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The Duke & The King Album


Nothing Gold Can Stay (08/04/2009)
08/04/2009
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If you ever get famous,
Don't forget about me,
Hope it's everything that you thought it would be

If you ever get famous,
Don't forget about her,
'Cause she was there boy when nobody cared who you were

If you ever get famous,
I'll say a prayer for your heart,
Keep your eyes open wide and beware of the sharks,
'Cause they come out in the dark

If you ever get famous,
Show your face now and then
'Cause all our days are just so many waves in the wind,
You can't get them back again

So many days in the wind, let them roll on by
So many days in the wind, let them roll on by

If you ever get famous,
You're in your white limousine,
It's a rainy night and your headlights hit the water in the street
And the rain beats down

You keep an eye on the driver,
'Cause as the high-way unwinds,
Boy the way home will fade and be so hard to find,
Oh my oh my oh my

So many days in the wind, you keep on running round,
So many days in the wind, you been running all your lift,
So many waves in the wind, I hope you find what you're looking for,
So many days

If you ever get famous,
Don't forget about me,
Hope it's everything that you thought it would be

. . .


The morning that I get to hell,
The devil will take me up in his ferris wheel
Show me all the scenes below,
Tapping a tick tack tack on his black high heel
Wich all his pretty ones dancing in the fire,
They're singing lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie

The morning that I get to hell,
They'll play me my life on a TV so I see it all
Everything I'd never tell,
Till I'm begging the anchorman for my one phone call
And I'd call my pretty one, the one I told the lie,
Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie

Oh and what will it sound like?
Mmm and what will I wear?
Oh, tell me what will it sound like
The morning I get there?

Feeling like a one-man band,
Where's all my fire, my famous missionary zeal?
Been beating on my pots and Pans,
Tapping a sad tick tack on my black high heel
And when all my pretty years have passed me by,
I'll be singing lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
The morning that I get to hell,
Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie
The morning that I get to hell,
Lie oh lie oh lie oh lie oh lie

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There's been times in my life looking back,
Just like a mirror in a smoky Cadillac
You and me running wild in a field of snow,
To a different drum in the winter sun chasing crows

I still remember …
I still remember love
I still remember love
I still remember

I never knew that we would die when we were young,
I never saw me waking up to find you gone
Who's gonna lay the softest kisses on my scar?
Who'll hang the feathers from the mirror in my car?

I still remember …
I still remember love
I still remember love

There's been times in my life looking back,
Just like a song inside a smoky Cadillac
I hear the crows, I hear a lonely drummer play,
I'm just liar, just a child who's lost his way

I still remember …
I still remember love
I still remember love

Please remember that your life is fall of change
I still remember love
(Repeat)

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I got the highest heels on the street
But they don't get me as high as I wanna be
I was born in the Summer of Sam
When all of New York City held its breath
Scared to death

A regular boy in the Reagan time
With my BB gun and satellite
And boy, did I want my MTV
And everything was easy
So easy
It was easy

My, oh my, oh my
We had promises to keep
I sing, my, oh my, oh my
Many miles to get to Union Street
If we could just get to Union Street
Then everything will be alright

You were the prettiest girl in town
But your mom was a druggie, she kicked you around
And everyone knew the word on the street
Knew she was easy (so easy)
So easy
Your ma was easy

So meet me there in the parking lot
In that part of town that Jesus forgot
And bring those pills you stole from your mom
And we'll be here
We'll be here
And we'll be gone
We'll be long gone

My, oh my, oh my
We got promises to keep
Singing, my, oh my, oh my
Can you tell me the way to get to Union Street?
If we could just get to Union Street
My, oh my, oh my

We all have promises to keep
In the days of falling stars
With every house lit up on Union Street
If we could make it to Union Street
My, oh my, oh my
It's such a long long way to go
And nobody gets out alive
But just as long as we got rock 'n' roll
Everything will be alright
Yeah, it'll be alright

. . .


It makes me wanna loose my self!

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You may not be in love with me, Suzanne
You may not feel that way for me, Suzanne
But won't you please just lay with me, Suzanne?
Won't you please just stay tonight with me, Suzanne?
I don't wanna be alone tonight, Suzanne
Said, I don't wanna hold me pillow tight, Suzanne
Won't you please just stay with me, Suzanne?
Could you please, please just lay with me, Su-Suzanne.

Stay with me, lay with me
Stay with me, lay with me
...

I want you to stay with me ...

Stay with me, lay with me
Stay with me, lay with me
...

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Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain on my windowpane
It plays the sad old melody of our times

Some are born to love,
Some are born to carry a Tommy gun
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by

Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain feels so far away
So far away in the saddest winter of our lives

Some are born to sin,
Some are born to die in the open wind
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by

Oooh, that's the kind of love I want
Oooh, that's the kind of love I want

Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain makes it all ok
Play your sad old timpani on my mind

Some are born to drum
Some are born, baby, to carry a Tommy-gun
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by
There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by

Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain,
Summer morning rain makes it all ok.
Summer morning rain.

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Water spider, desert flower,
They don't make them like you no more
Water spider, freedom fighter,
They don't make them like you no more

There's an island in your eyes, love,
With a river too wide to cross
But the water spider is skipping lighter
On a bridge that s denied to us

Water spider, desert flower,
They don't make them like you no more
Water spider, freedom fighter,
They don't make them like you no more

Jesus walked on water, but so did Marvin Gaye
And Harriet, didn't you hear? They never caught her,
She just slipped away,
She skipped away

Water spider, desert flower,
They don't make them like you no more
Water spider, freedom fighter,
They don't make them like you no more

. . .


Woke up this morning, I was thinking of you
Woke up this morning, I was thinking of you
Oooh, I've been bad
Oooh, I've been bad

Woke up this morning, I was thinking of you
Woke up this morning, I was thinking of you
Oooh, I've been bad
Oooh, I've been bad
Oooh, I've been bad
Oooh, I've been bad

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If I had a cinder block
For every lie I told,
I could have built us a house, fine as any city block,
To keep us out of the cold

Cause the winter s long,
And longer in this shitty town,
With a gas can rusting down the street

And the cherry trees,
And every boom-box playing loud
We'd sing along,
We'd sing till dawn,
Just one more American Song

John was a quiet boy in school,
Johnny had the fiery red hair,

Well he went in the army like a lot of them do,
And he gut fucked up over there

And if you see him now he pushes a shopping cart in the parking lot
And if you call him he don't hear a thing

Call him john the priest,
John the king of bottle tops
Priest or pawn,
His war is still on,
It's just one more American song

There's a place I heard about once,
A place called Union Street
A place on high,
A place where we could all be one,
And it sounded pretty good to me

But ain't no gasoline gonna take us back that way again
When the years have rusted out our fenders

When our jeans were torn
And we were all the best of friends
And the music sewed us together

I can hear that band,
They're near at hand,
And I really hope it's the wind again

Don't be long boys,
Cause something's gone,
One more American song

Don't be long boys, I'm hanging on
For just one more American song

It's been too long boys, something's gone,
One more American song

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