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Hey Johnny Reb where are you going
Don't you know this war isn't done
Hey Johnny Reb where are you going
Even though this battle wasn't won
There's nothing worth fighting for
Any way you cut it
Gonna leave that flag behind
So long Johnny Reb Johnny Rebel
Oh Johnny Reb good-bye

Hey Johnny Reb where did the wind blow
All your courage, all of your nerve
Tyrants arise, armies go marching
Who will say what needs to be heard
I'm hitching down to Memphis
Gonna hock this darn guitar
Gonna leave that song behind
So Long Johnny Reb Johnny Rebel
Oh Johnny Reb good-bye

Hey Johnny Reb where will we find you
When they need somebody who'll stand
Guarding the gate, keys to the kingdom
Jingling freedom bells in your hand
Forward all my mail to the last frontier
Gonna kiss that cause good-bye
So long Johnny Reb Johnny Rebel
Oh Johnny Reb good-bye
Good-bye good-bye
 
When goin' the road to sweet Athy, haroo, haroo,
When goin' the road to sweet Athy, haroo, haroo,
When goin' the road to sweet Athy,
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew yeh.

Wi' yer guns and drums and drums and guns, haroo, haroo, (repeat)
Wi' yer guns and drums and drums and guns,
The enemy nearly slew yeh,
And my darlin' dear you look so queer,
Johnny I hardly knew yeh.

Where are the eyes that looked so mild, haroo, haroo? (repeat)
Where are the eyes that looked so mild
When my poor heart ye first beguiled?
Why did ye skedaddle from me and the child?
Johnny I hardly knew yeh.

Chorus

Where are the legs that used to run, haroo, haroo? (repeat)
Where are the legs that used to run
When first you went to carry a gun?
Now indeed your dancin' days are done,
Johnny I hardly knew yeh.

Chorus

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, haroo, haroo. (repeat)
Ye haven't an arm and ye haven't a leg,
You're an eyeless, boneless, chickenless egg.
You'll have to be put in a bowl to beg,
Johnny I hardly knew yeh.

Chorus

I'm happy for to see yeh home, haroo, haroo, (repeat)
I'm happy for to see yeh home,
All from the island of Sulloon;
But so low i'the flesh, so high i'the bone,
Johnny I hardly knew yeh.
 
If you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time for your friendship to end

Be it your sister
Be it your brother
Be it your cousin or your, uncle or your lover

If you have a racist friend
now is the time, now is the time for your friendship to end

Be it your best friend
Or any other
Is it your husband or your father or your mother?

Tell them to change their views
Or change their friends
Now is the time, now is the time, for your friendship to end

So if you know a racist who thinks he is your friend
Now is the time, now is the time for your friendship to end

Call yourself my friend?
Now is the time to make up your mind, don't try to pretend

Be it your sister
Be it your brother
Be it your cousin or your uncle or your lover

So if you are a racist
Our friendship has got to end
And if your friends are racists don't pretend to be my friend

So if you have a racist friend
Now is the time, now is the time for our friendship to end

GOODBYE
[ Racist Friend Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
 
Mr. President, Distinguished delegates...

[H.I.M. Haile Selassie I dialect]

[Bunny Wailer dialogue]
Since the beginning of modern civilization
Generations have witnessed and inherited the only conflicts of world wars
But behold the marriage supper of the lamb and the bridegroom onto his bride
Then shall the earth's children know the true expression of ONE LOVE
Then mother earth shall honeymoon in peace.
Forever eliminating the aspirations, lust and anguish of wars and rumors of wars...SELAH!

[Verse 1]
See it deh know the innocent going up in vapors
And propoganda spreading inna the sunday papers not even superman coulda save you with him cape cause
Red-a Judgement a blaze, blaze ya
And Babylon a gamble the youth dem life like racehorse
And gi dem a uniform and a shave dem head with razors
And now the clock a strike war, don't be amazed cause
inna dem churches tryin to save...saviours

[Marcus Garvey dialogue 1]
Can we do it? We can do it, we shall do it!

