Calm Animals
--The Fixx

Calm animals expect nothing
live suspicious to balance out
the effect of reason on their sunrise
there's a moving hide
calm animals with no shackles
free on a shrinking plain
so presented, it's economics
small wonder the pastures die
calm calm calm calm animals
free on a shrinking plain
calm calm calm
adventures to roam alone
So civilized the code stifles
a race with gestures has lost its way
the chance was given to think social
but we choke on greed and excess
Going by going by
just for politics we live the lie
you cry, we cry
part of history will wonder why


Les

Ridgetop
--Jesse Colin Young

Well, I live on a ridgetop
And, Lord knows, I like it just fine
Where it's windy and foggy
And quiet most all the time

Yeah, my lawn is pine needles
And my driveway is old funky dirt
And my front pathway markers
Are pieces of granite and chert

Now, my taxes are high
But I don't believe it's a sin
I've got hundred foot pine trees
That just love to dance in the wind

And a yard full of bushes
That turn into pie in July
Between blue jays and hoot owls
I've got twenty-four hour singing sky

Now, when I built my house
I cut six trees to clear out the land
But there's thirty or more left
And you know that they're gonna stand

It's a squirrel sanctuary
They think this woods is their home
And as long as I'm here
I'll make sure people leave us all alone

Yes, the hill that I live on is steep
And the road's full of ruts
And the people who live in the flatlands
Think we folks are nuts

But the ruts in my road and the curves
Keep the tourists at bay
And it's lonesome and peaceful
And you know I like it that way

Now, I work in the city
I think my job is a gas
And I know it's good for me
To travel and get off my ass

But the nervous parts of each trip
Is the Golden Gate Bridge
And the road like a snake
That will lead me back home to my ridge

Ah, I live on a ridgetop
Yes, I live on a ridgetop
And I like it
And I like it


Les. .

Every Picture Tells a Story
--Rod Stewart

Spent some time feelin' inferior
standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same

Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing don't lose your head
to a woman that'll spend your bread"
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
if you felt you didn't fit in
French police wouldn't give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
when all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused
I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough
of the things that keeps a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
at a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
'for the Vatican don't give no sanction
I wasn't ready for that, no no

I moved right out east yeah!
On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
by the light of an eastern moon
Shangai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain't natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her
Oh yeah I was glad I found her

I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be

The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe
They wouldn't give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
to help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'cause it's all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn't have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don't it

Les

Tom Waits - Trouble's Braids


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Well, I pulled on trouble's braids(2)
And I hid in the briars out by the quickmud
Stayin' away from the main roads
Passin' out wolf tickets(3), downwind from the bloodhounds

And I pulled on trouble's braids
And I lay by a cypress, as quiet as a stone, 'til the bleeding stopped
And I blew the weathervane off some old roadhouse
And I built a fire in the skeleton back seat of an old Tucker

And I pulled on trouble's braids
And I spanked cold red mud where the hornet stung deep
And I tossed in the ditch in a restless sleep
And I pulled on trouble's braids

I hung my rain-soaked jacket on some old barbed wire
Poured cold rusty water on a miserable fire
And I pulled on trouble's braids

And the creek was swollen by daybreak
And I could just barely see
And I floated downstream on an old dead tree

And I pulled on trouble's braids
I pulled on trouble's braids
I pulled on trouble's braids

Alabama 3 - Ain't Goin' To Goa

I believe I'm gonna
Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf
Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells
Cool down my Karma with a can of O.P.T.
Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library.

There's one thing I know, Lord above,
I ain't gonna go,
I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now
Ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now.

Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me.
Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me.
Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline,
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.

I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip.
I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip.
Timothy Leary, just check out this theory,
he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
you can keep your California Sunshine.

