Everyone - Van Morrison

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We shall walk again down along the lane
Down the avenue just like we used to do
With our heads so high, smile at passers by
Then we'll softly sigh ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone

By the winding stream we shall lay and dream
We'll make dreams come true if we want them to
Yes, all will come play the pipes and drum
Sing a happy song and we'll sing along

Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone

We shall walk again all along down the lane
Down the avenue just like we used to do
With our heads so high, smile at passers by
Then we'll softly sigh ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, everyone, everyone, everyone

Visions of Johanna - Bob Dylan

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Ain't it just like the night to play
Tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded
Though we're all doing our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

In the empty lot where the ladies play
Blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls
They whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the MIRROR
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place

Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall
To be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
Oh, how can I explain?
It's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo, "This is what salvation must be like after a while"
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeez, I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel

The peddler now speaks
To the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite
And I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"You can't look at much, can you, man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes everything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

2X2 - Bob Dylan

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One by one, they followed the sun
One by one, until there were none
TWO by TWO, to their lovers they flew
TWO by TWO, into the foggy dew
Three by three, they danced on the sea
Four by four, they danced on the shore
Five by five, they tried to survive
Six by six, they were playing with tricks

How many paths did they try and fail?
How many of their brothers and sisters lingered in jail?
How much poison did they inhale?
How many black cats crossed their trail?

Seven by seven, they headed for heaven
Eight by eight, they got to the gate
Nine by nine, they drank the wine
Ten by ten, they drank it again

How many tomorrows have they given away?
How many compared to yesterday?
How many more without any reward?
How many more can they afford?

TWO by TWO, they stepped into the ark
TWO by TWO, they step in the dark
Three by three, they’re turning the key
Four by four, they turn it some more

One by one, they follow the sun
TWO by TWO, to another rendezvous
Three by three, don't tread on me
Four by four....

Day Is DONE - Nick Drake

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When the day is DONE
Down to Earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is DONE

When the day is DONE
Hope so much your race will be all run
Then you find you jumped the gun
Have to go back where you began

When the day is DONE
When the night is cold
Some get by, but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold

When the bird has flown
Got no-one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird has flown

When the game's been fought
You sped the ball across the court
Lost much sooner than you would have thought
Now the game's been fought

When the party's through
Seems so very sad for you
Didn't do the things you meant to do
Now there's no time to start anew
Now the party's through

When the day is DONE
Down to Earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is DONE

Ballad of a Thin Man - Bob Dylan

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You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you, you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you will say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Well, what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God, am I here all alone?"

But something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel to
Be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a BONE
]
And something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organization

Aw, you've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You are very well read
It's well known

But something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

And something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "Now"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back "You're a cow
Give me some milk or else go home"

And you know something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There oughtta be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To carry at all times a telephone

'Cause something is happening here
But ya' don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Couldn't think of a song for Bella, but this was as close as I could get...

BELLE -- Al Green

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BELLE
The Lord and I've been friends for a mighty long time
Ooh hoo, BELLE
Leaving Him has never ever really crossed my mind
Let me say just one thing
I'd never go so far, mmm
'Cause it's Him no matter who you are, oh hoo
BELLE
Oh, it's you that I want, but it's Him that I need

I'd like to take a little minute just to say now
BELLE
The laughter of the sound has quieted down
Ooh hoo, mmm, BELLE
The best thing we could do is have Him around
Now. I'm not playing, little lady, let me say this one thing
I think if love could abound
My heart was lost but now it's found
Ooh hoo, BELLE
Oh, let's you and I let His love come down

I'm so happy, happy about that now, say this
Seems so easy to me
To try to act naturally
Let's not waste each other's time, time, ooh hoo

BELLE
He's my surprise and, Lord, he's my joy
My joy, not a toy
BELLE
I know that you can understand
A little country boy
Just a little country boy
Hey, He brought me safe thus far
Let me say it, little lady
Through many drunken country bars
Ooh hoo, BELLE, oh, let me say
He's my bright morning star

BELLE, BELLE
My bright in the morning
He's my bright in the morning, He's
He's my everything, my everything
Hey, a drink of water
(BELLE, BELLE)
BELLE
He's my joy in the morning time
(BELLE, BELLE)
BELLE
I know you're all of these things, yeah
But, uh, He's such a brighter joy, He's such a brighter
He's, He's, He's
(Little, little, little lady, BELLE)
(Jesus is my)
(I just let you know that Jesus)
Little, little, little BELLE
(My everything)
My everything
(Everything)
Everything
In the morning
(Time, time)
In the evening
(Time, time)
In the daytime
In the nighttime
(Little lady)
Hey! Hey!
He's my everything, yeah! He's
BELLA
BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA, BELLA ...

