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all my nerves are naked wires

tender to the touch

sometimes super-sensitive

but who can care too much?

- I get this feeling

 

scars of pleasure

scars of pain

atmospheric changes

make them sensitive again

 

each emotional injury

leaves behind its mark

sometimes they come tumbling out

like shadows in the dark

- I get this feeling

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Trick Of The Light

Or Just

A Loss Of Perspective

Flaw In The Grand Plan

Just

The Way It Is

 

Looks Good From A Distance

But

The Closer I Come

It...

Becomes More Daunting

But

These Moments Will Pass

 

Still

Halfway Up The Hill

My Fingers May Bleed

But I've Got To Get There

Still

Standing On The Hill

My Spirit's Released

But I've Got To Get There

 

Lost In An Abstract Thought

Dazed And Distracted

Winded Yet Still I'm Caught

With A Fragment Of Doubt

Slowed By Reflection

But

These Moments Will Pass

 

Still

Halfway Up The Hill

My Fingers May Bleed

But I've Got To Get There

Still

Standing On The Hill

My Spirit's Released

But I've Got To Get There

 

It's Just Confusion

An Illusion

Easily Overdone

Here Comes Resolution

Absolution

 

It's Not An Illusion

Not A Fiction

Easily Overcome

Here Comes Revolution

Absolution

 

Trick Of The Light

Or Just

Too Much Perspective

Looks Good From A Distance

But

The Closer I Come

It

Becomes More Daunting

But

These Moments Will Pass

 

Still

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If we burn our wings

Flying too close to the sun

If the moment of glory

Is over before it's begun

If the dream is won -

Though everything is lost

We will pay the price,

But we will not count the cost

 

When the dust has cleared

And victory denied

A summit too lofty

River a little too wide

If we keep our pride -

Though paradise is lost

We will pay the price,

But we will not count the cost

 

And if the music stops

There's only the sound of the rain

All the hope and glory

All the sacrifice in vain

If love remains

Though everything is lost

We will pay the price,

But we will not count the cost

 

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Driving away to the east, and into the past

History receeds in my rear-view mirror

Carried away on a wave of music down a desert road

Memory humming at the heart of a factory town

 

All my life

I've been workin' them angels overtime

Riding and driving and living

So close to the edge

Workin' them angels - Overtime

 

Riding through the Range of Light to the wounded city

Filling my spirit with the wildest wish to fly

Taking the high road to the wounded city

Memory strumming at the heart of a moving picture

 

All this time

I've been workin' them angels overtime

Riding and driving and flying

Just over the edge

Workin' them angels - Overtime

 

Driving down the razor's edge 'tween the past and the future

Turn up the music and smile

Get carried away on the songs and stories of vanished times

Memory drumming at the heart of an English winter

Memories beating at the heart of an African village

 

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if I could wave my magic wand...

 

I am made from the dust of the stars

and the oceans flow in my veins

here I hide in the heart of the city

like a stranger coming out of the rain

 

the evening plane rises up from the runway

over constellations of light

I look down into a million houses

and wonder what you're doing tonight

 

if I could wave my magic wand

I'd make everything all right

 

I'm not one to believe in magic

But I sometimes have a second-sight

I'm not one with a sense of proportion

When my heart still changes overnight

 

I had a dream of a winter garden

a midnight rendezvous

silver, blue, and frozen silence

what a fool I was for you

 

I had a dream of the open water

I was swimming away out to sea

so deep I could never touch bottom

what a fool I used to be

 

if I could wave my magic wand

I'd set everybody free

 

I'm not one to believe in magic

Though my memory has a second-sight

I'm not one to go pointing my finger

When I radiate more heat than light

 

don't ask me

I'm just improvising

my illusion of careless flight

can't you see

my temperature's rising

I radiate more heat than light

 

don't ask me

I'm just sympathizing

my illusions a harmless flight

can't you see

my temperature's rising

I radiate more heat than light

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Half heard cries in the night

Bolt the door, put out the light

The clock just stopped, time goes slow

Listen to my voice on the telephone

Fine prayers, sweet dreams

Don't forget to breathe, my friend

You're not the only one

To look me in the eyes again

 

Half heard screams in the night

The man's down deep 'cos he died of fright

There's a dog bite - Flash light

Throw him in the room with the clues and the dynamite

 

Fine prayers sweet dreams

Don't forget to breathe, my friend

You're not the only one

To look me in the eyes again

 

You saw! You saw!

A figure in the fog with razor claws

You saw! You saw!

A devil in the dark, we've met before

 

Fine prayers, sweet dreams

Don't forget to breathe, my friend

You're not the only one

To look me in the eyes again

 

Half seen shadows in the night

Burning hands and tortured sight

All the children of the storm are waiting

Half seen shadows in the night

Blood red rooms and fire light

All the children of the storm are waiting

 

And as you stand glued to the line

Your heart just stopped

And now you're mine!

 

Don't run away

 

 

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Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye

Because last night it felt like the best night of my life

Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides

And I don't understand why my brain wants to die

 

I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered

And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters

I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast

And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers

 

It's the little things we do when you go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time

 

So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich

But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language

It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"

And I break on down and cry why do good times turn to bummers

 

It's the little things we do when you go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time.

