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| 1. |
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I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine,
He said he's waited his whole damn life for this, I knew him well when he was seventeen, Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas. And, so... Everybody's going to war, But we don't know what we're fighting for, Don't tell me it's a worthy cause, No cause could be so worthy. If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober, If hope is a song I guess it's all over, How to have faith, when faith is a crime? I don't want to die... If God's on our side, then God is a joker, Asleep on the job, his children fall over, Running out through the door and straight to the sky, I don't want to die... For every man who wants to rule the world, There'll be a man who just wants to be free, What do we learn but what should not be learnt? Too late to find a cure for this disease. so... Everybody's going to war, But we don't know what we're fighting for, Don't tell me it's a worthy cause, No cause could be so worthy. If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober, If hope is a song, I guess it's all over, How to have faith, when faith is a crime? I don't want to die... If God's on our side, then God is a joker, Asleep on the job, his children fall over, Running out through the door, and straight to the sky, I don't want to die... I-I-I-I I-I-I-I don't want to die, I-I don't want to die... so... Everybody's going to war, But we don't know what we're fighting for, Don't tell me it's a worthy cause, No cause could be so worthy. If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober, If hope is a song, I guess it's all over, How to have faith, when faith is a crime? I don't want to die... If God's on our side, then God is a joker, Asleep on the job, his children fall over, Running out through the door, and straight to the sky, I don't want to die... I-I-I-I I-I-I-I don't want to die, I-I don't want to die... I've got a friend, he's a pure-bred killing machine, I think he might be dead by Christmas... |
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| 2. |
| 4:27 |
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I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat: It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet. In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian goodbyes Jewels of litter come to greet me, and it stings my eyes. Oh it burns like a fire and it pulls me through- We are parted by desire for the strange and new. I've got a quarter in my pocket, I'm advancing to the booth, I am picking up and praying that I talk to you. And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street, Would you like to come and meet me? Now that I am halfway home Man, I never felt so lonely- I long for you to hold me now I'm home. Somedays, there was comfort as a stranger far from home Sometimes, a hunger and a longing not to be alone. Imagining emotion in each man that I would meet- But it was physics, and subtraction, to an ancient beat. Oh, it burned like a fire and I wore it so... We are tied up in desire and we won't let go. Well, I've no quarter in my pocket of no apple left to eat; I am running, I am running and I can't feel my feet. And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street, Would you like to come and meet me? Now that I'm halfway home Man, I never felt so lonely- I long for you to hold me now I'm home Now I'm home, home is where I wanna be, Now I'm home, home is where I'm gonna be. Past the church and past the steeple, Past the sad and lonely people, Past the old school on the avenue, I am running, I am running... And now, I'm halfway home, I'm at the corner of our street, Would you like to come and meet me Now that I'm halfway home Man, I never felt so lonely- I long for you to hold me now I'm home. |
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| 3. |
| 4:43 |
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Years ago, you said to me, "I think I'm losing the fight, Or the fight's losing me, I'm not certain," And here we are-the closing scenes, And all the house lights come up, Oh, the falling of our final curtain... I've played a role for so long that I've forgotten myself, But I said I'd be there and I'm keeping my word, You've played yourself so well, And now I want to be you, A great imitation of losing my nerve. Oh, it's over, And everything is wrong, everything has gone, And I know that everything means nothing, Oh, it's over, But I don't want to fight, I don't want to be right, I know that everything means nothing, On the road to Damascus they fell. I saw the light-I saw the light! But hey, it never saw me, Oh, conversion has just left me heathen, And we could wait a thousand years, Perhaps a million or more, If it's worth waiting for, but I'm leaving, So on to a mecca of earthly delights, Depression is only desire deprived, Once more unto the breach and fuck my getting it right, We've died for so long, let's just get out alive. 'Cause it's over, And everything is wrong, everything has gone, And I know that everything means nothing, Oh, it's over, But I don't want to fight, I don't want to be right, I know that everything means nothing, On the road to Damascus they fell, Well I've been to Damascuc. It's hell, hell is where I'm gonna be, The devil my intimate friend, And hell is other people's hearts, And knowing that everything must end. Oh, it's over... And everything is wrong, everything has gone, And I know that everything means nothing, Oh, it's over, But I don't want to fight, I don't want to be right, I know that everything means nothing, On the road to Damascus they fell, Well, I've been to Damascus as well. |
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| 4. |
| 4:29 |
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In the back of a car on a road in the dark