Great choice!

Ring Your BELL - The Band

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Ring your BELL
Change your number
Run like hell
You can't hide from thunder

Oh, no
Ring your BELL
Get in the wind
You and me gonna make some medicine

Run that rebel across the tracks
With the Mounties on his trail
He was taught
Don't get caught at the mercy of the man
Land in jail
Meet me, madam, on the high road
We gonna blow the man down
I've been totin' a heavy load
And I'm rarin' to clown
Mess around

Ring your BELL
Shake your tower
Pump your well
Turn on your power
I'm gonna ring your BELL
Glide on in
You and me gonna make some medicine

Smoky bars and souped-up cars
Where we drowned all sorrow
Renegade woman
Love me like there's no tomorrow
Left to borrow
Bloodhounds comb the back streets
With the ramrod close behind
Ask for justice, you gonna find
My ass across
That border line

Ring your BELL
Sound the chime
Open up your shell
Get on the line
Come on, ring your BELL
Gimme some skin
You and me gonna make some medicine

Scottsboro Boys - Leadbelly

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Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya what it all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya what it all about

I'm gonna talk to Joe Louis
And it all angered me
Don't even try to think about it
Alabama ree

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

I'm gonna tell all the colored people
Even the old **** here
Don't ya ever go to Alabama
And try to live

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Gon' tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell ya all about

I'm gonna tell all the colored people
Livin' in Harlem swing
Don't ya ever go to Alabama
Just try to sing

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Gon' tell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch out
The landlord'll get ya, gonna jump and shout
Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boys
Tell it all about

[After 4.25 in the recording]
"I advise everybody be a little careful when they go along there, best stay WOKE, keep their eyes open."

Sweedeedee - Michael Hurley

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My little woman causes me a whole lot of trouble sometimes
She worries me so bad
I don't know what to do
I take a walk
Figure the rolling of my feet would come to ease my mind

I'll just go away
And I WON'T know
Where I'm going

And I WON'T know where
That I am going to
Cause she bugger me
She bugger me
Oh man, she'd bugger you

I'm with you in the morning, baby
'till the break of day
I know you WON'T take my heart
Tryin' to make me go away
Seems like everybody
Has got a little hard luck, sometime
And I know one thing for sure, baby
I've been having mine

We had one of them old fleabag apartments
You know the kind I mean
You walk up on the fifth floor there
Sometimes on a sunny day from the roof
You can see them flying kites in Washington Square
I go up on the roof and I watch her hanging up the clothes and I'd say to her:

"Wash the clothes, Sweedeedee
And hang 'em on the line
I can see by the way you wash the clothes
Your cooking must be fine"

I'm with you in the morning, baby
'till the break of day
Well, I know you don't want my heart
Tryin' to make me go away
Seems like everybody
Got a little hard luck sometime
And I know one thing for sure
I've been having mine

I remember that old scumbag coffee shop we used to hang out at
The manager there he'd let us stay without paying a cover
And I was always asking her sometime
We gotta leave the city
And I'd say to her:

"You wash them clothes, Sweedeedee
And hang 'em on the line
And I can see by the way
You wash the clothes
Your cooking must be fine"

I'm with you in the morning baby
'till the break of day
I know you won't take my heart
Don't make me go away
Seem like everybody
Got a little hard luck, sometime
And I know one thing for sure, baby
I've been having mine
Baby, I've been having mine

You wash them clothes, Sweedeedee
And hang them on the line
And I can see by the way
You wash the clothes
Your cooking must be fine

DON'T Think Twice, It's Alright -- Elvis Presley (via Bob Dylan)

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Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window, and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more

I'm a-thinking and a-wonderin' walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I am told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

So long honey, baby
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well

I ain't a-saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But DON'T think twice, it's all right

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What Are You DOING the Rest of Your Life? --
Barbra Streisand

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What are you DOING the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me

All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me

I want to see your face in every kind of light
In fields of gold and forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make

Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
In a world of love you keep in your eyes
I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two

Through all of my life
Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you

Yes, wish it were longer but I'm happy that it's still rock hard as I near 70 ;-)

One Too Many Mornings - Bob Dylan

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Down the street the dogs are barkin'
And the day is a-gettin' dark
As the night comes in a-fallin'
The dogs 'll lose their bark
And the silent night will SHATTER
From the sounds inside my mind
As I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes they start to fade
And I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
And I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good
You're right from your side
I'm right from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind

When I was in my 20s (left) straight up. Now I'm in my 60s (right) a little lower, but still skywards

MAD About the Boy - Gertrude Lawrence

(words & music by Noel Coward)

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I met him at a party just a couple of years ago
He was rather over-hearty, and ridiculous
But as I'd seen him on the Screen
He cast a certain spell.

