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Too Many Songs
03:14
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Too many songs start with "sitting by my window"
Too many end with "watching the rain"
So many times "my baby left me"
Too many songs about too much pain
Too many songs have just three verses
Too few start on the chorus don’t you think
Too few tell you about the state of the nation
Too many songs about too many drinks
She keeps talking about China
She makes me open up my mouth
She keeps her bulldogs in the backyard
And spends her summer in the South
Too many songs use the word diamonds
Too many say silly things about birds
There is nothing like SHE’S A RAINBOW
Too many songs are random words
Sing me something new
Something wild and true
All the way to the bottom line
Sing me something that is mine.
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Plans For You, Baby
03:46
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The moment you wake up
I know exactly what you need
When you lie on your pillow
My mind is working at full speed
Don’t look so worried, love
Relax and have faith in me
My mind is working all the time
Working for you and me
When I look at you
I’m thinking of a Japanese landscape
So much emptiness
We’re gonna fill it before it’s too late
Making plans for you, baby
All day and all night long
Making plans for you, baby
I won’t let you die alone
When I hear you sigh
I’m thinking of an empty cathedral
I’ll be your sunrise in the morning
Watch me burn you up with love
Man is never complete
Until he’s 6 feet underground.
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Every night I try to dodge the radar
Every day I hide behind the wheel
Every night I keep looking for my main man
But my heart beats like the police
Everyone I know wants to be a hero
Everyone I meet just tries to please
Every day I wonder who we think we are
But my heart beats like the police
Every night I’m howling at the full moon
Every day the sun just hits my eyes
Now and then I have to deal with other people
But my heart beats like the police
The ads are so loud on TV
But I don’t understand
Rain is falling down on Main Street
As we walk together hand in hand
She says that she’ll be home for Xmas
And she’s hoping for a load of snow
Before we go
Every night I want to dance my pants off
Every day I hang them out to dry
Every night I try to hit that shit up
But my heart beats like the police.
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4. |
Hyde Park
03:10
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Two weeks before departure
Everything turns into a new place
And two weeks after you’re back
It’s all the same
It’s the same little hotel room
At the start and at the end
And coming home to somewhere else
Is just a game
It’s the longest crescent worldwide
It’s a green shed on the Severn
It’s a North West London station
In the sun
It’s an orange blossom fragrance
It’s the moment when the tide turns
It’s a home that breaks my heart
Once I’m gone
If Hyde Park gives you hay fever
And Clifton gives me vertigo
The red rocks are still burning
Under the sun
I think my heart’s still in St. Ives
And your missing card’s still in Penzance
So let’s go back, babe
Summer is still young
There’s a bridge across the harbour
In the town the new world started
And I cross it many times before
We’re there
There’s a house upon a hilltop
With a 100’000 chambers
And the Dartmoor wind’s still blowing
In my hair
Let’s go back while summer is still burning
By New Year’s Eve the island will be crowded as hell
Baby, we’re still young and we’re still learning
How to ride the tide and ride it well
It’s a dream that keeps me going
Like the blue Hayle water flowing
Flowing every single day into the sea
Where you start is where you end up
And the waves they fall and rise up
And the die upon the beach
Just like me.
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5. |
Different River
03:23
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Oh this river never stops
And the birds wake in their trees
But they’ll soon be gone away
Oh this river never stops
And the birds fly to the South
But me I’m just gonna have to stay
Every morning brings a new day
And every evening I’m still here
Ships and planes are full of people
There must be something
That keeps me here
Looking out my window
I can see the river change
It’s a different river every day
Everybody walks out
And just leaves the world behind
But me I’m just gonna have to stay
Rolling in my bed
Like I’m rolling in a river
It’s rolling in my head
Cause I’m living by the river
Hear the steps are creaking
There’s someone on the stairs
Everybody leaves this house
Then the lights just go out
And her perfume’s in the air
Then I play the music much too loud.
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6. |
You Make Me High
02:36
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I love to ride in trains
Gazing at the people
I never look outside
People make me high
I love to ride in trains
Smiling at your faces
I hope you fall asleep
Your dreams make me high
And then when I sneak home
I will hide behind my desk
I start to write my book
And make you look like shit
I love to ride in trains
Listen to your phone-calls
Your voice is just like honey
Sugar makes me high
I love to ride in trains
I hear you’re feeling low
You had a little row
Your tears make me high
I feel good about the way
You act and dress and talk
I love to ride in trains
Cheap smells and tummy tees
You had too much Vodka
People make me high.
