie ther anymore. so i made my way, down the mirriorred hall, and tapped upon his door. and i said daddy, i'm so afraid, how could i go on, with you gone this way, don't want to cry anymore, so may i stay with you. and he said--that's my job. that's what i do. everything i do is because of you. to keep you safe with me. that's my job you see.

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i popped the clutch on that old red ford, you daddy would holler and run to the door, dust would fly as we flew down, that old gravel driveway. and looking back i just can't believe, he let her run with a boy like me. he said you better get her back by ten, or they'll be hell to pay--i can still feel her lips on mine. it's all so real but lost in time. ain't that just like a dream. running wild and running free. we were rebels chasing time against the wind. sometimes i long for just one night. for the way i felt back then. but ain't that just like a dream that always ends.

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oh my life, is chaning everyday, in every possible way. and oh my dreams, it's never quite as it seems, never quite as it seems. i know i've felt like this before, but now i'm feeling it even more, becasue it came from you. and then i open up and see, the person falling here is me. a different way to be. and now i tell you openly. you have my heart so don't hurt me. you're what i couldn't find. a totally amazing mind. so understanding and so kind. you're everything to me.

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Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken. And the violence causes silence, who are we mistaken. Can't you see, it's not me, it's not my, family, in your head, in your head, they are fighting. With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and thier guns, in your head, in your head, they are crying. In your head. In your head. Zombie. Zombie. Zombie. Another mother's breaking, heart is taking over. When the violence causes silence, we must be mistaken. It's the same old theme since 1916. In your head, in your head, their still fighting. With their tanks, in your head, they are dying.

2-213-3
Sitting in an armchair with my head between my hands. It wouldn't have to like this if you'd only understand. Too many misunderstandings causing such delay, and if it doesn't work like this, well i'll try another way. Oh, if this is the way you wanted it, i didn't understand. You know that all i wanted was to be there by your side, and if you didn't want it well you shouldn't have denied. You knew that you were someone special right from the start, but if you treat me badly we'd be better off apart.

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Affirmity may be justified, take from one, give to another. The goal is to be unified, take my hand, be my bother. The payment silenced the masses. Sanctified by opression, unity took a back seet sliding into agression. One. The only way is one. Society blind by color, why hold down one to raise another. Discrimination now on both sides, seeds of hate, blossom further. The world is heading for mutany, when all we want is unity. May we rise and fall, but in the end we'll meet our fate together. One. Oh, one. The only way is one.

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A friend in need's a friend in deed. A friend with weed is better. A friend with brests and all the rest, a friend whose dressed in leather. A friend in need's a friend in deed my japanese is better, and when she's pressed she will undress, and then she's boxing clever.

2-253-3
The clock strikes twelve and moon-drops burst, out at you from their hiding place. Like acid and oil on a madmens face, his reasons tend to fly away. Like lesser birds on the four winds, like silver scrapes in May. Now the sands become a crust, and most of you have gone away. Come susie dear lets take a walk. Just out there along the beach. I know you'll soon be married, and you want to know where winds come from. Well it's never said at all, on the map that Carrie reads. Behind the clock back there you'll know, at the four winds bar. Hey!(x12) Four doors at the four winds bar, two doors locked and windows barred. One door's let to take you in, the other one just mirrors it. Hey!(x12) In hellish glare and inference, the other one's a duplicate. The Queeny flux, eternal light, or the light that never warms. Yes the light that never, never warms. Hey!(x12) The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst, out at you from their hiding place Miss Carrie Nurse and Susie dear, find themselves at Four Winds Bar. It's the nexus of the crisis and the origin of storms. Just the place to hopelessly, encounter time and then came me. Hey!(x12) Call me Desdinova, eternal light! These gravely digs of mine, will surely prove a sight. And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent. Astronomy, a star.(x4)

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I can't remember anything. Can't tell if this is true or dream. Deep down inside i feel to scream. This terrible silence topples me! Now that the war is through with me. I'm waking up, i cannot see. That there is not much left of me. Nothing is real but pain now! Hold my breath as i wish for death. O please god wake me. Back in the womb it's much too real. In pumps life that i must steal. But can't look forward to reveal, look to the time when i lived! Fed through the tube that sticks in me. Just like a wartime novelty. tied to machines that make me be. cut this life off from me. hold my breath as i wish for death. o please god wake me. now the world is gone, i'm just one. o god help me! hold my breath as i wish for death. o please god help me! Darkness imprinsoning me, all i see, absolute horror! i cannot live, i cannot die, trapped in myself, fighting my own exit! landmines have taken my sight, taken my speach, taken my hearing, taken my arms, taken my legs, taken my soul, left me with life in hell!