I basked in his attraction for a couple of hours or so
His manners were a fraction too meticulous
If he was real or not, I couldn’t tell
But like a silly fool, I fell.

MAD about the boy
I know it’s stupid to be MAD about the boy
I'm so ashamed of it
But must admit
The sleepless nights I've had about the boy.

On the Silver Screen
He melts my foolish heart in every single scene
Although I'm quite aware
That here and there
Are traces of the cad about the boy
Lord knows I’m not a fool girl
I really shouldn’t care
Lord knows I’m not a school-girl
In the flurry of her first affair.
Will it ever cloy ?
This odd diversity of misery and joy
I’m feeling quite insane
And young again
And all because I’m MAD about the boy.

MAD about the boy
It’s pretty funny but I'm MAD about the boy
He has a gay appeal
That makes me feel
There’s maybe something sad about the boy
Walking down the street,
His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
I can’t believe it’s true
But when I’m blue.
In some strange way I’m glad about the boy.

I’m hardly sentimental
Love isn’t so sublime
I have to pay my rental
And I can’t afford to waste much time.

If I could employ
A little magic that would finally destroy
This dream that pains me
And enchains me.

But I can’t, because I’m MAD about the boy.

The Window Up ABOVE -- George Jones

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I've been living a new way
Of life that I love so
But I can see the clouds are gathering
And the storm will wreck our home

For last night, he held you tightly
And you didn't even shove
This is true, for I've been watching
From the window up ABOVE

You must have thought that I was sleeping
And I wish that I had been
But I guess it's best to know you
And the way your heart can sin

I thought we belong together
And our hearts fit like a glove
I was wrong, for I've been watching
From the window up ABOVE

From my eyes, the teardrops started
As I listened on and on
I heard you whisper to him softly
That our marriage was all wrong

But I hope he makes you happy
And you will never lose his love
I was wrong, I was watching
From the window up ABOVE

How I wish I could be dreaming
And wake up to an honest love
I was wrong, for I was watching
From the window up ABOVE

21st Century digital shot

A Polaroid back in the 1980s

She Even Woke Me Up to Say GOODBYE -- Jerry Lee Lewis

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Mornings come and lord my mind is achin'
Yes it is
Sunshine standing quietly at my door
Just like the dawn my heart is silently breaking
With my tears it goes tumbling to the floor

Once again
The whole town will be talking
Yes they will
Lord I've seen the pity that's in their eyes
They could never understand it's her sorrow it's not a man
And no matter what they say we know she tried

Baby's packed her soft things and she's left me
She's left me
She's left me
And I know she didn't mean to make me cry
It's not her heart lord it's her mind
She didn't mean to be unkind
Why she even woke me up to say GOODBYE

It's not her heart lord it's her mind
She didn't mean to be unkind
Why she even woke me up to say GOODBYE

A Polaroid taken many many years ago

Blind Willie McTell -- by Bob Dylan

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I've SEEN the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, "This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem"
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, I heard that hoot owl singing
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Was his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes moaning
Hear that undertaker's bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

There's a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
He's dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
There's a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want what's His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell

House on the HILL - Kevin Coyne

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Well I'm going to the house upon the HILL,
The place where they give you pills
The rooms are always chilled,
They're never cosy

Where they give three suits a year
And at Christmas time a bottle of beer
And at Easter time the mayor comes round,
He's always smiling

Where the old ladies sit by the garden wall
And they never hear the bluebird call
Never notice the leaves that fall cause they're all crazy

Where the red bus stands by the great big gate
The red bus that's always late,
You know why it's always late
Cause it's always empty

Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny that's it's making me cry
Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny Lord, sometimes I wish I could die.