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7. |
The Band Plays On
03:00
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Let’s not go home
We’ll take a later train
We haven’t got no money
And tomorrow might rain
Let’s stay in town
Let them send another plane
They can post those letters
We can’t feel the pain
Baby, don’t throw that map away just yet
There’s still a few roads left
There’s no telling how exciting this might get
It isn’t over yet
Let’s get another pint
It won’t be our last
The way this is going
It’s going nowhere fast
Tomorrow I can stay in bed
And have another bad dream
I’ll be turning in my sleep
And watch the boats downstream
Let’s not go home
Just one more song
The river keeps on flowing
And the band plays on.
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8. |
I Could Be A Sailor
02:18
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I could be a sailor
Just as long as I can move
As long as I can move my home
To where I wanna be
I could operate a life boat service
And sell souvenirs
And my surfshop would be open
Seven days a week
I could open up a tea room
Just as long as I can move
As long as I can spend my life
Right where I wanna be
I could join the arts club
And have cream teas every day
I could even bear the cold
From November till May
I could work for local radio
And play your favourite songs
Just as long as I can settle
Where I feel I must belong
I could learn to sport a rain storm
When it’s 15 miles away
And read the shipping forecast
Every day
I could speak without an accent
Just as long as I can move
As long as I can spend my days
The closest to the sea
I could hold my breath forever
Underneath the waves
And I’d never want a holiday away.
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9. |
Long Cold Winter
02:35
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Sometimes the clouds
Have the shape of an angel
Sometimes the clouds
Have the shape of you
I feel so cosmo
I don’t wanna feel low
Nobody knows
What I’ve been through
It’s been a long cold winter
But now I’ll open up the doors
I’ve been waiting for sunshine
I’m gonna sweep the floor
Someday I’m gonna be free
As a mountain
Free like the birds in the trees
I feel so dizzy
I’ve been in the darkness
I’ll catch the sun, it must be me
Tomorrow I’ll be able to talk to you
And you’ll be able to talk to me, too
Some day I’m gonna buy me a ticket
I guess I’m not coming back
And then I’m gonna live for the present
Just follow the railroad tracks.
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10. |
Crumbling House
04:23
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Brother, you need to come down
Keep your crumbling house together
Brother, you need to come down South
Keep your crumbling house together
For a crumbling house won’t stand
This stormy weather
Last night I heard the hounds again
They keep coming back for more
And when I wake I’ll build it up again
4 walls, a roof, a window and a door
Water’s dripping in the kitchen
Water’s dripping on the floor
Water’s dripping in the bedroom
Water’s dripping on the floor
And the river’s seeping
Under your front door
There’s many things that you can fix
With just a little bit of glue
And you’ve been known to fix your marriage
I know, I know, brother, you do
I know your friends all moved away
But brother, you need to come down
I know your friends all moved away
But brother, you need to stick around
You know a raging fire kills
Without a sound.
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11. |
On The Day
04:10
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On the day DNA transplantation
Becomes available to everyone
I’ll get up early, be the first at the clinic
And get some DNA from the sun
But till that day, until that day
I’m just gonna have to try and have some fun
Until that day, until that day
I’m just gonna try and shine on everyone
On the day when they say reincarnation
Is no longer just for the chosen few
I will apply for the body of a seagull
And fly the ocean shores far and wide
But till that day, until that day
I’m just gonna have to swim with the tide
Until that day, until that day
I’m just gonna try to learn to let it slide
On the day when mass transportation
Can at last drive us out of our minds
We’ll board a train and ride it all across the nation
Until the nation is no longer yours or mine
But till that day, until that day
We'll just sit and bear the daily grind
Until that day, until that day
We’ll just have to learn to leave
Ourselves behind.
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12. |
Momma Nature
03:25
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Darling, don’t you stay inside
Darling, won’t you come outside
Let’s lie in the grass
And have a cigarette or two
Let’s lie in the grass just me and you
I don’t like the countryside
She’s so rough, she’s so rough
I don’t wanna go outside
Dog eat dog, dog eat dog
The night’s so scary
And the ground’s so damp
She’s so rough, she’s so rough
I need my table and I need my lamp
Dog eat dog, dog eat dog
I need my pillow and I need my chair
She’s so rough, she’s so rough
I know momma nature never cares
Dog eat dog, dog eat dog
Momma nature she’s got no plan
She’s so rough, she’s so rough
Pretend not to see it
Do the best that I can
Dog eat dog, dog eat dog
If I look at her I only see what she lacks
Hear the trees, they talk behind my back
See those trees, don’t wanna see those trees
Shut the shutter
Shut the window, please.
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