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Take the national express when your life's in a mess
It'll make you smile
All human life is here
From the feeble old dear to the screaming child
From the student who knows that to have one of those
Would be suicide
To the family man
Manhandling the pram with paternal pride
And everybody sings ba ba ba da...
We're going where the air is free
On the national express there's a jolly hostess
Selling crisps and tea
She'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks
For a sky-high fee
Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle
Back in 63 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But its hard to get by when your arse is the size
Of a small country
And everybody sings ba ba ba da...
We're going where the air is free
Tomorrow belongs to me
When you're sad and feeling blue
With nothing better to do
Don't just sit there feeling stressed
Take a trip on the national express
 
Glasvegas: 'geraldine'


When your sparkle evades your soul
I'll be at your side to console
When your standing on the window ledge
I'll talk you back from the edge
I will turn your tide
Be your shepard and your guide
When your lost in the deep and darkest place around
May my words walk you home safe and sound

When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking
I need to make sure you know thats just the Prescription talking
When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side
Up upon the stairs and down the downward slide
I will, I will turn your tide
Do all that I can to heal you inside
I'll be the angel on your shoulder
My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker

I see you need me
I know you do



I love the line i bolded. :)
 
You think see everything with those glasses
My eyes the color of molasses
All you have to do is ask is all
And I'll tell you

I'll tell you from my front porch
I'll tell you from my cast iron chair
I'll tell you about my special friends
I only wish you were there

Don't get uppity with me
I see things that that you never see
I've been seeing them for years
Let me whisper in your ear

I'll tell you from my front porch
I'll tell you from my cast iron chair
I'll tell you about my visitors
I only wish you were there, well

The man in the airplane was looking for you

- a song by SuperfuckingChunk
 
you're walking down the street in the middle of the day the sun is shinning brightly everything is quite ok but then you hear this song, it makes you stop and yell out, "hey!" you might think that it is... but this is not a crass song you might think that it is but i'm telling you it ain't! although i will admit it sounds like something they might write it's a happy little ditty makes you stop and move you're feet you might think that this is... but this is not a crass song! masterpieces don't usually get written in a minute but this one took just seconds or even less time to pen it but don't be too amazed, 'cause it's just got one verse and chantin' your might think that this is... (read this line in your best cockney accent) ahh...right...it's not a crass song is it? the guitar riff is real savage and it ain't on all that on time the vocals are so cockney that they may just blow your mind and it's got made up words like "icklee", "zicklee", "vin", and "plime" you might think that this is... no! no! this is not a crass song! we like to play it in the morning like to play it in the night do yourself a favor matey, sing it instead of starting fights after only just one verse i'm telling you you'll feel all right you might think that this is... but this is not a crass song! play it when you're walking, walking down the street play it when you're riding on your bike or on your feet doesn't really matter 'cause it's really really neat you might think that this is... ahhh... sing it to your mommy, sing it to your dad sing it to your new girl friend or the one you just had...
 
and this one, yet again...


Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes inside
I have these thoughts Geoff
I have to hide
Geoff Geoff Geoff
When I think of your house Geoff
That lovely country cottage of a house Geoff
And I know though it's often been said
In jest but one blow to your head

And it could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
Two floors and a roof, four walls and a door
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff
And Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be, maybe
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes I find
I have these ideas Geoff
Come into my mind
Geoff Geoff Geoff
When I think of your car Geoff
That four litre two seater dream of a car Geoff
And I know how quick it could be
If you, if you were run over by me

Then it could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
A car I would love till the next one I saw
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

And Geoff
You are my friend
And you will be, maybe
Till the end
But Geoff
Sometimes awake in my bed
I hear these voices Geoff
Inside my head
Geoff Geoff Geoff
When I think of your wife Geoff
That smiling beguiling blonde of a wife Geoff
And I think, well we'll all die one day
But if I could just show you the way

Then she could be mine Geoff mine
All of the time
It could be so simple Geoff
Oh and life could be fine
Ah but killing you Geoff and really what for
A smile and a kiss from some bleach blonded whore
Isn't our friendship worth so much more
Geoff