2-273-3
Welcome to where time stands still. No one leaves and no one will. Moon is full never seems to change, just labeled mentally deranged. Dream the same dream every night. I see no freedom in my sight. No locked doors, no windows barred, nothing to make my brain seem scarred! Sleep my friend and you will see, your dream is my reality. They keep me locked up in this cage, can't they see it's why my brain screams rage! Sanitarium! Leave me be! sanitarium, just leave me alone. Sanitarium!

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Sucker love is heaven sent, you pucker up, your passion's spent. My hearts a tart, your body's rent, my body's broken yours is bent. Carve your name into my arm, instead of stressed i lie here charmed, cuz there's nothing else to do, every me and every you. Sucker love who's known to swing, prone to cling, and waste these things. Pucker-up for heavens sake there's never been so much at stake. I serve my head up on a plate it's only comfort calling late. Cuz there's nothing else to do. Every me and every you.

2-293-3
I woke in the morning, gotta thank god, i don't know but today seems kinda odd, no barking from the dog, no smog, and momma cooked the breakfast with no hog. I got my grub on, but didn't pig out, finally got the number of a girl i'm tryin' to dig out. Hooked it up for later as I hit the door, thinking with I live another twenty-four. I gotta go cuz i got me a drop top and if i hit the switch, i can make the ass..drop.

2-303-3
Well i got me old farm and i got me old fiddle, got the sun coming up, i got cakes on the griddle. life ain't nothing but a funny funny riddle, thank god i'm a country boy.

2-313-3
He was born in the summer, of his twenty-seventh year. Coming home from a place he's never been before. He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again, you might say he found a key to every door.

2-323-3
So you speak to me with sadness, the coming of the winter, the fear that is within you now, it seems to never end. And the dreams that have escaped you, and the hope that you've forgotton, and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend, and you wonder where you're going where's the rime, where's the reason, and as you cannot except, is it here we must begin to speak the wisdom of the children, and the graceful way of flowers in the wind. For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers, their laughter and their lovelyness could clear a cloudy day, like the music of the mountains, and the colors of the rainbow, their a promise for the future, and a blessing for today.

2-333-3
He was born in the bitterworth(?) valley, in the early morning rain. wild geese over the water, headed north and home again, feeling the warm wind from the south, feeling the first taste of the spring, his mother took him to her breast, softly she did sing. oh, montana give this child a home, give him a love of a good family and a women of his own, give him fire in his heart, give him a light in his eye, give him the wild wind for a brother, and the wild montana sky.

2-343-3
You swear you've had enough, you're ready to give up, on that little lie they call love, an out of the blue clear sky. Falling right into your hands, like rain on the desert sand, it's the last thing you had planned, and out of the blue clear sky.

2-353-3
Lipstick a letter across the mirror this morning, said goodbye baby, she left without one word. like a theif in the night, she ran away with my heart. i can't believe my eyes, must be a sad dream, you always said we had a good thing. you never once led on, we were falling apart. that ain't no way to go, girl that just ain't right. don't you think that i deserve to hear you say goodbye.

2-363-3
My old friend, lives up in the mountains. He flew up there to paint the world. he says even though interpretations what i count on, this little picture to me seems blurred. hard lines and the shadows come easy, i see it all just as clear as a bell. but i just can't seem to set my esyl to please me, i paint like heaven but i look like hell... your blue might be grey, your less might be more, you window to the world might be your own front door, your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night.... that's just about right.

2-373-3
I lost her tail on a Friday night, she was gone before i got home. she'd been getting restless in that big house all alone. now i've been up and down these city streets, for three nights in a row, and boy it's hard to find that girl, when she gets the urge to go. it's kinda like a lost in found in a border town, asking 'bout a diamond ring. they just look at you like you've lost your mind, and say they haven't seen a thing. but i know she's been here lately, i can still smell her purfume... and she gets crazy, on a full moon.

