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Late for church again

Never seem to be on time

Hear the bells as they peal through the holler

Doesn't sound like a friend of mine

A hundred eyes turn as I enter

Face burnin' as I walk past pews

I can tell they think I'm a sinner

Hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes

Only seat left is right up front

I'm not a bit surprised

Back is soft but the seat is hard

Why can't they get it right?

Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger

Mom and Dad follow every last word

All this hollerin' makes me wonder

Does a whispered prayer get heard?

Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder

Fire and brimstone pouring down

Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner

Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round

Everybody's got their own Heaven

They all find it their own way

I am an angel

Late For Church

-D.B.T

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Yet another late night drive

Tell me brother, can you keep it between the lines

We got so far to go, feels like we're going slow

Don't even bother to read the signs

Kickin' like a chicken it hittin' and

a-flickin' it

Doin' what you can just to stay awake

Dippin' it and sippin' it, tailgate birdie

flippin' it

Flashing over the trucker with the stinky brakes

Because we're hepped up on goofballs

Gotta look out for each other

Hepped up on goofballs

The sisters and the brothers

Hepped up on goofballs

We own this late night road

Hepped up on goofballs

Hauling the motherload

boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka

we he he he

boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka

We he he

boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka

We he he he

boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka boop-a-chicka

We he he

Yet another mindless cruise

One with the wheel as we pay our dues

Still so far to go, feels like we're going slow

One mile closer to the snooze

Rockin' it, never stoppin' it, Cap'n Kirk

and Spock'n it

Transforming the road into the holodeck

Crunchin' it and punchin' it, casually lunchin' it

Doin' what you can to avoid the wreck

Yet another 10 weeks away from home

Market's smothered, cussin' out the dead cell phone

Not so far to go, we're through with goin' slow

I know what it is like to be a rolling stone

Alfalfa and Spanky all dressed up looking swanky

Hallucinatin' on the back of a diesel mack

Singin' it and ringin' it, ?show up engine

tingin' it?

Politely slice through eternal black

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[Alabama Man, your contributions to this thread are - and have always been, other aliases included - invaluable]

you used to say i had what it takes

i think i did if you meant: 'too little too late'

but by the by the looks that i'm gettin'

i made some big mistakes

and i'd thought you said i was great

shoot straight and give it my best try

i made my heart as hard as nails

that may be the way you live your life

but it almost got me killed

darling i'm not givin' in

that happened miles ago,

i heard the north star saying

kid, you're so lost even i can't bring you home

did you think that we were going to last?

honey you know you don't have to answer that ..

half of that was my kind of joke,

but i don't remember which half.

i didn't know how blue i'd get,

i didn't know how i'd get blamed for it,

i didn't choose to go down this road,

no one chooses to be sick.

i'm saying everything is fine

by the look in my eye,

but you know darling

half of what a man says is a lie

it's your last chance to forget me now

then it's done for good

you always said i'd make it out,

but somehow darling -- i knew i never would.

hear it here

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[flooding ...]

I think I saw you riding in a car,

You looked happy for a woman

Black fingers in your mouth and a white,

And a white pearl choker.

My head plays it over and over,

Don't interrupt me.

I think I saw you reaching for a glass,

With your lanky white arms,

Nothing else moves that way, are you kidding me?

My head plays it over and over,

Don't interrupt me.

All dolled-up in straps, all colored in

Now, love, where have you been?

Dolled-up in straps, all colored in

Now, love, where have you been?

Where have you been?

I think I saw you walking in the city,

Hips like a boy's,

The sun fell behind you and never stood up.

My head plays it over and over.

I think I heard you singing,

'Oh poor sky, don't cry on me

Did somebody break your heart again?

Oh poor sky, don't cry on me

Are you gonna fall apart again?'

My head plays it over and over.

All dolled-up in straps, all colored in

Now, love, where have you been?

Dolled-up in straps, all colored in

Now, love, where have you been?

Where have you been?

Oh poor sky, don't cry on me

Did somebody break your heart again?

Oh poor sky, don't cry on me

Did somebody break your heart again?

Oh poor sky, don't cry on me

Are you gonna fall apart again?