Now this pagan life is getting me down, my brow is filled with a furl and a frown
My eyelids lower as low as can be but I'm not sleeping

I wander round that Brixton Square with the bottles strewn everywhere
Under tables and under chairs and they're all broken

Where the big red face of the man on the beat Says Hey, have you had something to eat?
Thrusts out his yellow teeth, they're all for biting

Where I don't have a cent and I don't know how I'll pay the rent
I think I'll turn bent and make some money

So if you know a way I can go from out of this show you know
You could give me a golden glow but you're not trying

You'd never lift a regular hand, you call me a lazy man
Who on earth will ever understand I'm really trying

So I'm going to the house upon the HILL, the place where they give you pills
And where the doctors they don't kill cause they're so friendly

Where the red bus stands by the great big gate
The red bus and it's always late, you know why it's always late

Because it's always empty

Crash Street KIDS - Mott the Hoople

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See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(You'll get done, you'll get done, you'll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don't know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse


The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire
I'm getting too tired to resist
We'll torture your flats
You keep us like rats

Then you tell 'em we're brats
And the press twist our fist
Get me out of this mess

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain't just a number, I wanna be heard
A TV announcer he talks to the scum

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain't been solved, I'm uninvolved
I've been annulled and I can't seem to prove it
And you're so pure, you know the cures
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(One's your son, one's your son, one's your son)

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(You're too late, you're too late, you're too late)
The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Where's your mates? Where's your mates? Where's your mates? )

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(You're exposed, you're exposed, you're exposed)
The crash street kids are comin' to get ya
(Now you're closed, now you're closed, now you're closed)

The crash street KIDS are comin' to get ya
(Now, you're dead, now, you're dead, now, you're dead)
Now, you're dead, now, you're dead, now, you're dead
Now, you're dead, now, you're dead, now, you're dead

COWBOYs Are Secretly Fond of Each Other - Willie Nelson & Orville Peck

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Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas
There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend
And a small town don't like it when somebody falls between the sexes
No, a small town don't like it when a COWBOY has feelings for men

And I believe to my soul that inside every man there's the feminine
And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice. loud and clear
And a COWBOY may brag about things that he's done with his women
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer

COWBOYs are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
There's many a COWBOY who don't understand
The way that he feels for his brother
And inside every COWBOY, there's a lady that'd love to slip out

And there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead
So when you talk to a COWBOY don't treat him like he was a sister
You can't fuck with a lady that's sleepin' in each COWBOY's head

COWBOYs are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
There's many a COWBOY who don't understand
The way that he feels for his brother
And inside every lady, there's a COWBOY who'd love to come out

And inside every COWBOY, there's a lady that'd love to slip out

My Own Version of You -- Bob Dylan

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All through the summers, into January
I've been visiting mosques and monasteries
Looking for the necessary BODY parts
Limbs and livers and brains and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you

Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish you'd've taken me with you wherever you went
They talk all night and they talk all day
But not for a minute, do I believe anything they say
I'm gon' bring someone to life, someone I've never seen
You know what I mean, you know exactly what I mean

I'll take the scar-faced Pacino and the Godfather vandal
Mix it up and attack, and get a robot commander
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get blood from a cactus, gunpowder from ice
I don't gamble with cards and I don't shoot no dice
Can you look in my face with your sightless eyes?
Can you cross your heart and hope to die?
I'll bring someone to life, someone for real
Someone who feels the way that I feel

I study Sanskrit and Arabic to improve my mind
I wanna do things for the benefit of all mankind
I say to the willow tree, "Don't wait for me"
I'm saying to hell with all things that used to be
Well, I get into trouble, then I hit the wall
No place to turn, no place at all
I'll pick a number between a-one and two
And I ask myself, "What would Julius Caesar do?"
I will bring someone to life in more ways than one
Don't matter how long it takes, it'll be done when it's done

I'm gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe on Judgment Day
After midnight, if you still wanna meet
I'll be at the Black Horse Tavern on Armageddon Street
Two doors down, not that far a walk
I'll hear your footsteps, you won't have to knock
I'll bring someone to life, balance the scales
I'm not gonna get involved any insignificant details

You can bring it to St. Peter, you can bring it to Jerome
You can bring it all the way over, bring it all the way home
Bring it to the corner where the children play
You can bring it to me on a silver tray
I'll bring someone to life, spare no expense
Do it with decency and common sense

Can you tell me what it means, to be or not to be?
You won't get away with fooling me
Can you help me walk that good land mile?
Can you give me the blessings of your smile?
I'll bring someone to life, use all of my powers
Do it in the dark in the wee, small hours