'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than
some fool lying on some Third World beach wearing
spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope
pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want
consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle
an' I sing

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Tom Waits - Starving in the Belly of a Whale

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Life is whittled
Life's a riddle;
Man's a fiddle
That life plays on
When the day breaks
And the earth quakes;
Life's a mistake
All day long

You tell me:
Who gives a good goddamn
You'll never get out alive
Don't go dreaming; don't go scheming
A man must test his mettle
In a crooked old world

Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale
Oh, you're starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale

Don't take my word
Just look skyward
They that dance must pay the fiddler(2)
Sky is darkening
Dogs are barking
But the caravan moves on

You tell me:
Who gives a good goddamn
You'll never get out alive
Don't go dreaming; don't go scheming
A man must test his mettle
In a crooked old world

Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale
Oh, we're starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale

As the crow flies
It's there the truth lies
At the bottom of the well
E-o-leven goes to heaven
Bless the dead here as the rain falls
Don't trust a bull's horn
A Doberman's tooth
A runaway horse or me
Don't be greedy, don't be needy
If you live in hope you're
Dancing to a terrible tune

Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale
You're starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly
Starving in the Belly of a Whale

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Tom Waits - Day After Tomorrow

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I got your letter today
and I miss you all so much here
I can't wait to see you all
and I'm counting the days here

I still believe that there's gold
at the end of the world
And I'll come home to Illinois
on the day after tomorrow

It is so hard and it's cold here
and I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
up by the Wisconsin border

What I miss, you won't believe
shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch down
on the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes every nite
and I dream that I can hold you

They fill us full of lies, everyone buys
'bout what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel
'bout all the blood that's been spilled
Will god on this throne
get me back home
on the day after tomorrow

You can't deny, the other side
Don't want to die anymore then we do
What I'm trying to say is don't they pray
to the same god that we do?

And tell me how does god choose
whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel
Who throws the dice
on the day after tomorrow

I'm not fighting, for justice
I am not fighting, for freedom
I am fighting, for my life
and another day in the world here

I just do what I've been told
We're just the gravel on the road
And only the lucky ones come home
on the day after tomorrow

And the summer, it too will fade
and with it brings the winter's frost dear
And I know we too are made
of all the things that we have lost here

I'll be 21 today
I been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
on the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
on the day after tomorrow

Ride the Tiger
--Jefferson Starship

It's like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to a chinese man
He'll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.

I want to ride the tiger
I want to sail through the risin' sun for you and you
We got something to learn from the other side
Something to give, we got nothing to hide
I want to ride the tiger.

Black wants out of the streets
Yellow wants the country
Red wants the country back
And white wants out of this world
Sing - sing to the sky
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger.

Look to the summer of seventy-five
All the world is gonna come alive
Do you want to ride the tiger?

It's like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to an oriental man
He'll tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.

Les

Paul Kantner drinks coffee and hides out at the cafe I go to to relax. It's good to see he's survived the 60s too.

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Calypso
--John Denver

To sail on a dream, on a crystal clear ocean,
To ride on the crest of a wild raging storm;
To work in the service of life and the living
In search of the answers to questions unknown;
To be part of the movement and part of the growing,
Part of beginning to understand . . .

Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.

Like the dolphin who guides you,
You bring us beside you
To light up the darkness and show us the way;
For, though we are strangers in your silent world,
To live on the land we must learn from the sea;
To be true as the tide and free as the wind-swell,
Joyful and loving in letting it be . . .

Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.

Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to,
The things that you've shown us,
The stories you tell;
Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit,
The men who have served you
So long and so well.

Les

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Surrealistic Pillow

Studio album by Jefferson Airplane
Released February 1967
Recorded October 31, 2021 -- November 22, 2021
Genre Psychedelic rock, folk rock
Length 33:40
Label RCA Victor
Producer Rick Jarrard

Jefferson Airplane's fusion of folk rock and psychedelia was original at the time, in line with musical developments pioneered by The Byrds, The Mamas & the Papas, and Bob Dylan. Surrealistic Pillow was the first blockbuster psychedelic album by a band from San Francisco, announcing to the world the active bohemian scene that had developed there starting with The Beats during the 1950s, extending and changing through the 1960s into the Haight-Ashbury counterculture. Subsequently, the exposure generated by the Airplane and others wrought great changes to that counterculture, and by 1968 the ensuing national media attention had precipitated a very different San Francisco scene than had existed in 1966. San Francisco photographer, Herb Greene photographed the band for the album's cover art.