Oh poor sky, don't cry on me

Are you gonna fall apart again?

hear it here

r

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I guess I'll never grow a sideburn, it's a shame with all I've got to go between.

I hope somebody's cause takes soon, it's getting hard to find a place a rube can sing.

Momma said a lot of things and "Be thankful" was the one she never minded saying twice.

Thanks to her I can think clear enough to be thankful that she died before tonight.

Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.

If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.

Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.

And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide.

Saving everybody takes a man on a mission with a swagger that can set the world at ease.

Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger, and the other dumping water in the street.

Talking tough is easy when it's other people's evil and you're judging what they do and don't believe.

Seems to me you'd have to have a hole in your own to point a finger at somebody else's sheet.

Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.

If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.

Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.

And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide.

I don't know how much good it does a man to keep on telling him how good it is he's free.

Free to wash his ghost down the drain, free from them to tell him that there's no such thing.

Baby, every bone in my body's gone to jumping like they're gonna to come through my skin.

If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they did.

Skeletons ain't got nowhere to stick their money, nobody makes britches that size.

And besides you're a ghost to most before they notice that you ever had a hair or a hide.

DBmuthafuckin'T

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Whiskey helps to clear my head

Bring it with you into bed

If I beat you nearly dead

I'll regret it all in the morning

I'm so drunk I couldn't care

If that's a wig or your own hair

Here's my ticket, take me there

I'll regret it all in the morning

I'll regret it all in the morning

When I see your smiling face

I'd rather be in any place but here

The years have left their mark

Your skin feels smooth as bark

As we shiver in the dark

I'll regret it all in the morning

As you gaze around in fright

With your knuckles turning white

You're a lonely, lonely sight

To wake up to in the morning

This is no way to exist

With a girl who keeps a list

Naming all the boys she's missed

And she's longed for in the morning

I'll regret it all in the morning

When I see your smiling face

I'd rather be in any place but here

Now the room is spinning fast

And it fades away at last

And this empty night is past

I'll regret it all in the morning

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Hammer and ripsaw, the waves keep a-risin'

Step up and tell us the name of your poison

I took a step forward, fell out of my hat

At the sign in the window saying "Take What You Lack"

I went to inquire just about how much pain

Was needed to purchase the keys to the rain

I mean, who do you think is gonna believe it

When you tell them you got the keys to the rain?

Sweet Mary was walking her dogs in the fire

Singing some tune called "My Hope And Desire"

Her tears were like needles that hung on a chain

She didn't ask nothing except more of the same

Her blue eye was scarlet, her blind eye was fame

She wore a tattoo that said "Lock Up The Rain"

But I mean, who do you ever get to believe it

When you tell them you got the keys to the rain?

Yo no soy marinero, por tu sere (note 1)

Por tu sere, por tu sere

Para bailar a La Bamba

Se necesita un poco de gracia

The prodigal son steals off in the night

He done it before and it worked out all right

He took a wrong turning, wound up in a ditch

He could have done worse, though, and ended up rich

His songs were cut open and found to be clay

The hope of the future served up on a tray

I mean, who do you think is gonna believe it

When you tell them you got the keys to the rain?

You caught me and held me and called me your own

Then kicked in my teeth and left with my bone

Now I know you ain't little, but I ain't that small

And you had surprise on your side, after all

So I'm making a wish, I never done that before

This is the first time and I hope there ain't more

But just who do you think is gonna believe it

When you tell them you got the keys to the rain

The just and the crippled both push up the flowers

And nothing remains but the song of the hours

I hope you can dig it I know that you will

But please don't run hide when I come with my bill

And before you get trying this noose on for size

It's so quick to fall, yes, and so slow to rise

And who do you think you'll get to believe you

When you tell them you got the keys to the rain?

Yeah, who do you think you're gonna get to believe it

When you tell them you got the keys to the rain?

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I'm callin' this song for tonight...