I can see the history of the whole human race
It's all right there, it's carved into your face
Should I break it all down? Should I fall on my knees?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel, can you tell me please?
Stand over there by the cypress tree
Where the Trojan women and children are sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back 'fore England or America were made
Step right into the burnin' hell
Where some of the best-known enemies of mankind dwell
Mr. Freud with his dreams, Mr. Marx with his ax
See the raw hide lash rip the skin from their backs

Got the right spirit, you can feel it you can hear it
You've got what they call the immortal spirit
You can feel it all night, you can feel it in the morn
It creeps in your body, the day you were born
One strike of lightning is all that I need
And a blast of electricity that runs at top speed
Shimmy your ribs, I'll stick in the knife
Gonna jump-start my creation to life
I wanna bring someone to life, turn back the years
Do it with laughter and do it with tears

Mississippi - Bob Dylan

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Every step of the way, we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is piling up, we struggle and we stray
We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City's just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away
I was raised in the country, I been working in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don't even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, came pouring down
Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around

All my powers of expression I thought so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall
Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinking about the things that Rosie said
I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed

Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees
Feeling like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too

Some people will offer you their hand and some won't
Last night I knew you, tonight I don't
I need something strong to distract my mind
I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind

Well I got here following the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast
I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me

Everybody's moving, if they ain't already there
Everybody's got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get INTERESTING right about now

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waiting to be kind
So give me your hand and say you'll be mine

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long.

The Hunter - Wanda Jackson

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There's a STRANGEr in town called The Hunter
Wild and reckless lovin' is his game
He'll whisper lies and lure you to his pitfall
And leave you trapped in your own shame

The Hunter's always lurking in the shadows
Waiting to pounce upon his prey
Should you give him more than a passing glance
He'll hunt you down and steal your heart away

Pay no attention to his silver tongue
Be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one you love
And beware of The Hunter

The Hunter knows a woman is a woman
And each of you will have your time and place
He'll track you one by one until you're fallin'
And leave you there with mud upon your face

Pay no attention to his silver tongue
Be careful of his dashing manner
Just keep your arms around the one you love
And beware of The Hunter

Ah don't be trapped by the Hunter

On the Sunny Side of the STREET - Louis Armstrong

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Grab your coat, and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the STREET

Can't you hear a pitter-pat?
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the STREET

I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This rover crossed over

If I never have a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the STREET

I used to walk in a shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This rover has crossed over

If I never, never have a cent
I'll be rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the STREET

Great minds...

RED Cadillac and a Black Moustache - Warren Smith

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Who you been loving since I been gone
A long tall man with a RED coat on
Good-for-nothing-baby you've been doing me wrong
Who you been loving since I been gone
Who you been loving since I been gone

Who's been playing around with you
A real cool cat with eyes of blue
Trifling baby are you being true
Who's been fooling around with you
Who's been fooling around with you

Somebody saw you at the break of day
Dining and a-dancing in the cabaret
He was long and tall, he had plenty of cash
He had a RED Cadillac and a black mustache

He held your hand and he sang you a song
Who you been loving since I been gone
Who you been loving since I been gone

Who's been playing around with you
A real cool cat with eyes of blue
Trifling baby are you being true
Who's been fooling around with you
Who's been fooling around with you?

Somebody saw you at the break of day
Dining and a-dancing in the cabaret
He was long and tall, he had plenty of cash
He had a RED Cadillac and a black mustache

He held your hand and he sang you a song
Who you been loving since I been gone
Who you been loving since I been gone

Dear Landlord - Bob Dylan

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Dear landlord
Please don’t put a price on my soul
My burden is heavy
My dreams are beyond control
When that steamboat whistle blows
I’m gonna give you all I got to give
And I do hope you RECEIVE it well
Depending on the way you feel that you live

Dear landlord
Please heed these words that I speak
I know you’ve suffered much
But in this you are not so unique
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch

Dear landlord
Please don’t dismiss my case
I’m not about to argue
I’m not about to move to no other place
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true
And if you don’t underestimate me
I won’t underestimate you

Hobo, You Can't RIDE This Train - Louis Armstrong

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I bet there's a lotta hoboes Lord set on them rods
Even A-number one and all 'em cats, yeath man
All aboard for Pittsburgh, Harrisburg oh all the burgs
Hobo, you can't RIDE this train
Now I'm the brakeman and I'm a tough man
I ain't jokin' you, can't RIDE this train
Boys, you ain't so bad
After all you all right with me
I think I will let you RIDE