Some controversy exists as to the role of Grateful Dead guitarist Jerry Garcia in the making of the album. His reputed presence on several tracks is not corroborated by RCA paperwork and is denied by producer Rick Jarrard. But when performing Comin' Back to Me live with Jefferson Starship, Marty Balin almost always introduced the song with a reference to the Surrealistic Pillow sessions, mentioning Garcia as playing the guitar parts on the original studio version. [Paul Kanter mentions that Garcia was there and played on some tracks.psz]

In 2003, the album was ranked number 146 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.

Track History: Today" is a folk rock ballad written by Marty Balin and Paul Kantner from the band Jefferson Airplane. It first appeared on their breakthrough album, Surrealistic Pillow.


[edit] Cover Versions
Tom Scott covered the song on his 1967 album, Honeysuckle Breeze. The song features a quicker tempo than the Jefferson Airplane version and also features a long saxophone solo.

Lyrics: Today I feel like pleasing you more than before
Today I know what I want to do but I don't know what for
To be living for you is all I want to do
To be loving you it'll all be there when my dreams come true
Today you'll make me say that I somehow have changed
Today you'll look into my eyes, I'm just not the same
To be anymore than all I am would be a lie
I'm so full of love I could burst apart and start to cry
Today everything you want, I swear it all will come true
Today I realize how much I'm in love with you
With you standing here I could tell the world what it means to love
To go on from here I can't use words, they don't say enough
Please, please listen to me
It's taken so long to come true
And it's all for you
all for you....

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Coffee and Cigarettes
Michelle Featherstone

I gave up coffee and cigarettes
I hate to say it hasn’t helped me yet
I thought my problems would just dissipate
And all my pain would be in yesterday

I poured my booze all down the kitchen drain
And watched my bad habits get flushed away
I thought that that would keep my head on straight
And all my pain would be in yesterday

But it’s true
I’m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you

I thought that if I didn’t go and play
The sadness would get bored and go away
I thought that if I didn’t go astray
That all my pain would be in yesterday

But it’s true
I’m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you

I sold my guitar and my piano
I thought that it was these that kept me low
I thought if only I could try and change
That all my pain would be in yesterday

But it’s true
I’m still blue
But I finally know what to do
I must quit, I must quit, you

I must quit, I must quit, you

Enough To Be On Your Way
James Taylor

So the sun shines on his funeral
Just the same as on a birth,
The way it shines on everything
That happens here on Earth.
It rolls across the western sky
And back into the sea
And spends the day's last rays upon
This fucked-up family, so long old pal.

The last time I saw Alice,
She was leaving Santa Fe
With a bunch of round-eyed Buddhists
In a killer Chevrolet.
Said they turned her out of Texas, yeah,
She burned them down back home,
Now she's wild with expectation
On the edge of the unknown.

Singing oh, it's enough to be on your way,
It's enough just to cover ground,
It's enough to be moving on.
Home, build it behind your eyes,
Carry it in your heart,
Safe among your own.

They brought her back on a Friday night,
Same day I was born.
We sent her up the smokestack, yes,
And back into the storm.
She blew up over the San Juan Mountains,
She spent herself at last.
The threat of heavy weather,
That was what she knew best.

Oh, it's enough to be on your way,
It's enough to cover ground,
It's enough to be moving on.
Home, build it behind your eyes,
Carry it in your heart,
Safe among your own.

It woke me up on a Sunday,
An hour before the sun.
It had me watching the headlights
Out on highway 591.
Till I stepped into my trousers,
Till I pulled my big boots on,
I walked out on the Mesa
And I stumbled on this song

Oh, it's enough to be on your way,
It's enough just to cover ground,
It's enough to be moving on.
Home, build it behind your eyes,
Carry it in your heart,
Safe among your own.
So long, old gal.