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

You'll never tame him darling and you know

He'll break your heart in two

And after that he still ain't through

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

Up till dawn and drinking every night

Bailin' him out in the morning after another bar room fight

Cook for him a supper he will never see

Briefcase-totin' boy you know he'll never be

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

You'll never tame him darling and you know

He'll break your heart in two

And after that he still ain't through

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

Wonderin' if the car is wrecked, if he's dead or not

He'll meet you at the ballet after just one more Jaegermeister shot

That five hundred bucks you loaned him that you will never see

Briefcase-totin' boy you know he'll never be

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

You'll never tame him darling and you know

He'll break your heart in two

And after that he still ain't through

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

Finding him in the morning passed out on the kitchen floor

He explains that's where he fell down when he came in the door

After all of this my darling ain't it plain to see

That old whisky drinking, bluegrass listening, Carhartt wearing, all night roaming rambler he'll always be.

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

You'll never tame him darling and you know

He'll break your heart in two

And after that he still ain't through

There's still ramblin' in the rambler let him go

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Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move

Awake but cannot open my eyes

And the weight is crushing down on my lungs

I know I can't breathe

And hope someone will save me this time

And your mother's still calling you insane and high

Swearing it's different this time

And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her

And that god never blessed her insides

Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things

And crawl back into bed to dream of a time

When your heart was open wide and you love things just because

Like the sick and dying

And sometimes when you're on

You're really fucking on

And your friends they sing along

And they love you

But the lows are so extreme

That the good seems fucking cheap

And it teases you for weeks in its absence

But you'll fight and you'll make it through

You'll fake it if you have to

And you'll show up for work with a smile

And you'll be better

You'll be smarter

More grown up and a better daughter or son

And a real good friend

And you'll be awake

You'll be alert

You'll be positive though it hurts

And you'll laugh and embrace all of your friends

And you'll be a real good listener

You'll be honest

You'll be brave

You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful

You'll be happy

Your ship may be coming in

You're weak but not giving in

To the cries and the wails of the valley below

Your ship may be coming in

You're weak but not giving in

And you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them

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Fack these guys are incredible!!!!

charlemagne shakes in the streets

gideon makes love to the suites

holly's not invincible

in fact she's in the hospital.

not far from the bar where we met

on that first night.

charlemagne pulls street corner scams

gideon's got a pipe made from a pringles can.

holly's insatiable.

she still looks incredible.

but she don't look like the same girl we met.

on that first night.

she was golden with barlight and beer.

she slept like she'd never been scared.

and then last night

she said words alone never could save us.

and then last night

she cried when she told us about jesus.

holly's inconsolable

unhinged and uncontrollable.

because we can't get as high as we got

on that first night.

boys and girls in america.

don't bother talking to the guys

with the hot soft eyes.

they're already taken.

dont even speak

to all those sequencer and beats boys.

when they kiss they spit white noise.

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Here comes the helicopter -- second time today

Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away

How many kids they've murdered only God can say

If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay

I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate

I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states

And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate

If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate

On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait

To fall down from starvation -- or some less humane fate

Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate

If I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitate

I want to raise every voice -- at least I've got to try

Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes.

Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry

If I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a bitch would die

Bruce Cockburn

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Am I the man I choose to be,

Or just the man I used to be

Am I the man I want to be

This Question, it keeps haunting me

The two, hands of a prayer

together like two hands of a prayer

-Ben Harper

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Baby I remember the way you held my hand

I tried my best to tell you, but you wouldn’t understand

Now I think about you always and to myself I say yer name

The way we were when forever was just another day

I traded yer sweetness for my loneliness

Yer confidence for my own regrets

Yer simple grace for this disarray

That’s my stock and trade while you promenade

Sometime I’m singing to the ceiling

Sometimes I’m talking to the walls

Sometimes I forget this feeling

Ever mattered at all

But in the evening when the sun’s down

There’s sadness on its way

Like a ghost that knows my address

And where I lay

I traded yer sweetness for my loneliness

Yer confidence for my own regrets

Yer simple grace for this disarray

That’s my stock and trade while you promenade

Somehow my losing just comes natural like a southern democrat

Nostalgia haunts my memory and stands in my path

You promenade to the city, you promenade to the shore

The gentlemen say that you are pretty and promenade round the floor

Now I think about you always and to myself I say yer name

The way we were when forever was just another day

I traded yer sweetness for my loneliness

Yer confidence for my own regrets

Yer simple grace for this disarray

That’s my stock and trade while you promenade

Promenade

-The Gourds

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I'm painting, I'm painting again.