[Verse 2]
Boom!
Tell dem fe uh draw mi out when the world government inna falling out
Only few men survive crawling out
Run left him collegues dem sprawling out
NEARLY DEAD!
Medic haffi haul him out
And give him two tranquilizer fi stall him out
DEH PON BASE!
Can't get no calling out when him hear from the shout last week
Him mistress find a new shoes
Wife can't get no news and lately she starting to doubt
SHE STILL SEARCHING!
And the youth dem bawling out
Working hard not to let it all come out
Well it's not safe to go walk about
A slaughterhouse from Bagdad to Waterhouse
She start to arouse sometime she want a spouse
She start go out, start beat a darker stout
GUNS COME OUT!
Working people funds run out
Keep a show last week and no one come out
BOMBS COME OUT!
Mi gas tank just run out
BOMBO CLATT!
The scotch tape just run out
WEED RUN OUT!
Yuh senses must dumb out, Mi have a pound round a back deh a gwan sun out
NAH COME OUT!
Till the chalice bun out,
NAH COME OUT!
Till the malice bun out, A WAR!

Zimbabwe to Berlin Wall
Blazin' like a burnin' ball, loose ball...dat no work...IN WAR
Sleeping...dat no work..IN WAR
Can't wear jheri curl...IN WAR
No diamond and pearl...IN WAR
Can't drink weh a serve...IN BAR
Gas wi fuck up yuh nerves...IN WAR
Shot wi blood up yuh shirt...IN WAR
Can't go lift up no skirt...IN WAR
Now disease and germs...IN WAR
Can't go release your sperms...IN WAR
Stamina must preserve...IN WAR
Fire constantly burn...IN WAR
RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED!

[Marcus Garvey dialogue 2]
If you cannot do it, if you are not prepared to do it...then you will die.
You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings
If you cannot do what other men have done
What other nations have done, what other races have done
Then you yourself shall die.

[Repeat Verse 1]

[Verse 3]
SEE IT DEH NOW...Hey!
Now wi fore parents sacrifice enough
Dem blood sweat and tears run like syrup
Any day a revolution might erupt, and the skys over Kingston lighting up
For the new generation rising up, of youths now a days weh dem sighting up
And through reasoning dem biding up,
Searching for the sign and the sign is us,
Searching for the truth all you find is us,
Searching for the troops still behind is us,
The almighty we recruit and we come from the root
We build like roach building boot
Weh just can't done, Rastafari we design tuff
If a the fight for freedom sign me up
Cause you Tell-Lie-Vision can't blind me up
Soldiers and police dem wising up, realizing they're no more right than us
Realizing there's no use fighting us
Realizing their opening their eyes to see the same demoralizing life as us
So we nah tek talk nor smiling up
Cause the word temper tantrum boiling up,and who...
Calling the shots and nah bust none
Controlling the mind of the young, bring down...

Bear famine, no rain nah fall from London to Dadeland mall
All the son of the virgin bawl, institute of the church IN WAR
Preaching and researching WAR
Practice and rehearsing WAR
Teaching and dem learning WAR
Instigating and urging WAR
Always keep alert in WAR
Cause man will jump out a swerving car
Now bees and birds IN WAR
And the freaks and nerds IN WAR
And the straight and curves IN WAR
Forward and reverse IN WAR
RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED.

[Marcus Garvey dialogue 2]
 