Yes killing you Geoff, and really what for
I'm round at your house most evenings what's more
I've been in your car ten times or more
And as for your wife Geoff
Well what are friends for Geoff
Say nothing more Geoff
What are friends for
Oh Geoff
 

The virals are the scorned into The Doors open
To bring raw dosage in the form of swarm locusts
Beatles and Birds that seem evil and absurd
Gather with The Eagles that swerve to form herds
Butterflies made of Iron ride the horizon
Giving Credence to the Revival of Poseidon
Who feeds in the Clearwater, you feel slaughter
But love crafts of abyss, the horror for tomorrow
Zombies and walking dead stalk the Talking Heads
Insects with open legs halt with awful dread
All along the web the thread remains rare
With bloodshed that led to where the little feet flare
To lost places, thoughts lost for all ages
Where slow faces sit on the wall with tall (?)
That overlook the 13th Floor with long gazes
Connected to the earthly core through elevators
Check it, the Underground is made of Velvet
Where buttersoft brothers talk tough on max but ain't sell shit
Every crack of the rap ain't the Elvis
My Aqualung cultivates the blue oyster shellfish
I design my Blurs before swine
And form rhymes that take you to a world before time
Where living things coexisted with crims and kings
Who on the Moon's Dark Side painted pretty things
That illustrated lessons conceived by the mothers of invention
Who also built the Stairway To Heaven, it's a present
Only to be stolen by a Thief, the Judas Preist
Who unleash his devil magic
My mental fabric too thick for Lenny Kravitz
Who imitates Jimi Hendrix in every facette
Semi-Automatic Rap Heavy Metal Jackets
Kill with mathematics to build with Black Sabbath​
 
We'll take ourselves out in the street
And wear the blood in our cheeks
Like red roses
We'll go from car to sleeping car
And whisper in their sleeping ears
We were here, we were here
We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome

We won't be disappointed
We'll fight like girls for our place at the table
Our room on the floor
We'll set off the geese of Beverly Road

Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome

We're the heirs to the glimmering world
[repeat]

We're drunk and sparking, our legs are open
Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn't have any
I swear we didn't have any

Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome, totally genius
Hey, love, we'll get away with it
We'll run like we're awesome

We're the heirs to the glimmering world
[repeat]

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon

We're the heirs to the glimmering world
[repeat]

Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
Serve me the sky tonight
Oh, come, come be my waitress and serve me tonight
serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon
 
Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real.

And I kept distance: the complications cloud
the postcards and blip through fibre optics,
as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bow-ties
their parents bought them: "I'll catch you this time!"

Crashing through the parlour doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see who's making the racket.
It's not the first time.

When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
and I'll contest, but they won't listen
when the casualty rate's near 100%,
and there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving...

Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
 
Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways

Well I'd love to photograph your hand
Then shake it for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone
A brother or a swine

The veins that plough beneath your path
With so many tales to tell
A picture out of focus
In a frame where no one cares

Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage

Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways


Well we walked upon the railroad
Cause the train no longer ran
Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
From the stars that filled our eyes

With a dollar in your only coat
And a fireball in your hand
You set your sails for better days
Down in South Australia

Dark though it has been
Your old spirit still shines within
These last thirteen years depraved
Of us anything that's worth sayin'

Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways


So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways

Now the carnival is goin' home
The ferris wheel is spent
For those rovin' years of endless jeers
Have dried all that was left

Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage

Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways
seperate ways
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways
 
Her hair
Soft drifted snow
Death white
I'd like to know
Why she hates
All that she does
But she gives
It all that she's got

Until the sky turns green
The grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue

Until the sky turns green
And the grass is several shades of blue
Every member of parliament trips on glue

T takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine
It'll take all these things and oh much more

I've paid
For fifteen or more
But my guts
Can't take many more

My hands are stuck
To my jeans
And she knows she knows
What this must mean

She wakes up with the sun
She asked me what is all the fuss
As she gave me more than she thought she should
She wakes up with the sun
I think what have i done
As i gave her more than i thought i would

At takes all these things and all that time
Till my sugar spun sister's happy
With this love of mine

Yeah yeah yeah
The candy floss girl
The sticky fingered boy
Oh that sister of mine
Yeah
 
For all the hours here that move too slow
There's all this letting go, that don't pass
If all this love is real, how will we know?
And if we're only scared of losing it, how will it last?