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In The Shape of a Heart
Jackson Browne

It was a ruby that she wore
On a chain around her neck
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart

It was a time I won't forget
For the sorrow and regret
And the shape of a heart
And the shape of a heart

I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without

People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
Speak in terms of belief and belonging
Try to fit some name to their longing
People speak of love

There was a hole left in the wall
From some ancient fight
About the size of a fist
Or something thrown that had missed

And there were other holes as well
In the house where our nights fell
Far too many to repair
In the time that we were there

People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Reach out to each other through the push and shove
Speak in terms of a life and the learning
Try to think of a word for the burning

You keep it up, you try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
Never know what breaches and faults are concealed
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart

It was a ruby that she wore
On a stand beside the bed
In the hour before dawn
When I knew she was gone

And I held it in my hand
For a little while
Dropped in into the wall
And let it go, heard it fall

I guess I never knew
What she was talking about
I guess I never knew
What she was living without

People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
Speak in terms of a life and the living
Try to find the word for forgiving

You keep it up, you try so hard
To keep a life from coming apart
Never know the shallows and the unseen reefs
That are there from the start
In the shape of a heart

In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart
In the shape of a heart

Tom Waits - Koomienezuspadt

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... [untranscribable fantasy German]...
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!

Sei punktlich!
Sei punktlich!
Sei punktlich!

Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
And we can't be late!
And we can't be late!

... [untranscribable fantasy German]...
And we can't be late!
Komme nie, komme nie,
komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!

... [untranscribable fantasy German]...
And we can't be late!
And we can't be late!
And we can't be late!
And we can't be late!
Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!

Sei punktlich!
Sei punktlich!
Sei punktlich!

Komme nie zu spät!
Komme nie zu spät!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Komme nie zu spät!

... [untranscribable fantasy German]...
And we can't be late!
And we can't be late!
And we can't be late!
Sei punktlich!
Sei punktlich!
Komme nie zu spät!

Komme nie, komme nie, komme nie zu spät!

[Light at the end of the tunnel]

If you see light
at the end of the
end of the tunnel
it might just be
because you're dead.

Note: I just heard this on the radio; thought I'd share it with you.

Or...you're dying....just like the rest of us

For A Dancer
Jackson Browne

Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I don't remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought you'd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now you're nowhere to be found

I don't know what happens when people die
Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try
It's like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I can't sing
I can't help listening
And I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round
Crying as they ease you down
'Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(Right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(There's nothing you can do about it anyway)

Just do the steps that you've been shown
By everyone you've ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another's steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you'll do alone

Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Don't let the uncertainty turn you around
(The world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound

Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But you'll never know

Tom Waits - Brother Can You Spare A Dime?

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My City Was Gone
--Pretenders


I went back to Ohio
But my city was gone
There was no train station
There was no downtown
South Howard had disappeared
All my favorite places
My city had been pulled down
Reduced to parking spaces
Eh, Oh, way to go Ohio

Well I went back to Ohio
But my family was gone
I stood on the back porch
There was nobody home
I was stunned and amazed
My childhood memories
Slowly swirled past
Like the wind through the trees
Eh, Oh, Oh way to go Ohio

I went back to Ohio
But my pretty countryside
Had been paved down the middle
By a government that had no pride
The farms of Ohio
Had been replaced by shopping malls
And muzak filled the air
From Seneca to Cuyahoga Falls
Said, Eh, Oh, Oh way to go Ohio

Les

Tom Waits, All The World Is Green

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I fell into the ocean
When you became my wife
I risked it all against the sea
To have a better life
Marie you're the wild blue sky
And men do foolish things
You turn kings into beggars
And beggars into kings

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green

The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow
Maybe when our story's over
We'll go where it's always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green

Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old
days again
And all the world is green

The moon is yellow silver
Oh the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green
He is balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our grave
When all the world is green

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Tried to post a link and it doesn't work. I wonder how you managed that Les.

Mary

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/31/2009 11:18PM by UPMarty.

It's a Happy New Year 2010 poem video...I'll try again. I like the piano piece as well as the message.

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Coconut Skins
Damien Rice


You can hold her hand
And show her how you cry
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die

You can brave decisions
Before you crumble up inside
Spend your time asking everyone else's permission
Then run away and hide

Or you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or waiting for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been licking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...

Oh you can hold her eggs
But your basket has a hole
You can lie between her legs and go looking for
Tell her you're searching for her soul
You can wait for ages
Watch your compost turn to coal
Time is contagious
Everybody's getting old

So you can sit on chimneys
Put some fire up your ass
No need to know what you're doing or looking for
But if anyone should ask
Tell them I've been cooking coconut skins
And we've been hanging out
Tell them God just dropped by to forgive our sins
And relieve us our doubt
La la la la la la la...

