1. |
You Can't Go Home Again
03:54
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Memory Lane is a dead-end street
You don’t want to walk that beat
Living in the past
Will get you nowhere fast
You and the gang pulled your share of crimes
You got out just in time
A war no one could win
You know what might’ve been
Now you’re missing the guys
And the good times way back when
But…
Your head knows all the weapons they carried
Your heart knows where all the bodies are buried
You can’t go home again
You can’t go home again
Nothing excites you like before
You might want a little more
Of the olden days
But were they golden days?
So you’re missing the guys
And the good times way back when
But…
Your head knows all the weapons they carried
Your heart knows where all the bodies are buried
You can’t go home again
You can’t go home again
The way you’re thinking has an ugly end
And a wiseguy isn’t always a friend
Your head knows all the weapons they carried
Your heart knows where all the bodies are buried
You can’t go home again
You can’t go home again
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2. |
Ride That Bronco
05:18
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Same old faces on the street at night
And I barely notice them
They got lives to live like you and I
I never felt that was my problem
Same old guy outside the liquor store
Though I never asked his name
Cap in hand and always grubby clothes
Never thought about the losing game
He ain’t there no more
Living on the streets
It ain’t no picnic
Nobody ever gives a damn
About your last remaining rodeo
So ride that bronco while you can
Heard he had a broken limousine
All his wordly goods within
It got towed away by the authority
They don’t give a damn about the man
And now he’s gone
Living on the streets
It ain’t no picnic
Nobody ever gives a damn
About your last remaining rodeo
So ride that bronco while you can
Rich is pay dirt
Poor is mud
Heaven is
Too far above
Hell is like
This careless place
That turns your head
But leaves no trace..
Of bitterness or regret
No thought of ever helping
Just tut and walk away
Tomorrow is your future
His was yesterday..
And now he’s in the grave
Living on the streets
It ain’t no picnic
Nobody ever gives a damn
About your last remaining rodeo
So ride that bronco while you can
Same old faces on your street at night
Do you ever notice them
They got lives to live like you and I
Do you think that is your problem
Living on the streets
It ain’t no picnic
Nobody ever gives a damn
About your last remaining rodeo
So ride that bronco while you can
Ride that bronco lady
Ride that bronco man
Ride that bronco any way you can.
You better ride that bronco any way you can
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3. |
He
03:36
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He
May be the one that I adore
In twenty years from now or more
May be the one that I’ve longed for
All my life
Or he may be the one that I forget
May be a lost love I regret
May be a boy that I once met
To never think about no more
He
May be the one that’s my amor
The one that shakes me to my core
Maybe be the one that I fight for
In the night
Or he may be the one that I take home
May be a stranger in my phone
May be a boy I used to know
To never think about no more
And he
Whoever he may be
Across the room I fail to see
A single flaw
He’s divine
And he
He captivates and he intrigues
A simple small town boy like me
I see the sunset in his eyes
And should I talk to him tonight…
He
May be the father to my kids
The one who bathes me when I’m sick
May be the one that I die with
When I’m old
Or he may be the one that breaks my heart
May be the one I love afar
May be the owner of my scars
To never think about no more
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4. |
Sweet Blue Velvet
02:41
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night time is here
long overdue return
i welcome you
to grant me your dear release
now it's so clear
i have come to learn
i favor blue
and day is too eager to please
sweet blue velvet
will you wrap me in your arms
and let a gentle breeze
blow away all my woes?
sweet blue velvet
entice me with your charms
reveal to me the secrets
god only knows
lend me your ear
i'll tell you my hopes and dreams
i'll confide in you
and you may confide in me
stay with me here
when soon the sunlight gleams
our time is through
i bid my farewell to thee
sweet blue velvet
will you wrap me in your arms
and let a gentle breeze
blow away all my woes?