My diplomacy, my security, my hope and my ice-cream
My tomorrow and my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration
My notebook and my limit, my importance and my glycerine
My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm
My hunger, my refusal, my tissue and my vodka
My ommission, my ability, my telephone and my holler
My relaxing, my distress, my bedroom, my cassette
My dictation and my pulse, my fortune and my death
My flake and my restlessness, my headache and my dirt
My paper and my charity, my rose and my pallor
My guess and my closet, my light 'n' my time
My worry, my perversity, my transgression
My temptation and my polythene, my gunshot [click]
My jealousy and my water
My demands 'n' my angels 'n' my waiting 'n' my distance
My death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory
My partner 'n' my sadness, my story, my wantoness
My wish, my despair, my erasure, my plantation
My white chocolate, my thoughtlessness, my gracelessness
My courage and my crying, my pockets 'n' my mistakes
My body and my sex, my gaze and my helplessness
My letter, my sugar, my homework, my walk
My records, my smile and my struggle
My reflection, my eyelid, my fragility, my discretion
My hair, my austerity, my tattoo, my demise
My fooling and my terror, my problem and my judgement
Oh my disguise, my tongue
My ownership, my formula, my property, my thought, my razor
My blessing and my silence, my lust and my practice
My sincerity, my penecillin, my window and my androgyny
My mother, my recorder, my pity and my posing
My light, my carelessness, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer
My tenderness 'n' my car, my undoing and my history
My bottle and my drugs, my drugs, my drugs
Tomorrow, my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration, my notebook

My limit, my importance, my glycerine, my customer, my function
My lawlessness, my charm and my hunger
My refusal, my tissue, my vodka, my admission

My ability and my telephone, my holler, my relaxing
My distress and my bedroom, my restlessness, my headache
My dirt, my paper, charity, my rose
My pallor, my guess and my closet,
my light 'n' my time, my worry, my perversity
My transgression honey, my temptation honey
My polythene, my jealousy
My water, my demands, my angels
My waiting, my distance, my death, my curtness, my insulin
My memory, my partner, my refrigerator
My sadness, my story, my wantoness, my skipping
My wish and my despair, my erasure, my plantation, my chocolate
My thoughtlessness, my gracelessness, my courage and my crying
My pockets, my homework
Like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number
Oh yeah
 
I am everything you see
And what is more
You will never see me
in or out of anybody's door

I am possession to the wind
And what is more
I am father of a thousand children
Mother of a thousand million more

That's you I seek
to bleed for what is mine
You've not paid your last installment
You know that it's the time for you to pay
for what you have taken from my life
You know it's not your telling
And you know it's not
your bloody soup and wife

Now's the time for all your kind
to pay for what you have taken
Turn your back now if you must
But soon you will awaken

I am everything you see
And what is more
You will never see me
in or out of anybody's door

I'm possession to the wind
And what is more
I am father of a thousand children
Mother of a thousand million more

Everything you see
I am everything you see
And what is more
You will never see me
You will never see me
in or out of anybody's door

Listen, everybody, listen to me
Listen, I am everything you see
 
She touched the scars upon his body
Traced the veins beneath his skin
It felt so right to leave him sleeping
Yet her head began to spin

And when she left, she left no letter
What you don't say no one hears
She shut the door on empty voices
On regret and wasted years

She saw the moon over Milford Haven
Stars in a flaming sky
She stepped out into the sunrise
And she found that she could fly

And when she felt her wings unfold
All the tales that she'd been told
And the heavy shoes and the band of gold
Fell away like melting snow

She crossed the naked spine of England
While the sun was at its height
Solway Sands and Kielder Water
Far below her left and fight

And somewhere north of Tobermory
They say her path began to climb
She was heading for Newfoundland
And she might be gone some time

She saw the moon over Milford Haven
Stars over Plymouth Sound
She flew as high as heaven
And she said, I won't come down

And when she felt her wings unfold
All the tales that she'd been told
And the heavy shoes and the band of gold
Fell away like melting snow

She saw the moon over Milford Haven
Stars in a flaming sky
She stepped out into the sunrise
And she found that she could fly
She could fly
 
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I'm sorry for the things I've done
But when I start to try to tell you
That's when you have to tell me
Hey... this kind of trouble's only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don't you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me...
Why
Why

I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you're thinking
And I've heard is said too many times
That you'd be better off
Besides...
Why can't you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let's go down to the water's edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me...
Why
Tell me...
Why

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
'cause i don't think you know how I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
I don't think you know what I feel
You don't know what I feel
 
Lisa's kissing men like a long walk home
When the music stops
Take a tip from me, don't go through the park
When you're on your own, it's a long walk home