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Grandpa, Tell Me About the Good Old Days
--The Judds [www.youtube.com] />

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world's gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture
Of long ago

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Les

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I'll Be Seeing You
Billie Holiday

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

My Traveling Star
James Taylor

Watch my back and light my way
My traveling star, my traveling star
Watch over all of those born st. christopher's day
Old road dog, young runaway
They hunger for home but they cannot stay
They wait by the door
They stand and they stare
They're already out of there
They're already out of there

My daddy used to ride the rails
So they say, so they say
Soft as smoke and as tough as nails
Boxcar jones, old walking man
Coming back home was like going to jail
The sheets and the blankets and babies and all
No he never did come back home
Never that I recall

Nevermind the wind
Nevermind the rain
Nevermind the road leading home again
Never asking why
Never knowing when
Every now and then
There he goes again

She had a cat and a dog named blue
My traveling star, my traveling star
A big old stove and a fireplace, too
Old road dog, young runaway
She told me loved me like it was true
I knew I should stay
I knew I would go
Run run run away
Run run run away, boy

Run before the wind
Run before the rain
Over yonder hill
Just around the bend
Never knowing why
Never knowing when
Every now and then
There you go again

Tie me up and hold me down
Oh, my traveling star
Bury my feet down in the ground
Oh, old road dog
Claim my name from the lost and found
And let me believe this is where I belong
Shame on me for sure
For one more highway song

My traveling star
My traveling star

The High Road (Video available at YouTube)
--Broken Bells [www.youtube.com] />


Go down to wait all night
She's bound to run him out
The rest of the nothing of any how
To each his own
The garden is sorting out
She curls her lips on a bar
I don't know if you're dead or not
If you're anyone

Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Your addled eyes
Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

Cause they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm

The dogs who ran all night
The son who hoped it would
Break from the warfare in your house
To each his own
The soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on a bar
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone

Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
It's all being served in your hands
Are you one of us
Come on and get to open yours
Collected at the borderlines
They want to get up in your hair

Cause they know, so do I
The high road is hard to find
A detour in your new life
Tell all of your friends getting warm

It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide

It's too late to change your mind
You let laws be your guide

Les

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I've been looking for this song online for over 3 years. I guess Bob Welch just isn't mainstream enough for the internet:

Silver Heels [listen.grooveshark.com] /> --Fleetwood Mac

(if the link doesn't connect directly, go to grooveshark, search for "Heroes are hard to find", and then click on the song)

She came in like a hurricane
Wearing boots and diamond rings
With a fox fur on her shoulder
She set wondering
And I could tell she was feeling abandoned
Because she flashed a look across my way
She said I was hoping for a ride
You'll never ask me but I'll tell you anyway

She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like paul mccartney, or get get funky like etta james
I'd never change, I'd never change, I'd never change silver heeled ways

She came in and her flags were flying
She was a sailboat of sweet perfume
And I could see that her eyes were smiling
From across the room
Well I couldn't think of conversation
I was busy looking at her furs
She said hey, you'll never ask me
So I guess I'll say the word

She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like paul mccartney, and get funky like etta james
I'd never change, I'd never change, no I'd never change silver heeled ways

(silver, silver heels) that's what I mean
(silver) whoo talking bout silver (silver heels)
(silver) alright (silver heels)
I'm talkin' bout silver (silver) silver heels (silver)
She took me out on the blackboard jungle
Put me straight in a hurricane
She hypnotized my eyes with her silver heeled ways
If I could sing like paul mccartney, and get funky like etta james
I'd never change, no I'd never change her, I'd never change silver heeled ways

(silver) oooh silver heels
(silver) talkin' bout silver heels
(silver) silver heels
(silver) that's what I mean...


Les

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Blue Oyster Cult
--Godzilla [www.youtube.com] />

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down.

Helpless people on subway trains
Scream for God as he looks in on them.

He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town.

Oh no, they say he's got to go—
Go, go, Godzilla . . .
Oh no, there goes Tokyo—
Go, go, Godzilla . . .

