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

WHAT a Wonderful World -- Louis Armstrong

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I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them blue before me and you
And I think to myself
WHAT a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
WHAT a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Or also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands, saying "How do you do?"
They're really saying, I love you

I hear babies crying, I watch them them grow
They'll learn much more and I'll never know
And I think to myself
WHAT a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world

A SIMPLE Twist of Fate. - Bob Dylan

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They sat together in the park
As the evening sky got dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark
tingle to the bones.
‘Twas then she felt alone
and wished that she’d gone straight
or watched out, watched out for the simple twist of fate.

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
stopped into a strange hotel
with a neon-burnin’ sign.
She said: “Put your hand in mine!
Ain’t no need to hesitate.
It was all about that simple twist of fate.”

A saxophone someplace softly played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade.
she heard the melody rise and fade
as the sun was coming up.
She dropped a coin into the cup
of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about that simple twist of fate.

He woke up and she was gone
He didn’t see nothing but the dawn
Got out of bed and put his shoes back on
He pushed back the blinds.
Found a note she’d left behind. What’d it say?
You should have met me back in ‘58
We could have avoided this little simple twist of fate.

He hears the ticking of the clocks
And he hunts for her through the city blocks
Even down there by the waterfront docks
where the sailers all roll in.
Maybe he’ll see her once again,
how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.

People tell me it’s a sin
That it’s wrong and it’s wicked, too far down in
I let her get under my skin,
under my skin too late
I had another date,
A date that couldn’t wait
Blame it all, blame it on a simple twist of fate

Where Are You Tonight - Bob Dylan

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There’s a long-distance train rolling through the rain
Tears on the letter I write
There’s a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much
But she’s drifting like a satellite

There’s a neon light ablaze in a green smoky haze
Laughter down on Elizabeth Street
And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
Where she bathed in a stream of pure heat

Her father would emphasize you got to be more than streetwise
But he practiced what he preached from the heart
A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted it to me
The time and the place that we'd part

There’s a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage
And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage
And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page
Of a book that nobody can write
Oh, where are you tonight?

The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure
To live it you had to explode
In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed
Sacrifice was the code of the road

I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John
Strong men belittled by doubt
I couldn’t tell her what my private thoughts were
But she had some way of finding them out

He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same
She was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf
She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair
And discovered her invisible self

There’s a lion in the road, there’s a demon escaped
There’s a million dreams gone, there’s a landscape being raped
As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape
I won’t but then again, maybe I might
Oh, if I could just find you tonight

I fought with my twin, that enemy within
’Til both of us fell by the way
Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees
While the law looks the other way

Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes
The man you were lovin’ could never get clean
It felt out of place, my foot in his face
But he should-a stayed where his money was green

I bit into the root of forbidden fruit
With the juice running down my leg
Then I dealt with your boss, who’d never known about loss
Who always was too proud to beg

There’s a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room
And a pathway that leads up to the stars
If you don’t believe there’s a PRICE for this sweet paradise
Just remind me to show you the scars

There’s a new day at dawn and I’ve finally arrived
If I’m there in the morning, baby, you’ll know I’ve survived
I can’t believe it, I can’t believe I’m alive
But without you it just doesn’t seem right
Oh, where are you tonight?

The Ballad of Frankie Lee & Judas Priest (Bob Dylan)

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Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', “Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain”

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
“Could ya please not stare at me like that?,” he said
“It’s just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide”

Well, Judas, he just winked and said
“Alright, I’ll leave you here
But you’d better hurry up and choose which of those bills you want
Before they all disappear”
“I’m gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you’ll be”
Judas pointed down the road
And said, “Eternity!”

“Eternity?” said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
“That’s right,” said Judas, “Eternity
Though you might call it ‘Paradise’”
“I don’t call it anything”
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
“All right,” said Judas Priest
“I’ll see you after a while”

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feeling low and mean
When just then a passin' stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, “Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father's deceased?
Well, if you are, there’s a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest”

“Oh, yes, he is my friend”
Said Frankie Lee in fright
“I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight”
“Yes, that’s the one,” said the stranger
As quiet as a mouse
“Well, my message is, he’s down the road
Stranded in a house”

Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked
He dropped everything and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
“What kind of house is this,” he said
“Where I have come to roam?”
“It’s not a house,” says Judas Priest
“It’s not a house, it’s a home”

Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over ev’rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there staring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman’s face in ev’ry one

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful, bounding leap
And, foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst

No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except, of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along, alone
With his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
“Nothing is revealed”

Well, the moral of this story
The moral of this song
Is simply that one should never be
Where one does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carrying somethin'
Help him with his LOAD
And don’t go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road

The Weight! Great choice!

A sprightly 67

She's YOUR Lover Now -- Bob Dylan

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The pawnbroker roared,
Also, so, so did the landlord
The scene was so crazy, Wasn't it?
Both were so glad,
To watch me destroy what I had
Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?
Why didn't you just leave me
If you didn't want to stay?
Why'd you have to treat me so bad?
Did it have to be that way?
Now you stand here expectin' me
To remember something you forgot to say

Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well
That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell?
Somebody better explain
She's got her iron chain,
I'd do it, but I just can't remember how
You talk to her
She's YOUR lover now.