"She Belongs To Me" by Bob Dylan

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She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She's got everything she needs
She's an artist, she don't look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees

She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She's got no place to fall
She's nobody's child
The Law can't touch her at all

She wears an Egyptian ring
It sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
It sparkles before she speaks
She's a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her BIRTHDAY comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her BIRTHDAY comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
AND for Christmas get her big drum

Handy Dandy -- Bob Dylan

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Handy Dandy, controversy surrounds him
He been around the world and back again
Something in the moonlight still hounds him
Handy Dandy, just LIKE sugar and candy

Handy Dandy, if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
He got an all-girl orchestra and when he says
“Strike up the band,” they hit it

Handy Dandy, Handy Dandy

You say, “What are ya made of?”
He says, “Can you repeat what you said?”
You’ll say, “What are you afraid of?”
He’ll say, “Nothin’! Neither ’live nor dead.”

Handy Dandy, he got a stick in his hand and a pocket full of MONEY
He says, “Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?”
She says, “You got all the time in the world, honey”

He’s got that clear crystal fountain
He’s got that soft silky skin
He’s got that fortress on the mountain
With no doors, no windows, no thieves can break in

Handy Dandy, sitting with a girl named Nancy in a garden feelin’ kind of lazy
He says, “Ya want a gun? I’ll give ya one.” She says, “Boy, you talking crazy”

Handy Dandy, just LIKE sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, pour him another brandy

Handy Dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full of sorrow
He finishes his drink, he gets up from the table, he says
“Okay, boys, I’ll see you tomorrow”

Handy Dandy, Handy Dandy, just LIKE sugar and candy
Handy Dandy, just LIKE sugar and candy

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Sugar -- Louis Armstrong

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Oh sugar, I call my baby my sugar
I never maybe my sugar
Because my sugar is so confectionery

Funny, she never asks for my money
All I can give her is honey
That she can get anytime
I'd make a million trips to her lips
If I was a bee
'Cause she's sweeter than
Any candy to me

She's granulated sugar
I never cheat on my sugar
'Cause I'm so sweet on my sugar
That sugar baby of mine

CLOTHES Line Saga by Bob Dylan

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After a while we took in the CLOTHES
Nobody said very much
Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
Which nobody really wanted to touch
Mama come in and picked up a book
An' Papa asked her what it was
Someone else asked, "What do you care?"
Papa said, "Well, just because?"
Then they started to take back their CLOTHES
Hang'em on the line
It was January the thirtieth
And everybody was feelin' fine.

The next day, everybody got up
Seein' if the CLOTHES were dry
The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed
Mama, of course, she said, "Hi"
"Have you heard the news?" he said with a grin
"The Vice President's gone mad"
"Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night"
"Hmm, say, that's too bad"
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it," said the neighbor
"It's just something we're gonna have to forget"
"Yes, I guess so" said Ma
Then she asked me if the CLOTHES was still wet.

I reached up, touched my shirt
And the neighbor said, "Are those CLOTHES yours?"
I said, "Some of them, not all of them"
He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores ?"
I said, "Sometime, not all the time"
Then my neighbor he blew his nose
Just as papa yelled outside
"Mama wants you to come back in the house and bring them CLOTHES"
Well, I just do what I'm told so I did it, of course
I went back in the house and Mama met me
And then I shut all the doors.

False Prophet -- by Bob Dylan

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Another day that don't end
Another ship goin' out
Another day of anger, bitterness, and doubt
I know how it happened
I saw it begin
I opened my heart to the world and the world came in

Hello, Mary Lou
Hello, Miss Pearl
My fleet-footed guides from the underworld
No stars in the sky shine brighter than you
You girls mean business and I do TOO

Well, I'm the enemy of treason
An enemy of strife
I'm the enemy of the unlived meaningless life
I ain't no false prophet
I just know what I know
I go where only the lonely can go

I'm first among equals
Second to none
The last of the best
You can bury the rest
Bury 'em naked with their silver and gold
Put 'em six feet under and I pray for their souls

What are you lookin' at?
There's nothing to see
Just a cool breeze that's encircling me
Let's go for a walk in the garden
So far and so wide
We can sit in the shade by the fountain-side

I search the world over
For the Holy Grail
I sing songs of love
I sing songs of betrayal
Don't care what I drink
I don't care what I eat
I climb the mountain of swords on my bare feet

