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My life was empty, forever on a down
Until you took me, showed me around
My life is free now, my life is clear
I love you sweet leaf, though you can't hear

Posted

A Day in the Life

 

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

Posted

There is a house way down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

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Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
She got a black cat's tooth and a Mojo bone
And anyone who wouldn't leave her alone
She'd go... another man done gone

She lived in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog
Bent, bony body and stringy hair
And if she ever seen y'all messin' 'round there
She'd go... another man done gone

And then one night when the moon was black
Into the swamp came handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know
Lookin' around for Marie Laveau

 

Posted

Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don't know where I am goin' to
Silk suit, black tie (black tie)
I don't need a reason why

They come runnin' just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man

Posted

There can be but better ways from yesterdays to me
Somewhere there are better days for better ways to be
Sunny days have funny ways of quieting the roar
Is it still a blessed thing to live and live some more

 

And I'm left with the truth and I'm right in my mind
Given some of the time maybe never
So I walk in these shoes
When I feel it's the blues
If it ain't it will do, yeah

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Posted

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

Posted

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile, yeah
We didn't have much time now

 

Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground

 

Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky
(Smoke) on the water, you guys are great

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I hear records in my head everywhere that I go
I've got records in my head spinning out of control
They go round and around and again
Round and around and again
Round and around and oh yeah
Records in my head

Ooh, I feel Rihanna
Ooh, I'm feeling Lana
Ooh, I feel Nirvana
Ooh, so you can f*&k off

'Cause sometimes I don't want to deal
No one cares what I think or feel
Peel off the plastic, smell the vinyl
For me it's like a Holy Bible

Posted

People are talking talkin' 'bout people
I hear them whisper you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept under cover
I'll just ignore it but they keep sayin' (We)

Laugh just a little too loud (a little too loud)
Stand just a little too close (too close)
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seeing something we don't darling

 

Posted

Though he loved to rock and roll
All these many years
He cared about the old people's
And little children's ears

 

Though he was a guitar man
He reflected and he vowed
"Never will I ever be
No, never, never again
The man who was too loud"

 

Johnny's not a poor man
No, he never gets him down
Now that he is, free he is not proud
He don't need the power
Just to make a sound

 

He is not the man that he used to be
Oh, no, the man who was too loud

 

I will play softly
I will play softly
I will play softly now
'Cause I was the man who was too loud

Posted

The rich man poor man beggar man thief
Everyone claim that them are the chief
The rich man buy the poor man's life
The poor man take away the beggar man's wife

 

Don't cry my brothers

Don't cry my sisters

 

Tears won't change the situation
It's just a form, a form of reaction

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Posted

It’s a far cry from the world we thought we’d inherit
It’s a far cry from the way we thought we’d share it
You can almost feel the current flowing
You can almost see the circuits blowing

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Precious and few are the moments we two can share
Quiet and blue, like the sky, I'm hung over you
And if I can't find my way back home, it just wouldn't be fair
'Cause precious and few are the moments we two can share

Posted

Wasted Youth

I remember everything
I remember every little thing as if it only happened yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was Telecaster or Stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome, and a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was Telecaster or Stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy

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