I'm painting, I'm painting again.

I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning again.

I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning my brain.

Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.

Pretty soon now, will be a quitter.

Pretty soon now, I will be bitter.

You can't see it 'til it's finished

I don't have to prove...that I am creative!

I dont' have to prove...that I am creative!

All my pictures are confused

And now I'm going to take me to you.

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Well, I've been kicked and beaten,

It don't bother me no more.

Don't offer me no pillows,

When I'm just fine here on the floor

I've so many wounds

That I hope they'll never mend

But I can raise my glass up

For a beer with all my friends

'Cause I'm the Barfly, I like to drink, that's what I do

All these women in the world...

Why did I leave mine when times were so rough

All these women in the world...

Why did I leave mine when times were so rough

But when you left me baby, you left me needing more than enough

Well the ocean's my home

I'm living on the liferaft alone

Well the ocean's my home

I'm living on the liferaft alone

Now they call me flat stir crazy

But I'm just sittin here at the bar flat on my throne

Well I've been kicked and beaten

It don't bother me no more.

Don't offer me no pillows,

When I'm just fine here on the floor

I've so many wounds

That I hope they'll never mend

But I can raise my glass up

For a beer with all my friends

'Cause I'm the Barfly, I like to drink, that's what I do

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pills and powders baby. powders and pills. we spent the night last night in beverly hills. there was this chick that looked like beverly sills. we got killed. tights and skirts baby. skirts and tights. we used to shake it up in shaker heights. there was this chick she looked like patty smythe. she seemed seemed shaky but nice.

she said my name is rick danko but people call me one-hour photo. i've got some hazardous chemicals. drive around to the window. she said my name is robbie robertson but people call me robo. i blew red white and blue right into a tissue. i came right over the counter just to kiss you.

ginger and jack and four or five feminax. psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat. a ray of light in white rayon slacks. we got cracked. shoes and socks baby. socks and shoes. we spent the night last night in newport news. this chick she looked just like elizabeth shue. we got bruised.

she said my name is steve perry but people call me circuit city. i'm so well connected. my upc is dialed into the system. she said my name's neil schon but some people call me nina simone. some people call me andre cymone. i've survived the 80s one time already. and i don't recall them all that fondly.

it was a blockbuster summer. moving pictures helped us get through to september. they made a movie about me and you. it was half nude and half true. it was a bloodsucking summer. i spent half the time trying to get paid from our savior. swishing though the city center. i did a couple favors for some guys who looked like tuscan raiders.

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There once was a note, pure and easy,

Playing so free like a breath rippling by.

The note is eternal, I hear it, it sees me,

Forever we blend it, forever we die.

I listened and I heard music in a word,

And words when you played your guitar.

The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,

And a child flew past me riding in a star.

As people assemble,

Civilization is trying to find a new way to die.

But killing is really merely scene changer,

All men are bored with other men's lives.

I listened and I heard music in a word,

And words when you played your guitar.

The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,

And a child flew past me riding in a star.

Gas on a hillside, oil in the teacup,

Watch all the chords of life lose their joy.

Distortion becomes somehow pure in its wildness,

The note that began all can also destroy.

We all know success when we all find our own dreams,

And our love is enough to knock down any wall.

And the future's been seen as men try to realize,

The simple secret of the note in us all.

I listened and I heard music in a word,

And words when you played your guitar.

The noise that I was hearing was a million people cheering,

And a child flew past me riding in a star.

Today is the day, the sound travels mountains,

Flowing, blowing each man in it's wake.

Destroying itself in the end with vibration,

There's nothing on earth it's challenge can take.

Excepting one note

Excepting one note, pure and easy

Playing so free like a breath rippling by.

Excepting one note, excepting one note

There once was a note, listen

There once was a note, listen

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Do you remember anyone here?

No you don't remember anything at all

I'm sleeping, I'm flat on my back

Never woke up, had no regrets

There's a party in my mind...And it never stops

There's a party up there all the time...They'll

party till they drop

Other people can go home...Other peoplle they can split

I'll be here all the time...I can never quit

Take a walk through the land of shadows

Take a walk through the peaceful meadows

Try not to look so disappointed

It isn't what you hoped for, is it?