In the stillicide, silently falling snow I have packed everything that I own in a bag And I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho A poem for leaving, a reason to go So I'm driving, I'm driving to Idaho Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free I don't want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet, My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Idaho, Cause I hear it's mighty pretty.. And oh, l've been dumb, l've been perfectly beautiful, Lain on my back buying lovers with stealyh, But I'm sick of you all, and I'm sick of opinions, And I'm sick of this war I wage on myself and I don't know why I'm so gripped to go there A universe riddle that only I know? Mr. Robert he says, "It's all in the head!" Tell me, Phaedrus, what's good, is it Idaho? Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free I don't want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet, My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Idaho, Cause I hear it's mighty pretty.. Cause I hear it's mighty pretty.. Cause I can't be anyone but me, anyone but me And I can't keep dreaming that I'm free, dreaming that I'm free I don't want to fall asleep and watch my life from fifty feet, My hands are on the wheel so I'm driving to Idaho, Cause I hear it's mighty pretty.. In Idaho. |
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| 5. |
| 4:10 |
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Oh, this road is long, this road is wide, It takes more than luck to last the ride, It takes strength and it takes courage to survive, And did someone ever say to you, "There's nothing bound in thought you cannot do?" Well, I've seen some things but not all of them came true. So I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first, Don't want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow, And I don't want to be afraid, don't want to look away, I'm learning to breathe, No I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first, I just need a hope and a light to follow, Like sailors look to stars to find their way home, I'm learning to breathe on my own. And I know a man who lost his wife, This is the way he chooses to describe his life, He says, "If I think too much, I find there's just a hole," But before she went, she left a son, He says, "Dad, you're not the only one, Maybe love is just a requiem for the soul..." So I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first, Don't want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow, And I don't want to be afraid, don't want to look away, I'm learning to breathe, No I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first, I just need a hope and a light to follow, Like sailors look to stars to find their way home, I'm learning to breathe on my own. Oh, do you still feel small? Just a speck of life on an ocean wave, Does it pull us all? Does it pull us all? So I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first, Don't want to be alone with my thoughts tomorrow, And I don't want to be afraid, don't want to look away, I'm learning to breathe, No I don't want to be the last, I don't want to be the first, I just need a hope and a light to follow, Like sailors look to stars to find their way home, I'm learning to breathe on my own. |
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| 6. |
| 4:22 |
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Good days, bad days, I've had a few of those, Same old story-I know how this song goes, At least I did, but now I'm not so sure, Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore, Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that? Happy knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be? But truth has been obscured, I am only human and I'm always wanting more. And the world is a place and they say it's on our side, But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die? Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me, Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed, Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess. Oh, those good days I remember well, Tape on windows, wintertime was hell, But it was fun, and people there were kind, There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time. And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived, I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give, Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano, Oh, every love song a secret to be shared, Hey, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there. Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf, Reasons to be cheerful for myself, I don't know why you're showing me the sky, You say you see heaven, I see hell, but want to try. And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side, But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died, I don't know what's become of a girl who once knew sunshine, What's become of a girl who knew sorrow but was strong? Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along, Mr. King you were right, Oh, Mr. King, you were right-I was wrong. |
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| 7. |
| 4:01 |
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In the race to get out of this place,
I am checking my face in the back of a spoon, You're accusing, you say I'm not here, but I'm here, yes I'm here, I'm not on the moon, I'm leaving so soon, But don't presume to know shit about me, 'Cause I don't know myself from one day to the next, And I don't pose perplexities purposely, 'Cause it isn't a game, it isn't a test. And now hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, For we're geeks, but we know this is love. Nine am to the beat of a drum, As we drive through the canyon, I'm feeling the hum of the engine, My head and my heart are a-swim, will your cat be ok? Your wife was she in? Your wife, is she in??? 'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you, When you won't really tell me until I beg you to, But I know that perplexity's a wonderful thing, It's a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings... And now hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, For we're geeks, but we know this is love, this is love. Geeks, but we know this is love. I like that we argue, But not everyday, Your scent in a room, And the way that you say 'color' not 'colour'. What colour today? It's grey, grey, it's grey. Oh hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, For we're geeks, but we know this is love, this is love. Hey, you, could you give it a rest? Just take me home, c'mon and get me undressed, Put on a fire and make it enough, For we're geeks, but we know this is love, this is love, yeah. Geeks, but we know this is love. |
