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Your Word
05:29
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You talk like a politician
Or a guy who sells used cars
Or a guy who says he doesn't want your money
Or a guy who tell stories in bars
You sound oh so confident
Like you really believe what you say
Where's the truth
Where's the lie
What does it matter anyway
Your word it means nothing to me
I've seen your face on the TV
And on the covers of magazines
Whenever something is going on
You always make those scenes
Some say that you're a narcissist
Some say you just speak your mind
Where's the truth
Where's the lie
It's impossible to find
You are just like a rock star
And you just love the fame
Whenever you walk into a room
People shout and scream your name
Some say you make them happy
Some say you're a passing phase
Where's the truth
Where's the lie
Who knows the difference these days
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2. |
Let's Do This Thing
04:20
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Come on baby put your left foot in
And shake it all around
Are you ready to cut loose
Lift yourself up off of the ground
The only thing that's holding you back
Is your irrational fear
So put all your fears on hold
And get your big bad booty in gear
Now when I call you up
Don't you tell me what you can't do
There's only so much time on the clock
Don't you waste it all being untrue
Let's do this thing, let's do it today
Let's do this thing
Dig it, do it right away
Don't you know that I am hungry as hell
I could eat horse
Will you please whip me one up
It'll be the first course
Then I wanna go and hit the town
Take in a few shows
The only thing that's impossible
Is the impossibility of crows
Tired of hearing all your lame excuses
It's getting pretty old
The world will turn one way or the other
Lo and behold
You know you got yourself a choice here
This ain't no dictatorship
At least it's not one yet, baby
So get on down on a funky tip
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It was a cold, cold winter
The snow never stopped coming down
We had nowhere to go, no
No nothing happening all over town
We stayed in our tiny room
Never bothered to turn on the light
It was her and me under the blankets
Every single day and every night
This photograph is my proof
There was that afternoon
When things were still good between us
And she embraced me, oh yes she did
And we were so happy
It did happen, she did love me
Look see for yourself
We sent out for our groceries
Let the trash pile up on the floor
Moved the chairs and the dresser
So we couldn't get out the front door
Made lots of loving, plowed through a stack of magazines
Fell asleep in the afternoons, ate a bag of jelly beans
I'm not sentimental but I sure do miss those days
I remember her laughter
And the way she could turn a phrase
I'm not sentimental but I sure wish that we go back
Just for that little something-something
That these days seem to lack
Yeah I still have that picture
Even though it is faded with time
It really caught that moment in a way that's truly sublime
I am there smiling and you can see her smiling too
Too bad we had to leave it behind
And bid each other a sad adieu
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4. |
Lemon Avenue
03:11
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The rent was cheap
Didn't have much stuff
And the stuff I had
Was just enough
Life was easy, life was good
Had all I needed in that neighborhood
Sometimes I long for those good old days
And all the mischief we'd go through
Just me and friends
Just me and friends
Down on Lemon Avenue
Had a mattress down on the floor
Didn't ever lock my front door
My shelves were made of bricks and boards
It was like living in the House of Lords
Spent my days with my friend Jeff
We had a band
Nearly made me deaf
We played some gigs
And we got paid
And sometimes after we got laid
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5. |
The Bubblegum Blues
03:54
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I got chewed up, I got spit out
I got blown up, I got blown out
I'm stuck to a dirty old shoe
What else can a poor boy do
I got them bubblegum blues
I'm a huge mass
I taste odd
Once I was minty, now I'm a big ol' wad
I'm stuck to a dirty old shoe
What else can I do
I got them bubblegum blues
I had a lot of flavor
Where did it all go
I taste kind of strange now
I taste like dough
I am used up, I’m all spent
Toss me out
I only cost a cent, I’m stuck to a dirty old shoe
What else can I do
I got them bubblegum blues
Pop-pop-pop
Lip-smack
Oh yeah
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6. |
Forevermore
05:58
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You said there was a present coming in the mail
I should look for it tomorrow
It will come without fail
You said that I would love it
Yeah, that was your claim
But to my surprise the present never came
What about your promise
What about your word
You laughed at me and said
I was being absurd
I said, Nothing means nothing
Then I slammed the door
Forevermore
I asked you what had happened
To my present in the mail
You had said that it was coming
Coming without fail
You said I was mistaken
Must be out of my head
