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And we have some more:

I'm learning

I'm yearning

I'm burning

All your stuff

But that's not enough

- Barenaked Ladies, "Thanks That Was Fun"

Now that you've deceived me

And played my name around

And hung those nasty flyers

On all the buildings in town

Dribbled my possessions

In a ring around the earth

And bought and sold my self control

For less than it was worth

Now I know the reason

I'm feeling so forlorn

I'll pick you up at eight as usual

Listen for my horn

- Phish, "Horn"

The bit about the flyers blows me away, as does the way the narrator admits to his dependance in the third verse.

Aloha,

Brad

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We Can Talk - The Band

Shows that Richard Manuel is as potent a lyricist as Dylan and Robbie Robertson. Of course the song wouldn't be half as strong without Richard, Levon and Rick singing in unison.

D Em7 D G

We can talk about it now

A

It's that same old riddle only starting from the middle

D Em D G

I'd fix it but I don't know how

A

Well, we could try to reason but you might think it's treason

G

One voice for all

F E7 A

Echoing across the hall

Bm G

Don't give up on father clock

A D A

We can talk about it now

D Em D G

Come, let me show you how

A

To keep the wheels turnin' you've got to keep the engine churnin'

D Em D G

Did you ever milk a cow

A

I had the chance one day but I was all dressed up for Sunday

G F

Everybody, everywhere

E7 A

Do you really care

Bm G

Pick up your heads and walk

A D G7

We can talk about it now

C E7 F

It seems to me we've been holding something underneath our tongues

C E7

I'm afraid if you ever got a pat on the back

F G

It would likely burst your lungs

A E7 A E7

Woh, stop me, if I should sound kinda down in the mouth

A E7 A

But I'd rather be burned in Canada than to freeze here in the south

D Em Dm G

Pulling that eternal plough

A

We've got to find a sharper blade or have a new one made

D Em D G

Rest awhile and cool your brow

A

Don't need it, no need to slave, the whip is in the grave

G F

No salt, no trance

E7 A

It's safe now to take a backward glance

Bm G

The leaves have turned to chalk

A D A D

We can talk about it now,

A D

We can talk about it now

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richard manuel's mom's old house is three doors down from mine in stratford. he used to play piano at my church. of course that was way before my time, but my parents have some great memories of that.

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What a crazy topic this has become.

[sung by Smurfs in unison]

La la la-la la la,

Sing a happy song.

La la la-la la la,

Smurf your whole day long.

[Whistled]

La la la-la la la

[Papa Smurf speaks]

Smurf along with me!

[Whistled]

La la la-la la la

[Papa Smurf speaks]

Simple as can be.

[sung by Smurfs in unison]

Next time you're feeling blue just let a smile begin,

Happy things will come to you...

[smurfette speaks]

So smurf yourself a grin!

[Ominous Gargamel music]

[Gargamel speaks]

Oooooo I hate Smurfs!

[Azrael meows]

[Gargamel speaks]

I'll get you, I'll get all of you if it's the last thing I ever do! hehehehe!

[sung by Smurfs in unison]

La la la-la la la,

Now you know the tune,

[Harmony Smurf plays the "la la la-la la la" tune (barely) on his off key trumpet]

[sung by Smurfs in unison, accentuated for finale]

You'll be Smurfing soon!

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The nerve, bouche, saying how crazy this topic has become and then making us read that whole damn smurf thing.... you should be smurfed upside the head! Roger Waters was always one of my favorite lyricists (back in my, "whoa man, they wrote that song for us man, fer when yer on weed!" phase)....

"You radiate cold shards of broken glass..."

R. Waters

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