If they follow you
Don't look back
Like dylan in the movies
On your own
If they follow you
It's not your money that they're after boy it's you

Pure easy listening, settle down
On the pillow soft when they've all gone home
You can concentrate on the ones you love
You can concentrate, hey, now they've gone

If they follow you
Don't look back
Like dylan in the movies
On your own
If they follow you
It's not your money that they're after boy it's you

Yeah you're worth the trouble and you're worth the pain
And you're worth the worry, I would do the same
If we all went back to another time
I will love you over
I will love you

If they follow you
Don't look back
Like dylan in the movies
On your own
If they follow you
Tenderly you turn the light off in your room
 
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
Got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
And tired of all these soldiers here
No one speaks English and everything's broken
And my Stacys are soaking wet
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger
Your silhouette window light
To go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
And the one-armed bandit knows
And the maverick Chinaman and the cold-blooded signs
And the girls down by the strip-tease shows
Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

No, I don't want your sympathy
The fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
Manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
They want a piece of the action anyhow
Go, waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

And you can ask any sailor and the keys from the jailor
And the old men in wheelchairs know
That Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
And she follows wherever you may go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
You'll go a waltzing Matilda with me

And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
And a wound that will never heal
No prima donna, the perfume is on
An old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
And goodnight to the street sweepers
The night watchman flame keepers and goodnight to Matilda

I absolutely fucking love this song:cool::cool:
 
I've fallen down for you before
I will not do this anymore
There's been enough tears shed for you
If only you could see me now

I've wasted time on you once more
I cannot do this anymore
There's been enough life spent on you
If only you could see me now

I want to make you watch me bleed
As you drain the life from me
I want to make you watch me die
As you have so many times

And I have fought your sorry war
I won't do this anymore
There's been enough blood spilled for you
If only you could see me now

And you are rotten to the core
And you have played me for a whore
There's been enough love lost on you
If only you could see me now
 
my final offer to you
is one pound of flesh
one pound of sin
these deeds have gone unjustified
you entered forceful in my life
i’ve nothing more to offer
while
you take more and more and more
i can’t face the day
you hid the sun
and everything is dark again

i’ve nothing more to offer
while you take more, and more, and more..

you broke my heart
tore me apart
you broke me down
you broke my heart

i’m worthless, useless, this is what you’ve done
i’m scorned and bitter, for you have won

i hope you rot
i hope you rot
you’re worthless, useless

don’t you see what you’ve done?
 
Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night
 
These warehouse wages kill ends introduction man
I shoulda schooled it up when I was younger
shoulda stuck to plan
always had the dreams of being more self assertive
and my kid's a teenager now
he needs the health insurance
so break my body break break my soul down
just another zombie walkin' blindly
through your ghost town
pull up to the bar politic and tap the power
ain't nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
but I don't wanna go home yet
so I'ma talk to my cigarette and that television set
it doesn't matter what brand or station
anything to take away from the current situation
no overtime pay no holiday
months behind on everything but the lottery
winter 'round the corner guaranteeing that my car dies
wifey havin' trouble tryin' to juggle both part times
my cup ain't close to filled up
we tryinto build up so we can have enough
and when I finally get the color
won't be nothin' left to paint on
a friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song

my better half is mad
at makin' magic outta canned goods
my tax bracket status got her questionin' my manhood
my shorty got cought smokin weed at a concert
and if I smack him everyboy treats me like a monster
my neighbors aint doing much better
and we make it competition instead of stickin' together
can't save no nest egg
in fact this nest is rented in fact that rent is late
wait the money ain't here the raise ain't commin'
just me and my son and that crazy woman
and those bartenders this whole fucking country
got everybody swallowin' that lunchmeat
well maybe we can speed up the process
kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
put me in the dirt and then change the topic
sometimes seems like the only way to stop it
contemplate my departure date
doesn't take alot to get alot of us to talk this way
take a shot at me that's all i'm obligated for
apparently my only guarantee is a walk away

the only guarantee in life is life worth dying for
cause' death don't wait for no one
he's sittin on your front door
 
Did you see the shiny moon?
Turned into a black balloon
Just as you walked away from me

Did you see how hard I've tried?
Not to show the pain inside
Just as you walked away from me

Who painted the moon black?
Just when you passed your love back
Who painted the moon black?
Oh won't you, won't you come back?

