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Oh the turbines pound
Your plane touches down
The captain catches your eye
And all the city crows
Perched high and low
On wires watch you walk by
Oh your hair has changed
Your room's rearranged
Someone's been sleeping inside
And the curtains closed
On all your windows
To block out the fried chicken sign
Roll on Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my so sorry manniquin frown
The porter sings
As he begins
To clean up the mess that we've made
And the christmas trees
Are cast on the street
And garbage trucks block Hooper lane
Well my head is in pain
But I can't complain
Cause my sweetheart waits down the line
And I will be
In a house by the sea
Or even if just in my mind
Roll on Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
Your eyes cast through the glass
At my sorry American frown
Oh my mouth aint fed
My lips aint cherry red
And my grin might show my bad teeth
And all the people I pass
Give me a glance
As if I'm some lower class freak
But to you I'm fine
And I'm in your mind
Even if I'm not around
In my arms I am strong
And thats where you belong
Give em the love that we've found
Roll on Arte, roll on
Oh your heart is too good for this town
My eyes cast through the glass
At your so sorry Marylyn frown
At your so sorry Marylyn frown
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powder your nose
pull off your panty hose
let me love you from behind
my darlin
powder your nose
pull on your panty hoes
we're going down to my bow
my darlin
before the bell would ring
he had a way like era flynn
as he santered to the ring
with a sheet on
but the leg round scared the girl
heaven knows she thought the world
of lou, it was hard to see him sway
in the neon
joey was a noone
just some big dumb kid from flushin
he had a face like an ugly boy
always pouting
he hit louie kind of low
and he fummbled on the ropes
as the bookies blocked the rows
shouting
powder your nose
pull off your panty hose
let me love you from behind
my darlin
powder your nose
pull on your panty hoes
were going down to my bows
my darlin
the blows were hard and loud
he could hardly hear the crowd
in the bleechers where they hound
they were cheering
i remember in the eighth
it was clear that lou was fading
when soemthing caught his eye
by the ceiling
he saw her as she spoke
thru the shiffty yellow smoke
she said "louie you look bad,
like you're dying"
but louie could not answer
his eyes were cast up to the rafters
and then they slowy sealed
in the silence
powder your nose
pull off your panty hoes
let me love you from behind
my darling
powder your nose
pull on your panty hoes
were going down to my bow
my darlin
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I put this shovel down
Hire me on better grounds
I can't afford no gas
I walk to work on the overpass
My teenage daughter's knocked up
Well jeanie this time you really fucked up
You aughtta be in the hospital
But I can't afford to go, the bill
Hey hey revolver
Don't lead me on
Your shiny barrel
Is long and narrow
Hey hey Revolver
I put this shovel down
I walk the line into Hudson town
The blue burger king billboard signs Remind me of her mother's eyes
She ran off to be a T.V. star
I hope she found what she was lookin for
I promised Jeanie she'd see L.A.
If I ever made some cash someday
Hey hey revolver
Don't lead me on
Your shiny barrel
Is long and narrow
Hey hey Revolver
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we'd watch the shapes the rain would make
falling down the window of our bus
i said they reminded me of paper ponies blowing free
you said they reminded you of us
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through these rains and gone
woke up with the driver cryin Birmingham
looked through the glass and found morning sky
i said that cloud was shaped like a burning man
you didn't have the heart to tell me why
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through them clouds and gone
i put my hand inside your skirt
nasty, the thought that our baby's life would turn out this way
you said you wasn't really sure
but really you's too good to say it
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through them rains and gone
your belly in my arms
tomorrow we'll be through them games and gone
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Even if I'm sick in bed with a towel around my head
Even if I'm feeling blue and crying is all I do
I know she'll be there beside of me
Lady Day, please wont you stay, my Lady Day
Even if the sea does rise and there's waves up to the skies
And the evening bells wont ring no matter how you pull the thing
I know she'll find some way to soothe my mind
Lady Day, please wont you stay, my Lady Day
Even if the nightbird sings some foul and tempered thing
And it wakes me from a dream of booze and nicotine
I know she'll be there beside of me
Lady Day, please wont you stay, my Lady Day