Rinji news o moshiagemasu!
Godzilla ga Ginza hoomen e mukatte imasu!
Daishkyu hinan shite kudasai!

Oh no, they say he's got to go—
Go, go, Godzilla . . .
Oh no, there goes Tokyo—
Go, go, Godzilla . . .

History shows again and again
How nature points out the folly of men . . .
Godzilla!

History shows again and again
How nature points out the folly of men . . .
Godzilla!

History shows again and again
How nature points out the folly of men . . .
Godzilla!

History shows again and again
How nature points out the folly of men . . .
Godzilla!


Les

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/29/2010 04:35PM by les712.

Les posted Blue Oyster Cult’s Godzilla

Made me say

How nature points out the folly of men . . .
eek! eek!
I hear them speak

the oil company BP
is taking a leak!

Loving You Is Easy
--Sarah McLachlan




Les

I Learned the Hard Way [www.youtube.com] />
--Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings

Something told me inside
That your love was untrue
(something told me inside)
(something told me inside)
You said, "girl It's alright
I would never hurt You"

(you said girl it's alright)
(you said girl it's alright)

Just to be by your side
I would've walked through fire
(just to be by your side)
(just to be by your side)
now it hurts me inside
(just to hear your name)
(just to hear your name)

I learned the hard way
that your your love was cruel
I learned the hard way baby
just to be your fool
I learned the hard way
I learned the hard way about you
(Now I know about you)
(Now I know about you)

When I opened my eyes
it was all around me
(when I opened my eyes)
(When I opened my eyes)
clouds of perfume and lies
and a hotel key
(Lots of Perfume and Lies)
(Lots of Perfume and Lies)

And when I answered your phone
I heard a gasp and a click
(When I answered your phone)
(when I answered your phone)
Was that wrong number wrong
or was she after your love

Ooh, just to be by your side
I would've walked through fires
Now it hurts me inside
just to hear your name

I learned the hard way
that your your love was cruel
I learned the hard way, baby
just to be your fool
I learned the hard way
I learned the hard way about you
(Now I know about you)
(Now I know about you)
(Now I know about you)

Just to be by your side
I would've walked through fires
Now it hurts me inside
Just to hear your name

I learned the hard way
that your your love was cruel
I learned the hard way baby
just to be your fool
I learned the hard way
I learned the hard way about you
(Now I know about you)
(Now I know about you)
(Now I know about you)


Les

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--Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings 'll be in SF 6/25 at the Warfield Theatre; in L.A. at the Wiltern 6/26; -- and in Solana Beach at the Belly Up Tavern 6/27, Les.

Imitosis [www.youtube.com] />
Andrew Bird

He’s keeping busier
He’s bitten stones
His imaginations and his palindromes
It was anything but hear the voice
Anything but hear the voice
It was anything but hear the voice
That says that we’re all basically alone

Poor Professor Pension had only good intentions
When he put his Bunsen burners all away and turned
Into a playground a petri dish of single cells that would swing
Their fists at anything that looks like easy prey
Nature show that rages every day it was bound, a part his intuition
Say
We were all basically alone

And despite what all your studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a case for mitosis
Weighed deception or mercy
Where others train for the show
Tell me doctor can you pull my file
‘Cause he just wants to know the reason why

Why do they congregate in groups of four
Scatter like a billion spores
And let the wind just carry them away?
How can gametes be so mean
Our famous doctor tried to glean
As he went home at the end of the day
In this Nature show that rages every day it was bound apart of his intuition
Say

Despite what all your studies had shown
What was mistaken for closeness was just a taste of mitosis
She fatal doses, malcontent to osmosis
Weighed deception or mercy
Where others will pay for the show
Well doctor can you pull my file
The reason why.