2-383-3
Midnight in montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road. i was on my way to mobile, for a big new years eve show. i stopped for just a minute to meet, a friend outside of town. put my color up, found his name, felt the wind die down. then a drunken man in a cowboy suit, took me by suprise, wearing cowboy boots, a nudi suit, haunting, haunted eyes. he said 'old friend it's good to see you, it's nice to know you care, then the wind picked up, and he was gone... was he ever really there?

2-393-3
twenty-five years and my life is still, trying to get up that great big hill of hope, for a destination. i realized quickly like i knew i should that the world was never this brotherhood of man. for whatever that means. so i cry sometimes when i'm lying in bed just to get it all out while it's in my head, and i, i am feeling, a little peculiar. so i wake in the morning and i step outside, and i take a deep breath, and i get real high, then i scream from the top of my lungs, what's going on!?

2-403-3
Way back in my memory, there's a scene that i recall. of a little run-down cabin in the woods. where my daddy never promised that out blue moon would turn gold. but he laid awake nights wishing that it would. when the world was on our radio hard work was on out minds. we lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashing. with old overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back, man it's hard to make-believe ain't nothing wrong. but momma kept the bible read, and daddy kept our family fed, and somewhere in between i must have grown. one day i was dreaming that a song that i was singing takes me down the road to where i wanna go. now i know, it's a long hard road. sometimes i remember when i stayed up late at night, when the sun up came, we got up and went.

2-413-3
On a warm summers evening, on a train bound from no-where, i met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep. so we took turns a'starin, out the window at the darkness, 'til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. he said son i've made a life, out of reading peoples faces, knowing what their cards were, by the way they held their eyes, and if you don't mind me saying, i can see your out of aces. for a taste of your whiskey, i can give you some advice, so i handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow, then he bummed a cigarette, and asked me for a light, then the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression, 'said if you're gonna play the game boy, you gotta learn to play it right. you got to know when to hold em, know when to show em, know when to walk away, know when to run. you never count your money, when your sitting at the table, they'll be time enought for counting, when the dealings done. every gambler knows, that secret to survival, is knowing what to throw away, and knowing what to keep. cuz every hands a winner, and every hands a loser, and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. and when he finished speaking, he turned back toward the window, crushed out his cigarette, and faded off to sleep. and somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke even, and in his final words i found and ace that i could keep.

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Everyone considered him, the coward of the county. He never stood one single time to prove the county wrong. his momma named him tommy, folks just called him yellow. something always told me, they were reading tommy wrong. he was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison. i looked after tommy, cuz he was my brothers son. i still recall the final words my brother said to tommy, 'son my life is over, but your's has just begun'. promise me son not to do the things i've done. walk away from trouble when you can. now it won't meen you're weak if you turn the other cheek. i hope your old enough to understand, son you don't have to fight to be a man.

2-433-3
Little boy, in a baseball cap, stands in the field, with his ball and bat. Says 'i am the greatest, player of the them all', put's his bat on his shoulder, and tosses up the ball. And the ball goes up and the ball comes down, swings the bat all the way around, the world's so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls, to the ground. Little boy, doesn't say a word, picks up his ball, he is undeterred. says i am the greatest, there has ever been, and he grits his teeth, and he tries it again. and the ball goes up and the ball comes down, swings his bat all the way around, the worlds so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls, to the ground. he makes no escuses, he shows no fear, he just closes his eyes, and listens to the cheer. Little boy, he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat, says 'i am the greatest, the game is on the line, and he gives his all, one last time. and the ball goes up like the moon so bright, swings his bat with all his might, the worlds as still as still can be, the baseball falls, and that's strike three. now it's suppertime, and his momma calls, little boys starts home, with his bat and ball, says i am the greatest that is a fact, but even i didn't know, i could pitch like that, says i am the greatest, that is understood, but even i didn't know, i could pitch that good.

2-443-3
There was a girl on a wagon train, headed west across the plains. The train got lost in a summer storm. They couldn't move west and they couldn't go on. Then she saw him riding through the rain. He took charge of the wagons and he saved the train. And she looked down and her heart was lost. The train went west but she stayed on, in Lonesome dove... A farmers daughter with a gentle hand. A blooming rose in a bed of sand. And she loved a man who wore a star. A texas ranger known near and far. So they got married and they had a child. The times were tough and the west was wild. So it was no suprise the day she learned... that her texas man would not return.. to lonesome dove.