If I am a stranger now to you
I will always be, I will always be
Stronger now than me, stronger than you
Our love will always be
and if we let it go, I'll try to be there for you

If I can, what if I can?

Today is yesterday when you don't know
How to rebuild the walls that someone has knocked down
To tell the truth it's hard enough without a lover
Who you want to hide your darkness from
So you won't let em down

If I am a stranger now to you
I will always be, I will always be
Stronger now than me, stronger than you
Love will always be
And if we it go, I'll try to be there for you
I'll try to be there for you

If I can, what if I can?

For all the hours here that move too slow
There's all this letting go, that won't pass
If all this love is real, how will we know?
And if were only scared of losing it, how will it last?

If I am a stranger now to you
I will always be, I will always be
Stronger now than me, stronger than you
Love will always be
If we let it go, I'll try to be there for you
I will try to be there for you
I will try to be there for you

If I can, what if I can?
 
In all my life, Mercy
Hasn't known my name this well
Like how every sea filters out
And leads us gently to a creek
We sit around

Some of us are strong
But the rest of us are weak
So let us down
But if you must

Let us down easy lord
Let us down easy lord
Let us down

In patches of pink clouds, Thick smoke
It comes rising off the hillside slopes
Down here this neighbourhood
It's just the dumps
With cars iced up, perfect for writing on if
You're wearing gloves

Every season i spend alone
Feels like a thousand in my heart and soul
So let me down if you must, But let us down
Easy lord, Let us down easy
Lord if you let us down

Instead of praying i tell god these jokes he must
Be tired of himself so much he must be more
Than disappointed christmas comes we eat alone
A pretty smile surrounds a pretty girl who
Takes your order she yells it and cries alone in
The backroom once in a while until it stops
So let her down easy if you must
But let her down easy
Some of us are strong
But te rest of us are weak
And go it alone
So let us down easy if you must
But let us down easy, Lord
Let us down easy lord, Let us down
Let us down, Easy
 
If the walls in the room could talk
I wonder to myself would they lie
It's like some kind of jail
Fall from the curtains onto the bed
I'm all alone now, I can do as I please
I don't feel like doing much of anything
True love ain't that hard to find
Not that you will ever know
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please, do not let me go
Please, do not let me go

You were sweet enough to sing,
Oblivious to melody
Red suitcase full of clothes
Washed up on the shore of memory
I'm all alone now and I feel just find
I don't feel much like doing anything
True love ain't that hard to find
Not that either one of us will ever know
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please, do not let me go
Please, do not let me go
 
I'm just staring at the moon like it was yesterday
Hmm, see my face reflected in the lights on
the window in the window pane
Trees outside are still I take a sleeping
pill and feel a little less pain

You're just sittin' in the sun watching the boats roll by
Boats chained to the pier
In the window of the boat there's a picture of your family younger in their years

Well, I saw our time come
And I saw our time go like a fog in the lights
But on the blackening ocean side

Oo, it doesn't feel like yesterday
Oo, it doesn't feel like yesterday
Oo, it doesn't feel like yesterday
Oo, it doesn't feel like yesterday

But it's yesterday
Oh, like yesterday
 
:D

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
Now my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go

I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
(It was only a kiss)
It was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go

I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

I never
I never
I never
I never
I never
 
:D

When they call your name
Will you walk right up
With a smile on your face
Or will you cower in fear
In your favorite sweater

With an old love letter
I wish you would

I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
Theyre all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again

I wish you would
When youre walking downtown
Do you wish I was there
Do you wish it was me
With the windows clear and the mannequins eyes