You don't know me, darlin'
You never would guess
I'm nothing like my ghostly appearance would suggest
I ain't no false prophet
I just said what I said
I'm just here to bring vengeance on somebody's head

Put out your hand
There's nothing to hold
Open your mouth
I'll stuff it with gold
Oh, you poor devil, look up if you will
The city of God is there on the hill

Hello, stranger
Hello and goodbye
You ruled the land
But so do I
You lusty old mule
You got a poisoned brain
I'll marry you to a ball and chain

You know, darlin'
The kind of life that I live
When your SMILE meets my SMILE
Something's got to give
I ain't no false prophet
No, I'm nobody's bride
Can't remember when I was born
And I forgot when I died

The Minute Waltz -- Frederic Chopin and Barbra Streisand

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I've got minute
Just a little minute
I have only got a minute
Just a minute

I have only got a minute
That is all the time I have
To sing this tiny little minute waltz
It isn't easy but I'll try it then

I've got to say goodbye
But first I'll take a minute
And put in it
Every note that you may know

That less I sing a little minute waltz
And hope I can sing with no faults
I know it's difficult
I'll give it every last breath that I've got within my body

Hope that my performance won't be very shoddy
Singing every moment won't do wonders for my throat
I probably will end up hoarse
Of course I will I've got it down a wager

That I made I will I want
I know its not the money but the
Satisfaction that I get from winning money
On this silly kind of bet

Though this kind of solo wasn't his intention
Chopin isn't here to make an intervention
So with your permission
And no intermission

I will sing each note
That that composer wrote
As you can hear my trilling
Isn't very thrilling

But no one can say
I wasn't very willing
To attempt a thing that's not been done
And just for fun to sing the minute waltz

As I sing the seconds fly
All too soon the minute waltzes by
And now I ask you where am I
Halfway through the tune and I'm falling far behind

I have less than thirty seconds
Less than thirty seconds
Less than thirty
Less than half a minute

I have less than thirty seconds
I have less than half a minute
To complete this little minute waltz
But every note that's in the score I buy

The sands of time I know are pouring at me
With my bet and honour with the money
Down to some big store and there to buy a honey
And a trophy for myself

To put upon the shelf
To show the world I've won

Oh, the second hand is rushing round the dial
And though I'd like to end this torture with a smile
And lest someone knows how to stop the clock
You're gonna see me cry
Before I say goodbye

_____ To complete the song
But I'm afraid my little lungs will burst before too long
If only I can last this day
I won't have failed to sing a little minute waltz.

Gotta SERVE Somebody - Bob Dylan

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You might be an ambassador to England or France
You might like to gamble, might like to dance
You might be in Las Vegas, having lots of fun
Or hiding in the bushes, holding a smoking gun

You gotta SERVE somebody
Well, SERVE somebody
Might be the devil, might be the Lord
You got to SERVE somebody

Now you may be in a honky tonk, or in a nursing home
Searching through the rubble with a fine-tooth comb
They may call you Peter, they may call you Paul,
You might not have a name, call you nothing at all

You gotta SERVE somebody
Well, SERVE somebody
Might be the devil, might be the Lord
You got to SERVE somebody

You might be on the highway, heading for the coast
May be hallucinating, or think you've seen a ghost
Are you a mystic? Are you Mister Soul? Hah!
You might be on the wagon, you might be on a roll

You gotta SERVE somebody
Well, SERVE somebody
Might be the devil, might be the Lord
You got to SERVE somebody

You may be someone's neighbour, or some sweet mother's son
Someone's jealous husband, someone on the run
You might be on the borderline, holding down the fort
Maybe you're a lawyer, looking for your day in court

You gotta SERVE somebody
Well, SERVE somebody
Might be the devil, might be the Lord
You got to SERVE somebody

If You See Her, Say Hello by Bob Dylan

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If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early Spring, is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so

We had a falling out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart

If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her for doing what she did and gettin' free
Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay

I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' SOFT

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time

Only The Strong SURVIVE by Elvis Presley

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I remember my first love affair
Somehow or another the whole darn thing went wrong
My mama had some great advice
So I thought I'd put it into words of this song
I can still hear her sayin' it

"Boy, oh, I see you're sitting' out there all alone
Cryin' your eyes out
Cause the woman that you love has gone
Oh, there's gonna be, there's gonna be
A whole lot of trouble in your life
Oh, so listen to me, get up off of your knees
Cause only the strong survive"