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Yesterday she thanked me, for oiling that front door. this morning when she wakes she won't be thankful anymore. she'll never know how much i cared, just that i couldn't stay. and i'll never know the reason why i always run away.... burning bridges, one by one, what i'm doing, can't be undone. and i always hoping someday, i'm gonna stop this running round. but everytime the chance comes up, another bridge goes down... last night we talked of old times. families and hometowns. she wondered if we'd both agree on where we'd settle down. and i told her that we'd cross that bridge, whenever it arrived. now through the flames i see her standing on the other side... burning bridges, one by one. what i'm doing can't be undone. and i'm always hoping someday i'm gonna stop this running round. but every time the chance comes up another bridge goes down.

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Oh the girl at the bar, she bought me a beer, and she'd like to know if i'm knew around here. The gal that i danced with, says she's all alone, her friends have all left, and she needs a ride home. Oh, and there have been others, who gave me the eye, but if they only knew they were wasting their time. cuz there's only one lover, that i'd give me heart to, but you didn't want it, and you broke it in two; so tell me which one of them, will be you tonight. which on will hold me in your arms so tight. i've forgotton what's wrong. given up on what's right. which one of them will be you, to, night.

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I burned my hand, i cut my face. heaven knows how long it's been. since i felt, so out of place, wondering if i would fit in. debby and charlie, said they'd be here by nine, and deb said she might need a friend... just my luck, they're right on time, so here i go again. and i'm gonna smile my best smile, and i'm gonna laugh like's it going out of style, look into her eyes and pray, that she don't see... all this learning to live again, is killing me.... Little cafe, table for four, but there's just conversation for three. i like the way she let me get the door, and i wonder what she thinks of me. debby just whispered, 'you're doing fine', and i wish that i felt the same. she's asked me to dance, now her hands in mine, oh my god i've forgotten her name...

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His eyes are cold and restless, his wounds are almost healed, and she'd give half the things he owns just change the way he feels. she knows his loves a toss up, she knows he's gonna go, but it ain't no women flesh and blood, it's that damned old rodio.

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I went to work for her that summer. A teenage kid so far from home. She was a lonely widow women. Hoping to make it on her own. We were a thousand miles from nowhere. Wheat fields as far as eye could see. both needing something from each other. No knowing yet what that might be. Til she came to me one evening. A hot cup of coffee and a smile. In a dress that i was certain. she hadn't worn in quite awhile. there was a difference in her laughter. there was a softness in her eyes... on the air there was a hunger, even a boy could recognize.

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Hi calypso, the places you've been to. The things that you've told us, the stories you tell. Hi calypso, i sing to your spirit. The men who have served you so long and so well.

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Papa loved momma nearly all his life. you know it drove mama crazy being a truckers wife. the part she couldn't handle was a'bein alone, i guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone. papa called mama nearly every night, just to ask her how she was and if the kids were all right. mama would wait for the call to come in but when daddy'd hang up she was gone again.

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This old highways getting longer. Seems there ain't no end in sight. To sleep would be best, but i just can't afford to rest; i've gotta ride in denver tomorrow night. and the twilights getting longer, and the saddles getting cold, an' i'm much to young to feel this damn old. all my cards are on the table with no ace left in the hole, i'm much to young to feel this damn old... lord i'm much to young to feel this damn old.

2-533-3
Folks call me the maverick, guess i ain't too diplomatic, i've just never been the kind to go along. just avoiding confrontation, for the sake of confirmation, and i admit i tend to sing a different song.

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You know a dream is like a river, ever changing as it flows, and the dreamers just a vessel, who must follow where it goes. trying to learn from what's behind him, and never knowing what's in store, makes each day a constant battle, just to stay between the shores. and i will sale my vessel, till the river runs dry, like a bird upon the wing, these waters are my sky, i'll never reach my destination, if i never try, so i will sale my vessel, til the river runs dry. too many times we stand aside, and let the water slip away, from what we put off til tomorrow, does now become today, so don't you sit upon the shore line, and say you're satisfyed, choose to chance the rapids, and dare to dance the tides.