 

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Everybody's talking up a storm

Act like they don't notice it

But here it is and here it comes . . .

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

 

Impulse always quickens when it's full

As it turns my head around me

Yes it does and here it comes

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

 

God's gift I see that's moving up there into the night . . .

Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:

Looks like a little brother to the sun

Or mother to the stars at night

And here it is and here it comes

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.

 

Breath is always taken when it's new

Enhance upon the clouds around it

Yes it is and here it comes

Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.

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You say the hills too steep to climb

Climbing.

You say youd like to see me try

Climbing.

 

You pick the place and Ill choose the time

And Ill climb

The hill in my own way.

Just wait a while for the right day.

And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds

I look down, hearing the sound of the things youve said today.

 

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling.

Merciless the magistrate turns round

Frowning.

 

And whos the fool who wears the crown?

No doubt,

In your own way

And every day is the right day

And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow

You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd.

 

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Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream

I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been

To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed

 

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear

Oh, oh.

 

Oh, I been flying... mama, there aint no denyin

Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin

 

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land

Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.

 

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream

Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream

My shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again

Sure as the dust that floats high and true, when movin through kashmir.

 

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years

With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

Ohh.

 

When Im on, when Im on my way, yeah

When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

 

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down

Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

 

Let me take you there. let me take you there

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I ate it and at once my eyes could see you

No sooner had I ooped it down

I felt so far off from the ground I stood on.

 

My legs they seemed to me like high-rise buildings

My head was high up in the sky

My skin the sun began to fry like bacon.

 

And then somebody old appeared and asked had I come far...

And hadn't they just seen me up on Haleakala...

I kept on body surfing to pretend I hadn't heard

There was someone there beside me, swimming like Richard III

And I'm still smiling.

 

Seven naked native girls swam seven sacred pools...

Lone-ranger smoking doobies said you're breaking all the rules...

You'd better get your clothes on or else there'll be a row...

If it wasn't for my sunstroke I would take you on right now...

And I'm still smiling.

 

I fell in love with my Soft-Hearted Hana

She entered right in through my heart

And now although we're miles apart

I still feel her.

 

She lives beneath the crater in the meadow

She moves among the fruit and grain

You can meet her after heavy rain has fallen.

 

 

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Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better.

 

The king of Marigold was in the kitchen

Cooking breakfast for the queen

The queen was in the parlour

Playing piano for the children of the king.

 

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better

So cry baby cry.

 

The king was in the garden

Picking flowers for a friend who came to play

The queen was in the playroom

Painting pictures for the childrens holiday.

 

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better

So cry baby cry.

 

The duchess of Kircaldy always smiling

And arriving late for tea

The duke was having problems

With a message at the local bird and bee.

 

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better

So cry baby cry.

 

At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table

For a seance in the dark

With voices out of nowhere

Put on specially by the children for a lark.

 

Cry baby cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better

So cry baby cry cry cry cry baby

Make your mother sigh.

 

She's old enough to know better

Cry baby cry

cry cry cry

Make your mother sigh

She's old enough to know better

So cry baby cry.

 

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Our first stop is in Bogota

To check Colombian fields

The natives smile and pass along

A sample of their yield

Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Golden Acapulco nights

Then Morocco, and the East,

Fly by morning light

 

We're on the train to Bangkok

Aboard the Thailand Express

We'll hit the stops along the way

We only stop for the best

 

Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon

We burn the midnight oil

The fragrance of Afghanistan

Rewards a long day's toil

Pulling into Katmandu

Smoke rings fill the air

Perfumed by a Nepal night

The Express gets you there

 

We're on the train to Bangkok

Aboard the Thailand Express

We'll hit the stops along the way

We only stop for the best

 

We're on the train to Bangkok

Aboard the Thailand Express

We'll hit the stops along the way

We only stop for the best

 

Yes,We're on the train to Bangkok

Aboard the Thailand Express

We'll hit the stops along the way

We only stop for the best

 

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Picture yourself in a boat on a river

With tangerine trees and marmalade skies

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly

A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

 

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green

Towering over your head

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes

And she's gone

 

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaahhhhh...

 

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain

Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies

Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers

That grow so incredibly high

 

Newpaper taxis appear on the shore

Waiting to take you away

Climb in the back with your head in the clouds

And you're gone

 

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaahhhhh...

 

Picture yourself on a train in a station

With plasticine porters with looking glass ties

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle

The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes

 

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaahhhhh...

