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When it's cold, it comes slow

When it's warm, just watch it grow

All around me

it is here, it is now

Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down

Like the supper, it is cooking in your home town

it is chicken, it is eggs, it is in between your legs

it is walking on the moon, leaving your cocoon

it is the jigsaw, it is purple haze

it never stays in one place, but it's not a passing faze

it is in the single's bar, in a distance of the face

it is in between the cages, it is always in a space

it is here, it is now

Any rock can be made to roll

If you've enough of it to pay the toll

it has no home in words or gold

Not even in your favourite hole

it is hope for the dope

That rides a horse without a hoof

it is shaken not stirred,

Cocktails on the roof

When you eat right thru' it, you see everything alive

it is inside the spirit, with enough grit to survive

If you think it's pretentious, you've been taken for a ride

Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide

it is here, it is now

it is Real. it is Rael

'Cos it's only knock and know-all, but I like it

Yes it's only knock and know-all, but I like it

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I wish that you would move to the sun

'Cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air

And we know that can't be done

I wish that you would cheat with someone

'Cause you're like diggin' holes in water

And we know that can't be done

Bravery and stupidity go hand in hand

I guess that makes me the bravest man

I was quick to learn but slow to understand

Well, what can you do

My theories are borrowed from somewhere else

And I never had too many to talk about

But you were real quick, you were quick to point out

Well, that was borrowed too

I wish that you would move to the sun

'Cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air

And we know that can't be done

I wish that you would cheat with someone

'Cause you're like diggin' holes in water

And we know that can't be done

Bravery and stupidity go hand in hand

And I guess that makes me the bravest man

I was quick to learn but slow to understand

Well, what can you do

Rhetoric and smalltalk are marching on

And I probably am the biggest pawn

'Cause I was quick to talk and the first to carry on

Well, what can you do

You need a permit if you're gonna build sh!t

And you can't get one so nothing gets built

And your house is standing on a foot and a half of silt

I wish that you would move to the sun

'Cause you're like diggin' holes in thin air

And we know that can't be done

I wish that you would cheat with someone

'Cause you're like diggin' holes in water

And we know that can't be done

Rhetoric and smalltalk are marching on

And I probably am the biggest pawn

'Cause I was quick to talk and the first to carry on

Well, what can you do

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Things I don't remember

How the hell'd we get here?

How the hell did we get here?

Things I don't remember

Dressed up alligators.

How'd the hell we get here?

Things I don't remember

There was dressed up alligator.

There was come on the piano

Disco dancing neighbors

Who were born in mashed potatoes

Caught with our pants down

Hiding in the doghouse

Figured out what we're good for

You're the sailor and I'm the port

Things I don't remember

We undressed for the tailor.

Your skin was lightly salted

Opened up a can of loud mouth malted

High fives in your eyes

Pushed the gas and now I'm kissin' your thighs

Looking for a purpose

How the hell'd we get here?

There were things I don't remember

There was messed up alligator

There were endless conversations

No one's mouths were really moving

All them dumpsters overflowing

All my intentions.

Things I don't remember

I figured out what I'm good for

Making anything look better

How the hell could I blame her?

Even then I was a savior

There were jokes

Every hand was tipped in subliminal sand

Things I don't remember

There was undressed for the tailor

There are jokes

There were disco dancing neighbors

They were born in mashed potatoes

There was no town, Motown

There were things I don't remember

Dressed up alligator

How the hell'd we get here?

How the hell'd we get here?

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here's some of my most favorite lyrics of all time,some very old dead,actually they were the Warlocks at this point:

I'm flying down deserted streets

Wrapped in mother's winding sheets

Asbestos boots on flaming feet

Dreaming of forbidden treats

When uniforms on nighttime beats

Ask me where I'm going and what I eat

I answer them with a voice so sweet

Chorus

I can't come down, it's plain to see

I can't come down, I've been set free

Who you are and what you do don't make no difference to me

Well someone trying to tell me where it's at

And how I do this and why I do that

With secret smiles like a Cheshire cat

And leather wings like a vampire bat

I fly away to my cold water flat

And eat my way through a bowl of fat

And I say to the man with the funny hat

[chorus]

They say I've begun to lose my grip

My hold on reality is starting to slip

They tell me to get off this trip

They say that it's like a sinking ship

Life's sweet wine's too warm to sip

And if I drink I'll surely flip

I just say as I take a nip

[chorus]