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| 8. |
| 3:40 |
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5 o'clock and a fire escape symphony
Spilling out across the road and the square. And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me? Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves reach you, there? After the rain, in the lonely hours he haunts me, calling out. Again, and again. Sophia, sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning It's a fire, a fire I cannot put out. Sophia, sophia, I'm learning that some things I can't go without and one of them is him now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town. Learn the language, form the words when I speak But he changed me, I'm his ghost since he came around now I count the hours and the days and the weeks. Passion and silence. Every word. Every line. A Measure. It's the science of the soul. And his books, they breathe a reason and now I, I wanna know... Sophia, sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning It's a fire, a fire I cannot put out. Sophia, sophia, I'm learning that some things I can't go without and one of them is him, and you, with your new born eyes, have you ever loved a man like I love him? Do you hurt but still feel alive, like never before? Oh, sophia. Sophia. Sophia, sophia, I'm burning, I'm burning It's a fire, a fire I cannot put out. Sophia, sophia, I'm learning that some things I can't go without. I can't go without him. |
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| 9. |
| 4:17 |
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Hey was there something that you wanted to say?
I don't know what to do when you look that way, Cigarettes and tequila at 6, And the sun going down on our life as it is, In the blue light oh, your face, it looks...so...pale, In the blue light, I can tell what you're going to say. But all good people have a sense of themselves, They never worry, they know what tomorrow will bring, And all good people know the world is ok, Why should we worry, when we can do anything? I heard that story, how you never went back, What your mouth will not say, your eyes do for you... A paper flower, and her pill in your drawer, And her ghost at the bar drinks tequila too, In the blue light, could we put this one to bed? In the blue light, will you think of me instead? 'Cause all good people have a sense of themselves, They never worry, they know what tomorrow will bring, And all good people know the world is ok, Why should we worry, when we can do anything? In the blue light, could we put this one to bed? In the blue light, will you think of me instead? 'Cause all good people have a sense of themselves, They never worry, they know what tomorrow will bring, And all good people know the world is ok, Why should we worry, when we can do anything? All good people, all good people know good people. |
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| 3:25 |
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In a little while, People and places will be so far behind, Out of my body, In a little while, I will play aces, And raise my glass in an act of defiance. Until then, I'll scream until I'm hollow, I'll carve it in my skin, save it for tomorrow. I'm gonna bang my drum, I'm gonna make it come yeah, I'm gonna bring it on, It's a heart attack a heart attack, I'm bringing it bringing it back i'm bringing it back to me. In a little while, It will be perfect, I'll have a perfect style, Soon you will see, Not a cloud in sight, No cumulus nimbus, Just ninety-three percent degrees humidity. But until then, I'll scream until I'm hollow, I'll carve it in my skin, save it for tomorrow. I'm gonna bang my drum, I'm gonna make it come yeah, I'm gonna bring it on, It's a heart attack a heart attack, I'm bringing it bringing it back i'm bringing it back. I'm Gonna Bring it On, In Just a little while I'll make the good things come I'm gonna bang my drum, I'm gonna make it come yeah, I'm gonna bring it on, It's a heart attack a heart attack, I'm bringing it bringing it back i'm bringing it back to me. To me To me I'm out of my body, I'm out of my body... |
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| 11. |
| 5:28 |
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Here is my story- A little sad of soul, a little weary Maybe I am that? Will nobody love me? Is an empty heart and a conscience all I have? If i die tonight, if I give up the fight Will you do something for me? Tell them my story, tell them well Tell them everything you know I was born in the springtime Born of love and cradled in a misfit history Of blind faith and pantomime Oh, I know what I am but I don't see So if I die tomight, if I give up the fight Will you do something for me? Tell them my story, tell them well Tell them everything you know So if I die tonight, if I give up the fight Will you do something for me? So if I die toniight Won't you do something for me? Tell them my story, tell them well Tell them everything you know Won't you tell them my story? Won't you tell them, tell them Tell them everything about me About me when I'm gone When we're dead and gone What will still be here? What will carry on? When we're dead and gone When there's nothing left What will still be here? |
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| 4:14 |
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| 3:55 |
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