Les

Blue Sky [www.youtube.com] /> --Emily West


So your conscience finally hit you
And you’re feeling guilty
And you’re wishing I was there
So you wanna say you’re sorry
Well, please forgive me if I’m too gone to care
You can take back your goodbyes
Wipe off those sad eyes
‘Cause I’ve got some tears of my own

Weather man says it’s gonna rain tonight
The kind of storm where the basement floods and you lose the lights
Should have thought of that before
‘Cause I’m not your blue sky anymore

So you heard the pitter-patter of a lost heart beating
And learned what it was for
So you made a list of shoulders that you’d be needing
Well mine aren’t yours anymore
Come on show me your temper
Be the man I remember
So I won’t forget what you’ve done

Weather man says it’s gonna rain tonight
The kind of storm where the basement floods and you lose the lights
Should have thought of that before
‘Cause I’m not your blue sky anymore

Don’t wanna be that blue sky
I’m not your blue sky anymore

Les

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Rooster
-Alice in Chains


Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere

Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah, hey yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no, ya know he ain't gonna die (x2)

Walkin' tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My Buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath
Oh god please won't you help me make it through

Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no ya know he ain't gonna die


Les

Tombstone Blues Lyrics
by Bob Dylan

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course
The city fathers they're trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse
But the town has no need to be nervous.

The ghost of Belle Star she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce.

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food.
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The hysterical bride in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, "I've just been made"
Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade
Says, "My advice is to not let the boys in".

Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
He walks with a swagger and he says to be bride
"Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You will not die, it's not poison".

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food.
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in ?"

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry"
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken.

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food.
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save
Put jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves
Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves
Then sends them out to the jungle.

Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he bums out their camps
With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps
With a fantastic collection of stamps
To win friends and influence his uncle.

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food.
I'm in trouble
With the tombstone blues.

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.

Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill
I would set him in chains at the top of the hill
Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after.

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps of the soul
To the old folks home and the college.

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for food
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues.

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Long Gone Geek
--Procol Harum


Weird goings-on at the county jail
Prisoners reading the sheriff's mail
He's strapped down to a swivel chair
Trying to swivel right out of there
Pin-striped sweet's in cell 15
Convinced his self it's all a dream
He's got a pet black tabby cat
That carries a gun and wears a stetson hat

The door flies open, in strides geek
Looking like the front page of newsweek
He says to lou in a voice of glee,
'what's the matter, ain't you glad to see me? '
Lou's on the floor 'cause he can't stand up
As green as a leaf in a tea-cup
When on to geek's back jumps a stetson-hatted cat
Which breaks geek's neck like he was a rat


Les

Moondance [www.youtube.com] />
--Van Morrison

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that, you can't hide...

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...

One more moondance with you
In the moonlight
On a magic night
la, la, la, la, there's a moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance
With you my love

Les

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Is Anybody Goin' to San Antone?
--Charley Pride

Rain dripping off the brim of my hat
it sure is cold today
and here I am'a walking down sixty-six
Wish she hadn't done me that way

Sleeping under a table at a road side park
A man could wake up dead
But it sure seems warmer than it did
Sleepin in our king size bed

Is anybody goin to San Antone
Or Pheonix Arizona
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her

Wind whipping down the neck of my shirt
Like I aint got nothing on
But I'd rather fight the wind and rain
than what I've been fighting at home

Yonder comes a truck with the US mail
People writing letters back home
Tomorrow she'll probably want me back
But I'll still be just as gone

Is anybody goin to San Antone
Or Pheonix Arizona
Anyplace is alright as long as I
Can forget I've ever known her

Anyplace is alright as long as I
forget I've ever known her

Les

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
--Gil Scott-Heron

The revolution will no be televised
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.

Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.

The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Les

Black Cow [www.youtube.com] /> --Steely Dan






Les

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Freak Like Me
--Adina Howard [www.youtube.com] />

Let me lay it on the line
I got a little freakiness inside
And you know that the man
Has got to deal with it
I don't care what they say
I'm not about to pay nobody's way
'Cause it's all about the dog in me
Mm-hmm

I want to freak in the morning
A freak in the evening just like me
I need a roughneck brother
That can satisfy me just for me
If you are that kind of man
'cuz i'm that kind of girl
I got a freaky secret,everybody sing
'cause we don't give a damn about a thing

cause I will be a freak
until the day until the dawn
and we can pump, pump
all through the night till the early morn
come on and I will take you
around the 'hood on a gangsta lean
'cause we can pump, pump
any time of day it's all good for me

Boy, you're moving kind of slow
You got to keep it up
Now there you go
There's just one thing that a man must do
Mm-hmm

I'm packing all the flavor you need
I got you shook up on your knees
'cause it's all about the dog in me

I want to freak in the morning
A freak in the evening just like me
I need a roughneck brother
That can satisfy me just for me
If you are that kind of man
'cuz i'm that kind of girl
I got a freaky secret,everybody sing
'cause we don't give a damn about a thing

cause I will be a freak
until the day until the dawn
and we can pump, pump
all through the night till the early morn
come on and I will take you
around the 'hood on a gangsta lean
'cause we can pump, pump
any time of day it's all good for me

One to the two, to the two, to the three
Adina, do you want to get freaky with me?..