So as I dream of forgotten seas

And granite halls and redwood trees

And of the eye that only sees

Endless mirrors and infinite me's

About the winter's coming freeze

This afterthought I say with ease

To all of you who made your pleas

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heres another good one for the times

its from Mother McCree's Uptown Jug Champions

Oh cocaine habit mighty bad

It's the worst old habit I ever had

Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

I went to Mr Beaman's in a lope

Saw a sign on the window said no more dope

Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

Since cocaine went out of style

You can catch them shooting needles all the while

Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

If you don't think coke is mighty good

Ask Alma Rose at Minglewood (note 1)

Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

I love my whiskey, I love my gin

But the way I love my coke is a doggone sin

Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

I strut my stuff long as you please (note 2)

But it takes a little coke to give me ease

Hey, hey, honey take a whiff on me

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I'm writing a song all about you

A true song, as real as my tears

But you've no need to fear it

No-one will hear it

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year

I'll tell all about how you cheated

I'd like for the whole world to hear

I'd like to get even

With you, 'cause you're leavin'

But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year

It's a good thing that I'm not a star

You don't know how lucky you are

Though my record may say it

No-one will play it

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year

Aloha,

Brad

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Eating snow flakes with plastic forks

And a paper plate of course, you think of everything

Short love with a long divorce

And a couple of kids of course

They don't mean anything

Live in trailers with no class

goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing

Taking heartache with hard work

Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can't do anything

And I shout that you're all fakes

And you should have seen the look on your face

And I guess that's what it takes

When comparing your bellyaches

And it's been a long time

Which agrees with this watch of mine

And I know that I miss you, and I'm sorry

if I dissed you

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LITTLE BIRD, LITTLE BIRD - Rheostatics 2067, lyrics by Dave

Where did you fly, little bird, little bird? How long till I might see A view of the world, little world, The marching of industry? Those smokestack stains Red and purple planes Blood on a flag unfurled.

A screaming sound when we hit the ground

To walk with me, walking through the wicked world.

How hard the sun, little bird, little bird? How deep the winter freeze?

How strong am I, missing words, missing words

To tell you how scared I feel?

Of an arstists fake Or a sadists rake Scars on a teenage girl

A slow parade for the price we paid To walk with me, walking through the wicked world.

Through the fire and the flood, I'll staunch the blood

Put your face to my face, take her place, its allright We are drunk on our death, bed of arms, bed of ice

I never learned how to dance Is this Poland or FRance?

How hard the sun, little bird, little bird? How deep the blood and bone?

How strong am I, missing words, missing words To tell you how scared I feel?

Of a rusted saw And an iron jaw Screams of a dead mans dream

But my country and my family know To walk with me, walking through the wicked world.

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When I woke up this morning, things were lookin' bad

Seem like total silence was the only friend I had

Bowl of oatmeal tried to stare me down... and won

And it was twelve o'clock before I realized

That I was havin' .. no fun

Chorus:

But fortunately I have the key to escape reality

And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile

It don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while

Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone

No I'm just tryin' to have me some fun

Last time I checked my bankroll,

It was gettin' thin

Sometimes it seems like the bottom

Is the only place I've been

I Chased a rainbow down a one-way street... dead end

And all my friends turned out to be insurance salesmen

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I sat down in my closet with all my overalls

Tryin' to get away

From all the ears inside my walls

I dreamed the police heard

Everything I thought... what then?

Well I went to court

And the judge's name was Hoffman

Ah but fortunately I have the key to escape reality

And you may see me tonight with an illegal smile

It don't cost very much, but it lasts a long while

Won't you please tell the man I didn't kill anyone

No I'm just tryin' to have me some fun

Well done, hot dog bun, my sister's a nun

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I’ve been confiding my confessions

To the grackles and the coffee and the cottons in my crimes

I been turning my directions

To the image of the graceful like the smoke on the vine

Can’t you hear me when I tell you

Although my heart is grievous I make rhymes

Are you ailing or are you crying

Out to Jesus for to make a bed to lie.