It must have been the darkest night
Not even a star in sight
Just as you walked away from me, now

Who painted the moon black?
Just when you passed your love back
Who painted the moon black?
Oh won't you, won't you come back?

Who painted the moon black?
Just when you passed your love back
Who painted the moon black?
Oh won't you, won't you come back?
Who painted the moon?

Da da da...

Did you see the shiny moon?
Turned into a black balloon
Just as you walked away from me
 
Come ride with me
Through the veins of history
I'll show you how God
Falls asleep on the job

And how can we win?
When fools can be Kings
Dont waste your time
Or time will waste you...

Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh
Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

No one's gonna take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive...
 
The kids round here look just like sticks
They trade old licks with a beat up six
I just smile and catch the groove

Gothic girls all dressed in black
Serious as heart attacks
Takes a little bit of getting used to

The old man with the whisky stains
Lost the night, forgot his name
His poor wife will sleep alone again
And it ain't hard to understand
Why she's holding onto her own hand

It's midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
Midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
No one's asking me for favors (shalalala, shalala)
No one's looking for a savior
They're too busy ... saving me (shalalala, shalala)

I've seen a lone sloane ranger drive
Seems her chauffeur took a dive
And sold her secrets to the Sun

And later in a magazine
I finally figured what it means
To be a saint, not a queen

Two lustful lovers catch a spark
Chase their shadows in the dark
Someone's getting off tonight

A big red bus that's packed so tight
disappears in a trail of light
Somewhere someone's dreaming baby it's alright....
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/w62 ]

It's midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
Midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
No one's asking me for favors (shalalala, shalala)
No one's looking for a savior
They're too busy saving me (shalalala, shalala)
(shalalala, shalala)
Midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
No one's pinned their dreams on me
No one's asking me to bleed
I'm the man I wanna be
When Chelsea girls sing
Shalalala, shalalala
Shalalala, shalala, oh
Shalalala, shalalala
Shalalala, shalala, oh, oh ...

It's morning when I go to sleep
In the distant dawn a church bell rings
Another day is coming on

A baby's born, an old man dies
Somewhere young lovers kiss good bye
I leave my soul and just move on
And wish that I was there to sing this song

[ Guitar solo ]

(shalalala, shalala)
(shalalala, shalala)
It's midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
Oh, midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala)
No one's asking me for favors (shalalala, shalala)
No one's looking for a savior
They're too busy saving me (shalalala, shalala)

It's midnight in Chelsea
(shalalala, shalala) woh
(shalalala, shalala) yeah
No one's pinned their dreams on me
No one's asking me to bleed
I'm the man I wanna be
The man I wanna be, the man I wanna
be (shalalala, shalala)
Midnight in Chelsea (shalalala, shalala...)
 
i couldn't listen to my heart
my heart is dead, my heart is dead
i couldn't hear your cries for help
i continued to entrust instead

i couldn't open up my arms
my strength is weak, my body's numb
you fell victim to my charms
you couldn't see what i've become

i'm the devil in disguise
i'm your waking dreams of death
i'm the killer of your soul
i'm your last intake of breath
i'm the voices in your head
i'm the bearer of the cross
i'm the angel fallen down
i'm the one who truly lost

i couldn't listen to your pleas
i couldn't stand to let you go
you had no choice of this disease
i led you further down below

i couldn't see the way i was
my eyes are dead unto all
you opened up my wounds and flaws
just in time to see my fall


Fuck yeah! :D
 
My right hand holds a cold corona bottle
My left hand holds a half a fifth of Gin
My right arm reaches out for her love only
But my left still embraces a life of sin