I already assumed
That we were in the felony room
But I ain't a judge, you don't have to be nice to me
Will you please tell that
To your friend in the cowboy hat
You know he keeps on sayin' everything twice to me
You know I was straight with you
You know I never tried to change you in any way
You know if you didn't want to be with me
That you didn't have to stay.
Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget.
Honey, what can I say?

And you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?
I see you kiss her on the cheek everytime she gives a speech
With her picture books of the pyramid
And her postcard of billy the kid
why must evrybody bow?
You better talk to her about it
You're her lover now.

Oh everybody that cares Is goin' up the castle stairs
But I'm not up in your castle, honey,
It's true, I can't recall San Francisco at all
I can't even rember El Paso, uh , honey
You never had to be faithful
I didn't want you to grieve
Oh, why was it so hard to you
If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave?
Now you stand here
while your finger's goin' up my sleeve

An' you, just what do you do, anyway?
Ain't there nothing you can say?
She'll be standin' on the bar soon
With a fish head an' a harpoon
An' a fake beard plastered on her brow
You'd better do somethin' quick
She's YOUR lover now.

Oh, why must I fall into this sadness?
Do I look like Charles Atlas?
Do you think I still got what you still got, baby?
My voice is really warm
It's just that it ain't got no form
But it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot, baby
Oh, YOUR mouth used to be naked,
YOUR eyes used to be so blue
YOUR hurts used to be so nameless
And YOUR tears used to be so few
Now your eyes cry wolf while your mouth cries:
"I'm not scared of animals like you."

And you, there's really nothing about you I can recall
I just saw you that one time and you were just there that's all
But I've already been kissed,
I'm not gonna get into this
I couldn't make it anyhow
You do it for me
You're her lover now

California Stars -- Wilco (song by Woody Guthrie)

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I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I’d give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed, make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers' glass like friendly wine
So I’d give this world just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d love to feel your hand touching mine
And tell me why I must keep working on
Yes, I’d give my life to lay my head tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d like to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed, make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers’ glass like friendly wine
So I’d give this world just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars

So I’d give this world just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
Dream a dream with you

NO ONE -- Ian Hunter

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I used to come home each night to NO ONE - NO ONE
All by myself, turn out the light - NO ONE - NO ONE
One knife, a fork 'n' a spoon
An empty bed in a cold room
Oooh I needed someone - maybe you could help
I called you up, I said "There's NO ONE, baby there's NO ONE else"

No one ever looked twice at me - NO ONE - NO ONE
Take a look at my life - what do you see - NO ONE - NO ONE
Kinda nervous 'n' jealous too - I lose me if I lose you
Just when I was feeling sorry for myself
She called me back, she said, "There's NO ONE, baby there's NO ONE else"

With NO ONE to call you - with NO ONE rootin' for you
With NO ONE to adore you - you'd be lost and alone
With NO ONE to kiss you - with NO ONE to miss you
And always be with you - you would turn into stone

I've been waiting for the longest time
To hold your hand on Sunday
Oooh I needed someone - I saw you and I fell
I called you up, I said, "There's NO ONE - and I'll never want anyone else"

Baby there's NO ONE else
Baby there's NO ONE else
Baby there's NO ONE else
Baby there's NO ONE else

None of Us Are Free -- Ray Charles

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Well you better listen my sisters and brothers
'Cause if you do you can hear
There are voices still calling across the years

And they're all crying across the ocean
And they're crying across the land
And they will till we all come to understand

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free, one of us are chained
None of us are free

And there are people still in darkness
And they just can't see the light
If you don't say it's wrong then that says it right

We got try to feel for each other
Let our brothers know that we care
Got to get the message, send it out loud and clear

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free, one of us are chained
None of us are free

It's a simple truth we all need, just to hear and to see
None of us are free, one of us is chained
None of us are free, now I swear your salvation isn't too hard too find

None of us can find it on our own
We've got to join together in spirit, heart and mind
So that every soul who's suffering will know they're not alone

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free, one of us are chained
None of us are free

If you just look around you
You're gonna see what I say
'Cause the world is getting smaller each passing day

Now it's time to start making changes
And it's time for us all to realize
That the truth is shining real bright right before our eyes

None of us are free
None of us are free
None of us are free, one of us are chained
None of us are free

Cigarettes may be bad for your health, but they're great for this conversation. All such good songs!