Name your sons after bombs yer daughters after bugs

Elijah make a bed for to lay them down upon

For they may not know the How or the why to make it home

To-night Tonight

I been imbibing my prescriptions

Like the lover of the coward and the peacock and the crow

I been singing with discretion

To the black snakes and the baby and the only woman I know

Can’t you hear me when I tell you

Although my heart is grievous I make rhymes

Are you ailing or are you crying

Out to Jesus for to make a bed to lie.

I’ve been swearing my successions

That to labor is the honest and to failure it may lead

I been dressing my depression

Like in all good men there’s weakness and a language and a need

Can’t you hear me when I tell you

Although my heart is grievous I make rhymes

Are you ailing or are you crying

Out to Jesus for to make a bed to lie.

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End of the line

By g. allman, w. haynes, a. woody, and j. jaworowicz

© 1992 sony music entertainment, inc.

And now the gravity of trouble was more than i could bear,

At times my luck was so bad, i had to fold my hands,

Almost lost my soul, rarely i could find my head,

Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead.

I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin,

Mountains i have climbed, that have killed a thousand men,

Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel,

Never needed anybody, i was king of the hill.

[chorus:]

Oh, when i think about the old days,

Lord, it sends chills up and down my spine,

Yeah life ain't what it seems, on the boulevard of broken dreams,

Guess i opened my eyes in the nick of time,

'cause it sure felt like the end of the line.

No matter how hard i run, i just can't get away

I try to do my best, but the devil gets in my way

Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel

'till it all came down to kill or be killed

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You call yourself the moral majority

We call ourselves the people in the real world

Trying to rub us out, but we’re going to survive

God must be dead if you’re alive

You say, ’god loves you. come and buy the good news’

Then you buy the president and swimming pools

If jesus don’t save ’til we’re lining your pockets

God must be dead if you’re alive

...

You don’t want abortions, you want battered children

You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem

Now you wanna force us to pray in school

God must be dead if you’re such a fool

...

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There's a girl with a crown and a scepter

Who's on WLSD

And she says that the scene isn't what it's been

And she's thinking of going home

That it's old and it's totally over now

And it's old and it's over, it's over now

And it's over, it's over, it's over now

I can see myself

At the end of the tour

When the road disappears

If there's any more people around

When the tour runs aground

And if you're still around

Then we'll meet at the end of the tour

The engagements are booked through the end of the world

So we'll meet at the end of the tour

Never to part since the day we met

Out on Interstate 91

I was bent metal you were a flaming wreck

When we kissed at the overpass

I was sailing along with the people

Driving themselves to distraction inside me

Then came a knock on the door which was odd

And the picture abruptly changed

At the end of the tour

When the road disappears

If there's any more people around

When the tour runs aground

And if you're still around

Then we'll meet at the end of the tour

The engagements are booked through the end of the world

So we'll meet at the end of the tour

This was the vehicle these were the people

You opened the door and expelled all the people

This was the vehicle these were the people

You opened the door and expelled all the people

This was the vehicle these were the people

You let them go

At the end of the tour

When the road disappears

If there's any more people around

When the tour runs aground

And if you're still around

Then we'll meet at the end of the tour

The engagements are booked through the end of the world

So we'll meet at the end of the tour

And we're never gonna tour again

No, we're never gonna tour again

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The white man call himself civilized,

Cause he know how to take over,

The white man come to pillage my village,

Now he tell me I have to bend over.

Oh yeah, kill all the white man.

No I don't like the white man up in me,

He rape my people as he rape my country,

Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away,

We will be rid of him, soon come the day.

Oh yeah, kill all the white man,

Oh yeah, kill all the white man,

Oh yeah, kill all the white man,

Oh yeah, kill all the white man.

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True Love Waits - Radiohead (The delivery of this song is perfection)

I'll drown my beliefs

To have you be in peace

I'll dress like your niece

And wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave

Don't leave

I'm not living

I'm just killing time

Your tiny hands

Your crazy kitten smile

Just, don't leave

Don't leave

And true love waits

In haunted attics

And true love lives

On lollipops and crisps

Just, don't leave

Don't leave

(This could easily go in that other thread about stuff)

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Last night I slept with my boots on again,

one cut on my forehead and one my chin,

on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.

You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,

you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.

And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.

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Last night I slept with my boots on again,

one cut on my forehead and one my chin,

on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.

You got me real good, girl, and I must admit,

you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish.

And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.

Awesome Esau! Who's that by?

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