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She walks through the smokey's one hip at a time like a broken field runner slipping through the lines. He likes the way she looks so he calls his little wife, says's don't wait up for me i'll be working late tonight. wife hangs up the phone, bursts into tears, calls her sister up and cries, "get over here." Sister tells her boyfriend, 'be back in a while', the boyfriend wants a beer, the store is just a mile. he leaves the motor running, he'll only be a minute, his car drives away with teenagers in it. driver tells his buddies, 'got one life to live', they screem into the night, 'let's get it over with."

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Well, i went down to the grundy county auction. Where i saw something i just had to have. my mind told me i should proceed with caution, but my heart said go ahead let's bid on that. And i said 'hey little pretty won't you give me a sign, i'll give anything to make you mind oh mine, i'll do your reckin' and be at your beck and call.' Well, i ain't never seen anyone looking so fine, man i got to have her she's a one of a kind, i'm going once, going twice, i'm sold to the lady in the long black dress, well she won my heart it was no contenst, with her ruby red lips, blond hair, blue eyes, and i'm gonna have to bid my heart goodbye.

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So, so you think you can tell, heaven from hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rain? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade, you hereos for gold? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange, a walk on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage? How i wish, how i wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground, have we found, the same old fear, wish you were here.

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The lunatic is on the grass, the lunatic is on the grass. Remembering games, and daisy chains, and laughs. Got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatics are in the hall. The lunatics are my hall. The paper holds their folded faces on the floor. And everyday the paper boy brings more. And if the damn breaks open many years too soon. And if there is no room upon the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too. I'll see you on the darkside of the moon... The lunatic is in my head. The lunatic is in my head. You raise the blade, you make the change. You re'arrange me til i'm sane. You lock the door, and throw away the key. There's someone in my head, but it's not me. And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear. You shout, and no one seems to hear. And if the band you're in, starts playing different tunes. I'll see you on the darkside of the moon. I can't think of anything to say except... "I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"

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Us and them. And after all, we're only ordinary men. Me, and you. God only knows, it's not what we would choose to do. Forward he cried from the rear, and the front rank died. And the general sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side. Black, and blue, and who knows which is which, and who is who. Up, and down, but in the end it's only round and round. Haven't you heard, the battle of words, the poster bearer cried. Listen son, said the man with the gun, there's room for you on the inside. "I mean they're gonna kill ya, so if you give them a quick short, sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he got off lightly, 'cos i would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! It was only a difference of opinion, but really... I mean good manners don't cost nothing, do they eh?" Down and out. It can't be helped, but there's a lot of it about. With, without. And who'll deny, it's what the fighting's all about? Out of the way, it's a busy day, I've got things on my mind. For want of the price of tea, and a slice, the old man died.

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Woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove. Served some reheated sausbury steak, with a little slice of love. Got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of, just know everythings doing find down here in lunchlady land. Well, i wear this net on my head, cuz my red hair is falling out. I ware these brown orthapedic shoes, cuz i got a bad case of degout. i know you want seconds on the corndogs, but there's no reason to shout. everybody gets enough food down here in lunchlady land. well yesterdays meatloaf is todays sloppy joes, and my breath reeks of tuna, and there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose. in luchlady land your dreams come true. clouds made of carrots and peas, mountains made of shepards pie, and rivers made of macorroni and cheese. no student can escape the magic of lunchlady land. dreampt one morning that i woke up to see, all the peperoni pizza was looking at me, they said why do you burn me and serve up cold, i said i got he spatula, just do what your told...

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This song is intended as a warning to all the bad people of the world. you know who you are. one. hello mr leaf blower man, keep it down for goodness sake. it's 530. it's way too early in the morning, can't you please use your wooded rake. you choose to ignore i even tho me hung over, that's not being nice. so tonite your head will be covered in lice. voodoo spell on you. voodoo, voodoo, you should have given i better respect, less trouble, too late for sorry so cut off your hair. hey there old-old women, shopping for food at the store, why'd you run your cart into i, and knock me eggs on the floor, then took the last good cantelope, and laughed so loud with glee, but you won't be laughing cuz from now on it will burn when you pee. you couldnt have made i any madder, that's why he put a curse on your bladder. hey mr big shot in the mercedes you should have let me merge. hey there mr state trooper, me was only going 58, please don't you write up that ticket, it'll ruin me insurance rate, you say you have a quota, so strait to hell with i. me have only once response, budalee-budali, you cost me 80 dollars cash, me hope you like your new skin rash. to the tv repair man who didn't show up, any time from 11-5 my ass. to that chick who gave i a fake phone number. come on sweetheart don't tease I all night long and then pull that old trick, he's no dummy. oh, and mr irs man, me made a doll that looks just like you, so lighten up with the audit threats or i'll burn it's fucking toes off ok.