We had ourselves the sweetest little family
We laughed and sang and had a lot of fun
But I drowned it in a sea of stinkin' whiskey
And now the only little love that's left is a loaded gun

My right hand holds a vile of tranqualizers
My left hand holds a loaded .38
I've got a young girl who's anticipating romance
But it's looking like she will have to wait

We had ourselves the sweetest little family
We laughed and sang and had a lot of fun
But I drowned it in a sea of stinkin' whiskey
And now the only little love that's left is a loaded gun
And now the only little love that's left is a loaded gun
 
Jim Boggia version

two, three, four

I left you on the debris
At the sunday morning market
You were sifting through the odds and ends
You was looking for a bargain

I heard your footsteps at the front door,
And that old familiar love song,
Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there
At the top of the stairs

I went there and back
Just to see how far it was
And you, you tried to tell me
But I had to learn for myself.

There's more trouble at the depot,
With the general workers union
And you say, they'll never change a thing.
They won't fight and they're not working.

Oh you was my hero
Hell you are my good friend
I've went there and back
Now I know how far it is

and I left you on the debris
Now we both know you got no money
And I wonder what you would have done
Without me hanging around.
 
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
Gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to void.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before.
Theyre moving. Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that theyre free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.
 
Cheese Central..

There's too much confusion
It's all an illusion
There's too much confusion

Down, down, down in your heart
Find, find, find the secret
Turn, turn, turn your head around
Baby we can do it
We can do it all right

Do you believe in love at first sight
It's an illusion, I don't care
Do you believe I can make you feel better
Too much confusion, come on over here

[Chorus]
Can we get together?
I really, I really wanna be with you
Come on, check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too

I searched, I searched, I searched my whole life
To find, find, find the secret
But all I did was open up my eyes
Baby we can do it
we can do it all right

Do you believe that we can change the future
Do you believe I can make you feel better

[Chorus X2]

It's all an illusion
There's too much confusion
I'll make you feel better
If it's bitter at the start
Then it's sweeter in the end


:) xXx
 
And they put punks on postcards
Sell them to the tourists
Oh don't they love the English
So eccentric!

Any they put cops on duty
Smiling for the cameras
They're wearing funny hats ha
Oh it's so terrific

They put the queen on stamps
And tv every Christmas
Look at all the waving flags
Oh it's so historic!

Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Someone threw a stone through a Cadillac window
Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Someone threw a stone through a Cadillac window
Mother's on the phone
Says she's coming home
Cos someone threw a stone through a Cadillac window

They put punks in jail and cops on overtime
Keeping the dirt right under the carpet
Trying to draw that we're all eccentric

There's tourists in the sun and money in the pockets
Painting ???
The Union Jacks moves it's so Patriotic! ha

They'll put your name on file
Taps on your telephone
Your picture on a postcard
If you really think that's fab
They'll make you the epitome of what the tourists love to see
Buckets of conformity, ha nothing more than trash!
 
Well, I know a guy who's bone & skin
Women, they've been ravin' 'bout skinny Jim
Skinny Jim, man, skinny Jim
Yes yes yes, all the gals love him, skinny Jim

Well, I went to a party & skinny Jim
my baby came with me but left with him
Skinny Jim, man, skinny Jim
Yes yes yes, all the gals love him, skinny Jim

Well, Jim got charm, he got class
All the women love him oh yeah yeah yeah
Skinny Jim, man, skinny Jim
Yes yes yes, all the gals love him, skinny Jim
 
I'm curious to know exactly how you are
I keep my distance but that distance is too far
It reassures me just to know that you're okay
But I don't want you to go on needing me this way

And I don't want to know if you are lonely
Don't want to know if you are less than lonely
Don't want to know if you are lonely
Don't want to know, don't want to know

The day you left me, left me feeling oh so bad
Still I'm not sure about all the doubts we had
From the beginning we both knew it wouldn't last
Decisions have been made the die has been cast

The phone is ringing and the clock says four A.M.
If it's your friends, well I don't want to hear from them
Please leave your number and a message at the tone
Or you can just go on and leave me alone
 
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