Yeah, I must have misheard
Exactly what you said
You like to build my hopes up
Make me think you're great
But the only thing I feel, yeah
Is deep-seated hate
Well you can keep your presents
No thank you
Don't need you in my life
We are done and through
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7. |
Real Gritty Nitty
04:31
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Well I look in the mirror and who do I see
A crazy old man looking back at me
He seems to follow my every move
I bang on a drum and he gets in the groove
I wish that I could make him go away
But it looks like he is here to stay
Get on down to the real gritty nitty
Well I used it be young but now I am old
My story no longer waits to be told
All my glory days are far behind
And the women I see pay they me no mind
I sit all alone in the back of the bus
In the spot reserved for a crazy old cuss
Well nobody sees me and nobody cares
I'm a crazy old man giving crazy old stares
I sit around eating apple sauce
Used to give a damn now I don't give a toss
Let the world be run by a Gameboy kid
Will he do better than this old man did
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8. |
Outside, Over There
04:34
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Every morning I'd look out my window
To see what I could see
I believed there was another time
And another place just waiting for me
All I had to do was get myself out there
Not live like some forever wannabe
It was outside, over there
I thought this can't be it
This can't be all
No, this can't be the whole story
What about the promise of a promised land
And all that guts and all that glory
I was looking for a perfect world
Where everything was hunky dory
Every night I'd dream the same dream
And awaken to the same nightmare
Used to get me so goddamn down
Spent all my time shouting, Unfair
Still I believed there was a another time
And another place
Outside, over there
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9. |
My Old Blue Heart
06:04
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Sometimes the weight of the world
Presses down so hard
It threatens to break me in two
And leave me scarred
I'm not as resilient
As I used to be
I feel like my limbs
Are like a broken old tree
My old blue heart
It bleeds red
My blood is like a river
Over a riverbed
My old blue heart
It beats so true
It beats for you
It beats for you
True blue
I still think about you
Mostly late at night
While the rest of the world is sleeping
I leave on a light
I pray for your safe return
Though I know you won't be back
How many years has it been
I can't keep track
You needed to find
Your own special way
Wherever that took you
You could not say
I tried to understand
And I let you go
Where are you now
I just don't know
I just don't know
I heard from some friends
That you moved out west
You cut off your hair
And you're still on your quest
Some say you are happy
Some say you've found peace
That may be good for you
But for me the longing it just won't cease
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10. |
Marianna's Dance
03:20
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It made me wanna laugh
You bounced around your room
Like a rubber-necked giraffe
Loved that crazy look on your face
And the way you knocked your knees
You tromped around in your underwear
Moving any which way you please
Oh Marianna
How I love to watch you dance
You seem kind of goofy
Even though I don't know you well
You make independent movies
And I think that they're pretty darn swell
You look hip and together
You speak in a Scottish brogue
You wear your funky sunglasses
You could be on the cover of Vogue
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11. |
Wonder Wheel
07:28
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The sun goes down and a fog rolls in
A wind picks up and the dream begins
Your eyes are stars
You look surreal
We make our way to the Wonder Wheel
Up and down the wheel does grind
Round and round
In this Coney Island of the mind
High and low with all mankind
We spin and spin
In this Coney Island of the mind
We hop on board, strap on in
Take in the lights across Brooklyn
We get so high on this ring of steel
Don't want to come down
From this Wonder Wheel
Hold my hand
Won't you please, please hold my hand
Hold my hand
Don't you know your wish is my command
Don't let go
Please don't you ever let me go
Don't let go
If you do I may fall down below
Over and through, we’re intertwined
Never let go of this Coney Island of the mind
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12. |
In a Waltzing Time
03:47
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We can fight each other
For what good it will do
Or we hold one another
In a little dance for two
You won't listen to reason
And I won't listen to rhyme
But somehow we must come together
In a waltzing time
In a waltzing time
We can build steep fences
Put barbed wiring on top
Or we can embrace each other
And do a little Lindy hop
What is the sense in hating
Hating's such a crime
Let's just come together
In a waltzing time
We can wreak freakin' havoc
From fall into the spring
Or we can love one another
And get ourselves into the swing
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