That's what she said:
"Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
Oh, you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
Don't go all around with your head hung down"

Well, I wouldn't let that little girl
No, I wouldn't let her know
That she made me feel like a clown
"There's a whole lot a girl
Lookin' for a good man like you
Oh, but you'll never meet them if you give up now
And say, your life is through"

And she said it
"Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
Oh, you've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive"

"Well, you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
Only the strong survive"

"Well, you've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
Only the strong survive

EVERYTHING Is Broken by Bob Dylan

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Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
EVERYTHING is broken

Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
EVERYTHING is broken

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
EVERYTHING is broken

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
EVERYTHING is broken

When the Night Comes Falling From the Sky - Bob Dylan


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Look out across the fields, see me returning
Smoke is in your eye, you draw a smile
From the fireplace where my letters to you are burning
You’ve had time to think about it for a while

Well, I’ve walked two hundred miles, now look me over
It’s the end of the chase and the moon is high
It won’t matter who loves who
You’ll love me or I’ll love you
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky

I can see through your walls and I know you’re hurting
Sorrow covers you up like a cape
Only yesterday I know that you’ve been flirting
With disaster you somehow managed to escape

Well, I can’t provide for you no easy answers
Who are you that I should have to lie?
You’ll know all about it, love
It’ll fit you like a glove
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky

I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river
You must have been protecting someone last time I called
I’ve never asked you for nothing that you couldn’t deliver
I’ve never asked you to set yourself up for a fall

I saw thousands who could have overcome the darkness
For the love of a lousy buck, I’ve watched them die
Stick around, baby, we’re not through
Don’t look for me, I’ll see you
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky

In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
It was on the northern border of Texas where I crossed the line
I don’t want to be a fool starving for affection
I don’t want to drown in someone else’s wine

For all eternity I think I will remember
That icy wind that’s howling in your eye
You will seek me and you’ll find me
In the wasteland of your mind
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky

Well, I sent you my feelings in a letter
But you were **** for SUPPORT
This time tomorrow I’ll know you better
When my memory is not so short

This time I’m asking for freedom
Freedom from a world which you deny
And you’ll give it to me now
I’ll take it anyhow
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling
When the night comes falling from the sky

Brother, Can You SPARE a Dime -- Bing Crosby

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They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob
When there was earth to plow or guns to bear
I was always there, right on the job

They used to tell me I was building a dream
With peace and glory ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Just waiting for bread?

Once I built a railroad, I made it run
Made it race against time
Once I built a railroad, now it's done
Brother, can you SPARE a dime?

Once I built a tower up to the sun
Brick and rivet and lime
Once I built a tower, now it's done
Brother, can you SPARE a dime?

Once in khaki suits, gee, we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum

Say, don't you remember? They called me 'Al'
It was 'Al' all the time
Why don't you remember? I'm your pal
Say buddy, can you SPARE a dime?

Once in khaki suits, ah, gee, we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell
And I was the kid with the drum

Oh, say, don't you remember? They called me 'Al'
It was 'Al' all the time
Say, don't you remember? I'm your pal
Buddy, can you SPARE a dime

Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues AGAIN. by Bob Dylan

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Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues AGAIN

Well Shakespeare he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to some French girl
Who says she knows me well
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues AGAIN

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine
And I said "Oh I didn't know that
But then again there's only one I've met
And he just smoked my eyelids
And punched my cigarette"

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues AGAIN

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues AGAIN

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son
And me, I nearly got busted
And wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues AGAIN

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied"

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues AGAIN

Now the rainman gave me two cures
Then he said, "Jump right in"
The one was Texas medicine
The other was just railroad gin
And like a FOOL I mixed them
And it strangled up my mind
And now, people just get uglier
And I have no sense of time

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon
And I say, "Aw come on now
You know, you know about my debutante"
And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want"

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly
It all seems so well timed
And here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice

Oh, Mama, is this really the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

That Lucky Old Sun -- Jerry Lee Lewis

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Up in the mornin'
Out on the JOB
Work like the devil for my pay
But that lucky old sun got nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Fuss with my woman, toil for my kids
Sweat till I'm wrinkled and gray
While that lucky old sun has nothin' to do
But roll around heaven all day

Good Lord above, can't You know I'm pining
Tears all in my eyes
Send down that cloud with a silver lining
Lift me to Paradise

Show me that river, take me across
Wash all my troubles away
Like that lucky old sun, give me nothing to do
But roll around heaven all day