I want to freak in the morning
A freak in the evening just like me
I need a roughneck brother
That can satisfy me just for me
If you are that kind of man
'cuz i'm that kind of girl
I got a freaky secret,everybody sing
'cause we don't give a damn about a thing


cause I will be a freak
until the day until the dawn
and we can pump, pump
all through the night till the early morn
come on and I will take you
around the 'hood on a gangsta lean
'cause we can pump, pump
any time of day it's all good for me

One to the two, to the two, to the three
Adina, do you want to get freaky with me?..


Les

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Sunrise [www.youtube.com] /> --Simply Red

As I look into your eyes I see the sunrise
The light behind your face helps me realise

Will we sleep and sometimes love until the moon shines
Maybe the next time I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine

I don't know if it's even in your mind at all
It could be me
At this moment in time
Is it in your mind at all
It should be me, it could be me
Forever

Wandering through life will love come home to you
And the love you want forever, will they be true to you


Will we sleep and sometimes love until the moon shines
Maybe the next time I'll be yours and maybe you'll be mine

I don't know if it's even in your mind at all
It could be me
At this moment in time
Love's indescribable
It should be me, it could be me
Forever

Easy, ready, willing, over time
Where does it stop where do you dare me to draw the line
You've got the body now you want my soul
Don't even think about it say no go

Les

Sixth Avenue Heartache [www.youtube.com] /> --Wallflowers

Sirens ring, shots ring out
A stranger cries, and screams out loud
I had my world strapped against my back
I held my hands, never knew how to act

And that same black line that was drawn on you
It was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in....sixth avenue heartache

Below me was a homeless man
I'm singing songs I knew complete
On the steps alone, his guitar in hand
It's fifty years, stood where he stands

And that same black line that was drawn on you
It was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in....sixth avenue heartache

Now walking home on those streets
The river wind moves my feet
Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
They stood by me just like moonbeams

And that same black line that was drawn on you
It was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in....sixth avenue heartache

Look out the window down upon that street
And gone like a midnight was that man
But I see his six-string laid against that wall
And all those things, they looked so small
I've got my fingers crossed on a shooting star
Just like me, just moved on

And that same black line that was drawn on you
It was drawn on me
And now it's drawn me in....sixth avenue heartache

Les

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Oh Atlanta
--Little Feat [www.youtube.com] />

Got a Place Down Kentucky
Right Down Near Ohio
Where You Can Watch Them Planes At Night
People Line Up Just to Watch Them Fly
I Said Watchin Them Planes
I Wish I Was On One
I'm Sittin' Here Thinkin' 'bout a Brown Haired Girl
If I Could Only Get Her Tonight

Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I Said Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Atlanta, Got to Get Back to You

You Can Drop Me Off On Peachtree
I Got to Feel That Georgia Sun
The Women There in Atlanta
They Make Us Both Feel Glad You Come
I Said Watchin' Them Planes
I Wish I Was On One
I'm Sittin' Here Thinking 'bout a Crazy Girl
If I Could Only Get Her Tonight

Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I Said Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Atlanta, Got to Get Back to You

You Take a Day O' Nights It's Just You and Me
Where the Diesel Plays All Night
You Got the Boogie Man Goin' 'round For Hell
And When They Get to Movin' They Never Stop
You Just Keep On Playin' That Down Home Beat
You Just Keep On Layin' Down High

I Wish I Was On One
Sittin' Here Thinkin' Crazy Scene
If I Could Only, Oh If I Could...

Oh Atlanta, Oh Atlanta!
I Said Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Atlanta, Got to Get Back to You

Les