Do they all look like mine
You know you could
I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
Fuck me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends behind my back
With a smile on your face
And then do it again

I wish you would
I wish youd make up my bed
So I could make up my mind
Try it for sleeping instead
Maybe youll rest sometime
I wish I could
 
Well nighttime let her through
Yeah I'm talking to you
I wanna see her
Precious little thing

With eyes that dance around without their clothes
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me

Or better still be my winding wheel
Cause I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest
And I'm further North than South

If I could shut my mouth shed probably like this
So buy a pretty dress
And wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel

Be my winding wheel
Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain

And I'm standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel

Be my winding wheel
 
heh heh :oops:

:cool:
Movin' like the fog on the Cumberland River
I was leaving on the Delta Queen
I wasn't ready to go
I'm never ready to go
Twenty-seven years of nothin' but failures and promises that I couldn't keep
Oh lord I wasn't ready to go
I'm never ready to go
Let it ride
Let it ride easy down the road
Let it ride
Let it take away all of the darkness
Let it ride
Let it rock me in the arms of strangers, angels until it brings me home
Let it ride
Let it roll
Let it go

Loaded like a sailor
Stumbling off a ferry boat
I was at the bar till three
Oh Lord, and I wasn't ready to go
I'm never ready to go
Tennessee's a brother to my sister Carolina where they're gonna bury me
And I ain't ready to go
I'm never ready to go
Let it ride let it ride easy down the road
Let it ride
Let it take away all of this darkness
Let it ride
Let it rock me in the arms of strangers, angels until it brings me home
Let it ride
Let it roll
Let it go

I wanna see you tonight
Dancing in the endless moonlight
In the parking lot in the headlights of cars
Someplace on the moon
Where they moved the drive-in theater
Where I left the car that I can't find but I still got the keys to
Let it ride
Let it ride easy down the road
Let it ride
Let it take away all of this darkness
Let it ride
Let it rock me in the arms of strangers, angels until it brings me home
Let it ride
Let it roll
Let it go
 
Were only making plans for nigel
We only want whats best for him
Were only making plans for nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young nigel says hes happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Were only making plans for nigel
He has his future in a british steel
Were only making plans for nigel
Nigels whole future is as good as sealed
And if young nigel says hes happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak
And loves to be spoken to
Nigel is happy in his work
Were only making plans for nigel
 
Jamie, Harry, Friends There's just a few more hours.
That's all the time you've got. A few more hours
Before they tie the knot. Doolittle
There are drinks and girls all over London,
and I've gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours!
I'm getting married in the morning! Ding dong!
The bells are gonna chime. Pull out the stopper!
Let's have a whopper! But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.
Girls, come and kiss me;
Show how you'll miss me.
But get me to the church on time!
If I am dancin' Roll up the floor.
If I am whistlin' Whewt me out the door!
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Kick up an rumpus But don't lost the compass;
And get me to the church, Get me to the church,
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
Doolittle and Everyone I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Doolittle Drug me or jail me, Stamp me and mail me.
All But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the morning
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime.
Doolittle Some bloke who's able Lift up the table,
All And get em to the church on time!
Doolittle If I am flying Then shoot me down.
If I am wooin',
Get her out of town!
All For I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.
Doolittle Feather and tar me;
Call out the Army; But get me to the church.
All Get me to the church...
Doolittle For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
Harry and Everyone Starlight is reelin' home to bed now.
Mornin' is smearin' up the sky. London is wakin'.
Daylight is breakin'. Good luck, old chum,
Good health, goodbye.
Doolittle I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime...
Hail and salute me Then haul off and boot me...
And get me to the church, Get me to the church...
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
 
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty
At least it'll tell you
How great you are.

You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's sonnet,
You're Mickey Mouse.
You're the Nile,
You're the Tower of Pisa,
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

Your words poetic are not pathetic.
On the other hand, babe, you shine,
And I can feel after every line
A thrill divine
Down my spine.
Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
Might think that your song is bad,
But I got a notion
I'll second the motion
And this is what I'm going to add;

You're the top!
You're Mahatma Gandhi.
You're the top!
You're Napoleon Brandy.
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain,
You're the National Gallery
You're Garbo's salary,
You're cellophane.
You're sublime,
You're turkey dinner,
You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're an arrow collar
You're the top!
You're a Coolidge dollar,
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
You're an O'Neill drama,

You're Whistler's mama!