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I'd like to be under the sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade

He'd let us in, knows where we've been

In his octopus's garden in the shade

 

I'd ask my friends to come and see

An octopus's garden with me

I'd like to be under the sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade

 

We would be warm below the storm

In our little hideaway beneath the waves

Resting our head on the sea bed

In an octopus's garden near a cave

 

We would sing and dance around

Because we know we can't be found

I'd like to be under the sea

In an octopus's garden in the shade

 

We would shout and swim about

The coral that lies beneath the waves

(Lies beneath the ocean waves)

Oh what joy for every girl and boy

Knowing they're happy and they're safe

(Happy and they're safe)

 

We would be so happy you and me

No one there to tell us what to do

I'd like to be under the sea

In an octopus's garden with you

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I'd gladly lose me to find you

I'd gladly give up all I had

To find you I'd suffer anything and be glad

 

I'd pay any price just to get you

I'd work all my life and I will

To win you I'd stand naked, stoned and stabbed

 

I'd call that a bargain

The best I ever had

The best I ever had

 

I'd gladly lose me to find you

I'd gladly give up all I got

To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop

 

I'd pay any price just to win you

Surrender my good life for bad

To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man

 

I'd call that a bargain

The best I ever had

The best I ever had

 

I sit looking 'round

I look at my face in the the mirror

I know I'm worth nothing without you

In life one and one don't make two

One and one make one

And I'm looking for that free ride to me

I'm looking for you

 

I'd gladly lose me to find you

I'd gladly give up all I got

To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop

 

I'd pay any price just to win you

Surrender my good life for bad

To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man

 

I'd call that a bargain

The best I ever had

The best I ever had

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Awesome guitar:

*dooooooo-dadooo.........dadada-dadadda-dodadooo*

 

 

"It was an April morning when they told us we should go

As I turn to you, you smiled at me

How could we say no?

 

With all the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had

Oh, the songs to sing, when we at last return again

 

Sending off a glancing kiss, to those who claim they know

Below the streets that steam and hiss,

The devil's in his hole

 

Oh to sail away, to sandy lands and other days

Oh to touch the dream, hides inside and never seen.

 

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown

The shackles of commitment fell, in pieces on the ground

 

Oh to ride the wind, to tread the air above the din

Oh to laugh aloud, dancing as we fought the crowd

 

To seek the man whose pointing hand, the giant step unfolds

With guidance from the curving path, that churns up into stone

 

If one bell should ring, in celebration for a king

So fast the heart should beat, as proud the head with heavy feet.

 

Days went by when you and I, bathed in eternal summers glow

As far away and distant, our mutual child did grow

 

Oh the sweet refrain, soothes the soul and calms the pain

Oh Albion remains, sleeping now to rise again

 

Wandering & wandering, what place to rest the search

The mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth

 

The mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth

From the earth...

 

I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way

 

Oh the mighty arms of Atlas, hold the heavens from the earth."

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"Whoa-oh-oh, woke up today, feeling the way I always do

Whoa-oh-oh, hungery for something that I can't eat, when I hear that beat

They rhythm of town starts calling me down,

It's like a message from high above

Whoa-oh-oh, pulling me out to the styles and the streets that I love,

 

Good morning, Baltimore!

Every day's like an open door

Every night is a fantasy

It sounds like a symphony

Good morning Baltimore!

And someday soon when I take to the floor

The world is going to wake up and see

Baltimore and me

 

Whoa-oh-oh, look at my hair, no 'do can compare with mine today!

Whoa-oh-oh, I've got my hairspray and radio, I'm ready to go

The rats on the street all dance 'round my feet, they seem to say "Tracy, it's up to you..."

So-oh-oh, don't hold me back 'cause today all my dreams will come true!

 

Good morning Baltimore!

There's the flasher who lives next door

There's the drunk on his barroom stool

They wish me luck on my way to school

Good morning Baltimore!

Someday soon when I take to the floor

The world is going to wake up and see

Baltimore and me

 

I know every step, I know every song

I know there's a place where I belong

I see all those party lights shining ahead

So someone invite me before I drop dead!

 

Whoa-oh-oh, just give me a chance

'Cause when I start to dance I'm a movie star

Whoa-oh-oh, something inside of me makes me move

When I hear that groove

My mom tells me no

But my feet tell me "GO!"

It's like a drummer inside my heart

Whoa-oh-oh, don't make me wait one more moment for my life to start!

 

Good morning, Baltimore!

Every day's like an open door

Every night is a fantasy

It sounds like a symphony

Good morning Baltimore!

And someday soon when I take to the floor

The world is going to wake up and see

Baltimore and me..."

 

ETA - it's "Good Morning Baltimore" from Hairspray Love that movie. biggrin.gif

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She was a white skinned black beauty, the daughter of an Indian

Her Grandparents raised her in northern Illinois.

I call her mother.

He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman.

They say nobody was wilder,

but maybe his brother.

I call him father.

She was young, calling love.

He was young, stealing love.

We all got together for the first time last September.

I said "Somebody take a photograph.

I've got a camera."

Now I got me a favorite picture.

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"One, two, free four!

 

The memories of a man in his old age

are the deeds of a man in his prime

you shuffle in the gloom of the sick room

and talk to yourself as you die

 

Life is a short warm moment

and death is a long cold rest

you get your change to try in the twinkling of an eye

eighty years with luck or even less

 

So all aboard for the American tour

and maybe you'll make it to the top

but mind how you go, and I can tell you ' cause I know

you may find it hard to get off

 

But you are the angel of death

and I am the dead man's son

he was buried like a mole in a fox-hole

and everyone's still on the run

 

And who is the master of foxhounds

and who says the hunt is begun

and who calls the tune in the court-room

and who beats the funeral drum"

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