Even if the world turns white and the night turns into night
And there's rebels on the beach exchanging weapons each to each
I know she'll find some way to soothe my mind
Lady Day, please won't you stay, my Lady Day
Even if I get sick as hell and I never do get well
And at last my heart does fail and to some golden city sail
I won't much care to love no angel there
Lady Day, please wont you stay, my Lady Day
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The exhaust from the prison van is going to heaven, but I'm going to Attica
Gonna put a hundred miles between me and my dealing habit
I'm watching Poughkeepsie move by in the afternoon rain
My hands are turning blue from these cuffs they got me in
I tried to keep my job at the dollar store
Found out my mom was sick and a dollar wasn't enough no more
I promise you Mama, I'm gonna get you them pills
I got me a box of bags and a baker's scale
Fifteen grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
Fifteen years to life
Rockefeller, that's a long old time
My brother was shot down on Warren Street a year ago tonight
Can't you see the medics with his body in the siren light
I promise you brother, I'm gonna be a good dad
Gonna give our children something like we never had
Fifteen grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
Fifteen years to life
Rockefeller, that's a long old time
Twenty boys in orange clothes in the jailhouse yard
Twenty needle-marks in the arms of God
Five hundred picketers this morning on the governor's lawn
Fifty white stars, my Darling, in the milky dawn
Fifteen grams of heroin
An ounce of speed
Fifteen years to life
Rockefeller, that's a long old time
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Show me mercy
Show me mercy, Mary girl
Bury this here gun and play my widow
In the kitchen window
In the last of the falling sun
Show me mercy
Won't you nurse these wounds of mine
Rinse and sew me up
Baby your eyes are like a pale blue Chrysler
Drive us to the sun
Sure am thirsty
Show me mercy, Molly girl
Lift your pitcher to my mouth
Close your eyelids in the smoky silence
With your black hair falling down
Show me mercy
Show me mercy, Mary girl
Bury this here gun
With Jesus laughing, now you see what happens
When devils fall in love
Show me mercy
Smokestack curse the churchyard air
Where a virgin weeps for us
With Jesus laughing in the breezy blackness
Where devils fall in love
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Show me Mercy
Show me Mercy, Mary girl
And bury this here gun
Play my widow
In the kitchen window
And the last of the fallen sun
Show me Mercy
Won't you nurse these wounds of mine
Rinse and sow me up
'Cause baby you're eyes are
Like a pale blue Chrysler
Drive us to the sun
Sure am thirsty
Show me Mercy, Molly girl
Left your picture to my mouth
And close your eyelids
In a smokey silence
With your black (black) hair (hair) falling down
Show me mercy
Show me mercy, Mary girl
Bury this here gun
Jesus laughing
Now you see what happens when devils fall in love
Show me mercy
Smokestack curves the church yard in
Where a virgin weeps for us
And Jesus keeps laughing
In the breezy blackness
Where devils fall in love
Where devils fall in love
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There's a home up in the sky
I'm gonna climb to it by and by
I'm gonna walk these yellow lines
Till they turn to golden vines
I'm going, going, gone
I remember your eyes were soft
In the doorway as you saw me off
You said we're young and I'll admit
But we ain't that innocent
I'm going, going, gone
Black cloud falling on a field
Throwing rain on my windshield
But it don't matter cause I left behind
The type of vision that ran can blind
I'm going, going, gone
Can't keep no steady job
With an unsteady mind, my God
So I'm gonna walk these yellow lines
Till they turn to golden vines
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Take this hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (whoa)
Take this hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (whoa)
Take this hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (whoa)
Tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone
I don't want no, corn bread and molasses
I don't want no goddamn corn bread and molasses
I don't want no corn bread and molasses
It hurts my pride, it hurts my pride
I don't want no congratulations
I don't want no congratulations
I don't want no congratulations
It hurts my pride, it hurts my pride
Take it Jimmy!
Take this hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (whoa)
Take my goddamn hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (whoa)
Take this hammer (whoa)
And carry it to the captain (wh0a)
Tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone
I don't want no cornbread and molasses
I don't want no goddamn cornbread and molasses
i don't want no cornbread and molasses
It hurts my pride, it hurts my pride
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