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Where's my peggy sue, i could use a rosaleta, if there's long lost sally out there, i'm dying to meet her. why can't i hear beth calling me, why can't i be the one to sara smile, i wish i was arm-n-arm with jean jeany walking down the isle. oh yeah, alright. but i got no mary jane, there's no sloopy or dancing queen, i'm just a fool in the rain waiting on my velvet train. i want an angie, a mandy, a candy or, a devil in my dresser drawer, a rosanna, dianna, sweet caroline, i'd even take a runaround sue. oh yeah, alright. well i never got scream for layla, i never saw marianne walking away, i never danced on the sand with a rio, or woke up with a maggie may. i dialed 8675309 but there was no jenny jenny. why can't i get myself a brown-eyed girl when willy nelson loves so many. and why does jack have dian, and why does billy joe have bobby sue, and everybody had roxanne, except you know who. i want an angie, a mandy, a candy or, a devil in a dresser drawer. a rosanna, dianna, a sweet caroline... i'd even take a runaround sue. well i'd take any old susie q i got no reason to be picky. she culd be a goodie goodie two shoes, she could be my darlin micky. o, brenny would be such a fine girl, and so would the sweet judy blow. i guess i sound just like i know the fellah, cuz you know i wish that i had jessie's girl too. well i'd die for a kiss from alyson, even tho i know she'd break my heart. or give me a lo-lo-lo-lola, minus the extra part...

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Color me any color. Speak to me in tounges and share. tell me how you'd love to hate me. Tell me how you'd love to care. Well i just want to, shake us up. Well i just want, want to watch you, shake us up. Aha, aha, aha, well let's mingle, aha, aha, aha, and make it well. aha, aha, aha, come together now, aha, aha, aha, yeah let's gel. Clothe me any fashion. glitter to so mundane. tell me how you'd love to change me. tell me i can stay the same... i just want, to shake us up. well i just want, want to watch you, shake us up! Well lets mingle. aha, aha, aha, and make it well. aha, aha, aha, come together now. aha, aha, aha, yeah let's gel! Well let's bungle, aha, aha, aha, and live to tell. aha, aha, aha, how we came together! yeah how we've gelled!

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Understand the things i say, don't turn away from me. cuz i've spent half my life out there. you woulnd't disagree. you see me, you see, do you like me standing there. did you notice, did you know, did you see me, you see me, does anyone care. unhappyness was when i was young and we didn't give a damn.

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This is the end. Beautiful friend. This is the end. My only friend, the end. Of our elaborate plans. The end. Of everything that stands. The end. No safety or suprise. The end. I'll never look into your eyes. Again.

Can you picture, what we'll be. So limitless and free. Desperately in need, for some, strangers hand. In a, desperate land.

Lost in a romance. Wilderness of pain. And all the children, are insane. All the children, are insane. Waiting for the summer rain, yeah.

There danger on the edge of town. Ride the kings highway, baby. Weird scenes inside the gold mine. Ride the highway west, baby. Ride the snake. Ride the snake. To the lake. The ancient lake baby. The snake he's long. Seven miles. Ride the snake. He's old, and his skin is cold.

The west is the best. The west is the best. Get here, and we'll do the rest.

The blue bus, is calling us. The blue bus, is calling us. Driver where you taking us.............

The killer awoke before dawn. He put his boots on. He took a face, from the ancient gallery, and he, walked on down the hall. And he went into the room where his sister lived, and then he, paid a visit to his brother, and then he, he walked on down the hall. And he came to a door, and he looked inside. "father", "yes son", "i want to kill you." "Mother! I want to fuck you!"

Come on baby take a chance with us.
come on baby take a chance with us.
Come on baby take a chance with us and meet me at the back of the blue bus, do the, blue rod on the blue bus, do the, blue bus.... Come on babe!

This is the end.
The end of laughter and soft light.
The end of things we try to hide.
This is the, end.