You're camembert.

You're a rose,
You're Inferno's Dante,

You're the nose
On the great Durante.
I'm just in a way,
As the French would say, "de trop".
But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top!
You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you,
Simply too, too, too diveen,
You're a Boticcelli,
You're Keats,
You're Shelly!

You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

Or GOP!

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!

You're the top!
You're a Waldorf salad.
You're the top!
You're a Berlin ballad.
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're an old Dutch master,

You're Lady Astor,
You're broccoli!
You're romance,
You're the steppes of Russia,
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
 
Some day, when Im awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight

Yes, youre lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight

With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin my fear apart
And that laugh..wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart

Lovely ... never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Wont you please arrange it ? cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight



And that laugh that wrinkles your nose
It touches my foolish heart

Lovely ... dont you ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Wont you please arrange it ? cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonight

Mm, mm mm, mm,
Just the way you look tonight
 
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.

The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes

When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes.

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes.

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.
 
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin',
I was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red.
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bankbook wasn't big enough.
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam, I guess,
But I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out West
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder,
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue,"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell.
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix.
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind,
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew
Tangled up in blue.

She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' underneath my breath,
She studied the lines on my face.
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe,
Tangled up in blue.

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue.

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew,
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm goin' back again,
I got to get to her somehow.
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now.
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives.
Don't know how it all got started,
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives.
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,
Tangled up in blue.
 
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood - word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
And all that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolyensk and Viyasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come - riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow,
Standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know
Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it'll almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
And all that I ever was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
Now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time
That I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say;
They turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know
Why I was taken from the line and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again and the morning answers
"Never"
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever
 
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
 
Cooler than an ice cream sundae
Lookin' back we sure had some fun days
Since then I've seen the trees shed their leaves and grow again
I cruise along the super highway
Fact he said do you do it his way
Well you do your thing and I'll do mine
Like we do do most of the time

Hello... I'm gonna have my time
And hello... I'm gonna have my time

And if for some reason I should leave ya
Hope the things I did for ya pleased ya
Hope that one day you learn to spread your wings and fly again
And for my crimes there'll be retribution
I'll leave you to draw your own conclusion
About your life that was never true
And the loved one that never loved you

Hello... I'm gonna have my time
And hello... I'm gonna have my time

Cos you don't have to say
That the feeling's gone away
Cos I know that it left you long ago
And I still smell a scent
Of the times when I meant
Just to put one or two things right with you

Hello... I'm gonna have my time
And hello... I'm gonna have my time

Always be doing something
Always be doing something cool
Always be moving something
Always be making someone move
Like an infection
I lock you right into my rhythm section
Make no correction my friend
It's yours for the taking
It's yours if you're making some...

Hello... I'm gonna have my time
And hello... I'm gonna have my time
 
Oh is he more, too much more than a pretty face
It's so strange the way he talk, it's a disgrace
Well I know I've been out of style
For a short while
But I don't care how cold you are
I'm coming home soon
I'm gonna make you a star, yeah

Well he say he's into his music
But I don't believe it
He just doesn't seem to understand the rock media
Well I know I'm not super hip
And I'm liable to take a slip
But I don't care how cold you are
I'm coming home soon
I'm gonna make you a star, yeah, yeah

We gonna make ya a star
We gonna make ya a star

Oh is he more, too much more than a pretty face
(I don't think so)
It's so strange the way he talkin', it's a disgrace
Well I know I've out of style
For a short while
But you see I don't care how cold you are
I'm coming home soon
I'm gonna make you a star, yeah

We gonna make ya a star
We gonna make ya a star
We gonna make ya a star
We gonna make ya a star
We gonna make ya a star
 
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