These Foolish Things -- Billie Holiday

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A CIGARETTE that bears a lipstick's traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
Still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumblin' words
That told you what my heart meant
A fair ground painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw, you conquered me
When you did that to me
I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of march that made my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you

I'm Black and I'm Proud - James Brown

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Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

Some people say we've got a lot of malice
Some say it's a lot of nerve
But I say we won't quit moving until we get what we deserve
We have been 'buked and we have been scorned
We've been treated bad, talked about as sure as you're born
But just as sure as it takes two eyes to make a pair, ha
Brother we can't quit until we get our share

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

I worked on jobs with my feet and my hands
But all the work I did was for the other man
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beating our head against the wall
And working for someone else

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

Ooh-wee, give it to me
All right, you're out of sight
All night, so tough
You're tough and rough
Ooh-wee, uh, you're killing me

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

We demand a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beating our head against the wall
And working for someone else

We're people, we like the birds and the bees
We'd rather die on our feet
Than be living on our knees

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

All right now, good God
You know we can do the boogaloo
Now we can say with the funky talk, and we do
Sometimes we sing and we talk
You know we jump back and do the camel walk
All right now, all right
All right

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

We demand a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beating our head against the wall
And working for someone else

We're people, we like the birds and the bees
We'd rather die on our feet
Than be living on our knees

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

Ooh-wee, you're killing me
All right, you're out of sight
All right, you're out of sight
Ooh-wee, ah
Ooh-wee, you're killing me
Ooh-wee

Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!
Say it LOUD: I'm black and I'm proud!

The World Is Going WRONG -- The Mississippi Sheiks

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Strange things have happened
That never before
My baby told me
I would have to go

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone WRONG

Feel bad this mornin'
Ain't got no home
No use a-worryin'
'Cause the world gone WRONG

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone WRONG

I told you, baby
Right to your head
If I did leave ya, I would
Have to kill you dead

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone WRONG

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone WRONG

If you have a woman
And she don't be kind
Pray to the good Lord, to
Get her off your mind

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone WRONG

Then, when you've been good, now
Can't do no more
Just tell her kindly
There is the front door

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey, because the world's gone WRONG

Pack up my suitcase
Give me my hat
No use to ask me, babe because
I'll never be back

I can't be good no more
Once like I did before
I can't be good, baby
Honey because the world's gone WRONG

Two Soldiers

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He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy,
His voice was low with pain.
"I'll do your bidding, comrade mine,
If I ride back again.
But if you ride back and I am left,
You'll do as much for me,
Mother, you know, must hear the news,
So write to her tenderly.

"She's waiting at home like a patient SAINT,
Her fond face pale with woe.
Her heart will be broken when I am gone,
I'll see her soon, I know."
Just then the order came to charge,
For an instance hand touched hand.
They said, "Aye," and away they rode,
That brave and devoted band.

Straight was the track to the top of the hill,
The rebels they shot and shelled,
Plowed furrows of death through the toiling ranks,
And guarded them as they fell.
There soon came a horrible dying yell
From heights that they could not gain,
And those whom doom and death had spared
Rode slowly back again.

But among the dead that were left on the hill
Was the boy with the curly hair.
The tall dark man who rode by his side
Lay dead beside him there.
There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl
The words that her lover had said.
Momma, you know, awaits the news,
And she'll only know he's dead.

A Polaroid from the 1980s

Stage Fright. by The Band

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Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and FAME
Since that day he ain't been the same

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
And he got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again

I've got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death
Said, "You can make it in your disguise
Just never show the fear that's in your eyes"

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
And he got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again

Now if he says that he's afraid
Take him at his word
And for the price that the poor boy has paid
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh

Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry
Fancy people go driftin' by
The moment of truth is right at hand
Just one more nightmare you can stand

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
And he got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again

You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm
Please, don't make him stop, hmm hmm
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm
Let him start all over again

Too Much Monkey BUSINESS by Chuck Berry

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Runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill
Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

Salesman talkin' to me, tryin' to run me up a creek
Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week, ahh
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

Blonde haired good lookin', tryin' to get me hooked
Want me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

Same thing every day, gettin' up, goin' to school
No need for me to complain, my objection's overruled, ahh
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

Pay phone, something wrong, dime gone, will mail
Order suit, hoppered up for telling me a tale, ahh
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

Been to Yokohama, been fightin' in the war
Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car, aah
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Don't want your botheration, get away, leave me
Too much monkey business for me

My Own Version of You -- by Bob Dylan

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All through the summers, into January
I've been visiting morgues 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
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 Scarface Pacino and The Godfather Brando
Mix it up in a tank and get a robot commando
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 at 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 weep for me"
I'm saying to hell to all things that I 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 to 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 moonlight 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 were sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back before England or America were made
Step right into the burning 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
Show me your ribs, I'll stick in the knife
Gonna jumpstart my creation to life
I wanna bring someone to life, turn back the years
Do it with laughter and do it with tears

Hey Big SPENDer -- Shirley Bassey

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The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction
A real big SPENDer
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?

So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey, big SPENDer
SPEND a little time with me

Wouldn't you like to have fun? Fun? Fun?
How's about a few laughs? Laughs?
I could show you a good time
Let me show you a good time

The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction
A real big SPENDer
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?

So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey, big SPENDer!
Hey, big SPENDer!
Hey, big SPENDer
SPEND a little time with me

Songwriters: Dorothy Fields, Cy Coleman