There's a party in my mind...And I hope it never stops

I'm stuck here in this seat...I might not stand up

Other people can go home...Everyone else will split

I'll be here all the time...I can never quit

Everything is very quiet

Everyone has gone to sleep

I'm wide awake on memories

There memories can't wait.

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It's a cold, cold moon out tonight

And it's a cold, cold point on your knife

Could I call myself a man if I left by the morning light?

And I'd be 40 miles from Denver when you woke up all alone

I'd be 40 miles from Denver and three days from my home

In that cool mountain air, on an Appalachian trail

Ohh, life is better there

It's a lonely road to travel on

But I've stood here waiting much too long

And I'd rather leave this minute than try to carry on

And I'd be 40 miles from Denver headed east bound on the track

I'd be 40 miles from Denver and trying to get back

To that cool mountain air, on an Appalachian trail

Ohh, life is better there

It's a cold, cold moon out tonight

And it's a cold, cold point on your knife

Could I call myself a man if I left by the morning light?

And I'd be 40 miles from Denver when you woke up all alone

I'd be 40 miles from Denver and three days from my home

In that cool mountain air, on an Appalachian trail

Ohh, life is better there

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Little betty boop's been thinking it over

Kicking it around the whole damn day

wants to view herself as a Casanova

Little betty boop has gone astray

The candlelight scene and still she's bored

cause her coochie can't stand her hand no more

and the rage the former lampshade queen

Finds her taste stuck in-between

Little betty boop's been thinking it over

Kicking it around the whole damn day

wants to view herself as a Casanova

Little betty boop has gone astray

She knew when she was little

Just what it signified

But now as she grows older

It seems to come alive

To stretch out all her wings

Why hold her self belittled

To close her eyes and dream

And drop her guard a little

Little betty boop's been thinking

Gone and straightened her messed up mind

Little betty boop's been thinking

She flipped herself to the other side

Little betty boop's been thinking

Gone and straightened her messed up mind

Little betty boop's been thinking

She flipped herself to the other side

Little betty boop's been thinking it over

Kicking it around the whole damn day

wants to view herself as a Casanova

Little betty boop has gone astray

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You can talk to me

As long as you please

But please let's don't talk

Heart to heart

I can talk to yours

But you can't talk to mine

'Cause mine's outside

In the car

Well I'll just sit right here

And you can buy me a beer

Bend my ear 'til

The teardrops start

Well just stand right there

Or pull up a chair

But this barstool's

Reserved for my heart

Chorus:

Here it comes

Through the door

Trailing blood

Across the floor

Now it climbs

Up its stool

To its place

By its fool

I was shot in the war

Through the clothes that I wore

But I did not get shot

Through my heart

My heart was OK

'Til I lost it one day

To a woman

Who tore it apart

Well I nursed it back

And some say in fact

That it's better

Than it was at the start

Well just stand right there

Or pull up a chair

But this barstool's

Reserved for my heart

Chorus

Aloha,

Brad

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The river rolls and the river winds

And it seems to do something for my peace of mind

Though I didn't know it, I came here looking to find

A place to forget about my troubles for awhile

I saw a mother with her little baby when I was walking here

There's something 'bout a little baby that makes me laugh

They don't seem to have a care

And I wonder if I'm ever gonna feel that way again

Until then, I'll find some time to spend down by the river

I spend a lot of time looking forward

Looking back and looking down at my feet upon the ground

I fell backwards and when I opened my eyes

I found myself staring straight up in the sky

And it seemed like there was something there to learn

When I realized I had nowhere else to be

And the only sound that mattered was the wind that blowed so gentle through the trees

Such a harmony down by the river

Well I heard music, it was soft and clear

And I sang out for the first time, I didn't care who would hear

Because I found my answers in the wind and waves

And the magic in the little things that happen every day

And I played that tune on my old mandolin

And I didn't hurt at all for company

Because the river likes to sing along and knows the words to every song I play

Such a lovely day down by the river

Such a lovely day...

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