sweet blue velvet
entice me with your charms
reveal to me the secrets
god only knows
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5. |
Bye Bye Prima Donna
03:17
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At the start, you had me going
New relationship and all
Then in time I saw a part of you
I’d call a fatal flaw
You frame every situation
So you’re at center stage
When I see how much you eat it up
I know you’ll never change
So Bye, Bye, Prima Donna
I’m walking off the set
Cancelling my contract
Writing off the debt
Bye, Bye, Prima Donna
I wish we’d never met
You don’t want to be a partner
You need to be the star
I thought we could be a power team
But that’s not who you are
It’s a shame we didn’t make it
After all that we went through
I’d like to be your lover
But I can’t compete with you
So Bye, Bye, Prima Donna
I’m walking off the set
Cancelling my contract
Writing off the debt
Bye, Bye, Prima Donna
I wish we’d never met
So Bye, Bye, Prima Donna
I’m walking off the set
Cancelling my contract
Writing off the debt
Bye, Bye, Prima Donna
I wish we’d never met
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6. |
Kicking Cans
03:44
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Two boys kicking cans down the road
On opposite sides of a tall brooding wall
Same Messi replica kits
But they'll never be on the same side at all
Two girls singing songs that they love
On opposite sides of that tall monstrous wall
Same Rihanna tour t-shirts
But they won't sing together until that wall falls
Tear it down
Smash it down
With hammers and fists
Knock it down
Bash it down
With karate kicks
Some men preaching hate on the streets
On opposite sides of their beloved wall
Same old tapestry of lies
Their view of the world is so dated and small
Some suits sitting tight on their hands
Safely away from that constructed wall
Same fake promises to help
But we know that they’ll do sweet bugger all
Tear it down
Smash it down
With hammers and fists
Knock it down
Bash it down
With karate kicks
Could be Palestine
Could be Belfast
Could happen anywhere
Where hate’s allowed take root and last
Tear it down
Smash it down
With hammers and fists
Knock it down
Bash it down
With karate kicks
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7. |
Bounty Hunters
02:38
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Take the lies from politicians
Mix them with the media spin
Is it any wonder
My patience is wearing thin!
Watch the towers crumbling
Activists in the grime
Angels selling any dreams
Even selling time
Pathways with no endings
Barbed wire crossing streets
All held together
By smiling wall street cheats
Future up for offers
Honeymoon is gone
Surrounded by bounty hunters
Think we’ve got it wrong
Prayers for wrong things
Glass with cracks all down
Oceans full of plastic
Rivers dirty brown
Speaking loud in tongues
Dealing out the soup
Trying to survive
Somewhere off the loop
Glass is past half empty
Little time is left
Everything is gone now
Another kind of Theft
Future up for offers
Honeymoon is gone
Future up for offers
Honeymoon is gone
Surrounded by bounty hunters
Think we’ve got it wrong
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mr. mallard looked as if
he had someone else's face
stretched on top of his own
lived with the rotten carcass
of his mother
just to claim her benefits
spent his summers drinking anti-freeze
and winters drinking gasoline
kumbaya my lord, kumbaya
mrs. herring woke up at noon
when the sun had carved
another line on her cheeks
put a new coat of make up
on top of the old
spent her days selling pebbles on the beach
stumps for legs, crawled back under the bridge
kumbaya my lord, kumbaya
young mr. fox had the palest skin
you've ever seen
bordered on the see-through
bruised easily and often
as he rented his body
to the richer kids
dreamt of removing all his ribs
to be what he always wanted to be
kumbaya my lord, kumbaya
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9. |
Through The Keyhole
03:31
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my universe
is 3000 cubic feet
with a lightbulb for a sun
recurring floral pattern
to look at
plastic wood grain imitation
to walk on
dusty panes filter
the distorted mirage
through the keyhole
another dimension
once familiar
now a stranger
one day i may still return
but not today
today it felt
the same as yesterday
as if the cycles didn't cycle
recurring mundane routines
to adhere to
same tungsten glow
to bathe in
dusty panes filter
the distorted mirage
through the keyhole
another dimension
once familiar
now a stranger
one day i may still return
but not today
seasons change
but not for me
my lukewarm autumn everlasting
through the keyhole
another dimension
once familiar
now a stranger
one day i may still return
but not today
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10. |
Memories And Mementos
03:22
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there’s moonlight in a mason jar
on the night stand by my bed
moonlight that I captured
the night that we were wed
memories and mementos
moonlight and sunbeams
always deep within my heart
treasures of you and me
there’s sunbeams in a cardboard box
on a book shelf by the door
sunbeams that I captured
on our vacation at the shore
memories and mementos
moonlight and sunbeams
always deep within my heart
treasures of you and me
there’s ashes in an earthen urn
on the mantle in this room
ashes that I will return
to soil so flowers bloom
memories and mementos
moonlight and sunbeams
always deep within my heart
treasures of you and me
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