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you must try to lead a good life
you must do unto others as you would have them do
so that when you die you'll find golden boy peanuts waiting in the
afterlife for you
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts
if thine enemy oppresseth you
you must let him oppress you some more
so that when you go shopping in paradise
you'll find those magnificent peanuts from singapore
with the drawing of the young chinese farmer
the eastern sun behind him smiling at you from the shelves
if we want to spend eternity in happiness
well we're gonna have watch ourselves
you must give to the march of dimes
you must be on guard against wickedness at all times
and you'll find that your efforts have brought you great joy
when your spirit is munching on that golden boy
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts there
but the streets of heaven are lined with shelves
and there's billboards of the golden boy everywhere
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts... GO!
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1, 2, 3, 4,
1, 2
hey don't touch the door.
because the door will surely kill you.
i hear you saying that you don't see what i mean,
well you better look again.
stop looking at the floor.
because the whole building's turning, and turning, and turning.
and don't touch the door.
can't you see the door's burning?
and all at once the street is filled with light.
and all at once the street is filled with sound.
when i hold you i know our number's being called somewhere.
let them come on down
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you were standing near the water, when the wind ripped through.
heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle
i heard the one perfect song pouring out of you,
there was a darkening sky reflected on the river.
there was no way of determining where we were
low hills, colors gone crazy,
you standing like a ghost with the water behind you.
it's hard to grab ahold of some things sometimes,
like you need me to remind you.
you were standing near the water.
and i was looking at the water.
then you went down in the water,
and the river began to boil.
there was a minute when i thought i knew what you were about,
and then you opened up your eyes and the lord came out
low hills, colors gone crazy,
you rising from the water like a bird,
you had a pure song possessing you from shoulder to hip
and i recognized every single word
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the day we set sail from england
the wind behind us was fair
the day we set sail from england
there were smiling faces everywhere
and the snow came down on new hampshire today
and the snow came down on new hampshire today
the day we put the grain into the ground
there were smiling faces all around
and underneath the trees we planted when we landed
when i was a child
i spoke with the language of a child
but when i became a man, i put away childish things
and the snow came down on new hampshire today
and the snow came down on new hampshire today
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i saw the darkness coming down,
it posed no threat to me
i let the dakrness ease its way around
it was every good thing
i'd expected it would be
i saw you coming,
through the twisting vines outside
i saw the new moon collide
with the stars
clustered around her.
i saw the young fruit, on the new lime
i felt your breath catch it's rhythm.
i heard your legs push away the tall dry brush
i saw the moon and the stars
and knew the secrets within them.
i heard you saying
my name into my ear
no one has to tell me
why you've come here,
'cause i know.
i know.
i know
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the trees were all decked out in their best fall colors
there was a snap in the air
when you eased down the window
and the new york sun brought out the highlights in your hair
and gently, gently
the constellations aligned
and as we crossed over the throgs neck bridge i had
something on my mind
when we rolled down the street
in the cool of the morning
i could feel the new day dawn
and somebody had gone and turned the waterworks on
and slowly, surely
i saw the whole story unwind
i had never loved anyone like i loved you
and i had something on my mind
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i remembered you.
i remembered where you'd come from.
i remembered you.
i remembered where you've gone.
in the shifting neon air,
saw the colors of the revolution everywhere
blood royal.
i remembered you.
i remembered all the things you said.
i remembered the shape of your face.
i let the thought go to my head.
in the iron blue dawn,
i felt power coming on.
blood royal
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when you came back from trenton,
all the sparkle was gone.
and you stood in the shadow
and the curtains were drawn
and i know you're lying.
and you know you're lying too.
that is just about the only thing i know about you.
when you pocketed your eyeshadow
and you picked up the phone,
stepped out on the balcony
and drank in the drone.
and i know you're leaving.
and you know you're leaving too.
that is just about the only thing i know about you.
when you stop on the sidewalk
and you looked up above you,
warm wet air came down to shelter me.
how much do i love you?
well you know you're dying.
and i know you're dying too.
that is just about the only thing i know about you
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a bird you would've liked brought the sky down,
but it was useless to see it without you around.
and in the unstoppable camera of my mind's eye,
i saw you and some foreign guy.
and i could hear you voice ringing.
and i could hear you singing.
from all the way across the country in palm springs,
i can hear you now.
your laughter tore through the new jersey night,
and i can't stand it, but i'm alright.
stood out on the balcony and i took a look around
and a bird you would've loved the sight of
brought the sky down.
and i can hear you voice ringing.
and i can hear you singing.
from all the way across the country in palm springs,
i can hear you now
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as the sun went away,
you were sending out signals.
you had sugar on you stomach
you had sugar on your hair.
you had sugar underneath you eyes.
you had sugar on your mouth.
i know that trick too.
i know what i means, coming from you
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we boarded up the windows.
and we sealed the door shut.
and we let the special chicken build a nest right by the window.
your face was glowing.
the heat was strong.
we ate cold black eggs all day long
in the winter when the wind kicked up.
i saw your body moving through the incandescent light.
you were dancing by yourself there.
your sweater hugged your shoulders and it was alright.
we plucked sugar crystals from the cold english air.
i had a present for ya hidden down there
in the winter when the wind kicked up
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jewel theives, jewel thieves
leave fingerprints on everything
jewel theives, jewel thieves
leave fingerprints on everything
but around here, around here,
we don't dust for fingerprints.
snake oil peddlers, snake oil peddlers,
we can spot 'em half a mile away
snake oil peddlers,
we can spot 'em half a mile away
but these days, these days,
we drink a lot of snake oil.
adulterers, adulterers,
always give themselves away
adulterers, adulterers,
always give themselves away
but down here, around here
where the moose run wild,
and you can't think clearly
we let 'em off pretty easy
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on the last of his life, jimi hendrix woke up
and made his way down the hall
and he adjusted the knobs on the shower till the water came out just the
way he liked it
it was hot but not too hot
it was hot but not too hot
on the last afternoon of his life, jimi hendrix went to the kitchen
and got himself a glass of water
he put four ice cubes into the glass
there is nothing like cold water
there is nothing
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they wanted me to be a lawyer.
they wanted me to work in a machine shop.
they wanted me to be a designer,
but I came out on top.
I'm a fire-man.
I'm a fire-man.
stand and watch the smoke.
see the flames rise to the sky.
I stand and watch the flames climb higher.
I feel the smoke get in my eyes.
I'm a fire-man.
I'm a fire-man
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I went down to lloyd center looking for you.
but a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
he took your hand there in the skating the rink.
god will give him blood to drink.
saw the two of you leaving.
I didn't want to follow behind.
but I could see the rest of your evening,
burning in my mind.
the sky's black. the moon's pink.
god will give him blood to drink.
I looked over the railing. ice was white
on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
on a friday night.
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
god, god will give him blood to drink.
hey, hey, hey
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and the may sun shone down on california.
and the strawberries grew fat and full
and thick and red and as big as your fist
and the traffic on riverside drive was thin
but by no means non-existant.
when I saw you against the soda machine.
I saw you leaning there.
and your hand in the basket
was nimble-fingered, and red finger-nailed
and it made me remember the sunflower that popped-up outside my window one
morning in norwalk
it was bright yellow and it was real inviting
and I almost forgot that it was an intruder
and I saw you against the soda machine.
I saw you leaning there.
I saw you against the soda machine.
I saw you leaning there
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you know. you know.
you see what's going on with me.
but you don't do anything.
you don't do anything.
you don't do anything.
you feel. you feel.
and you hear.
the time's near.
but you don't do anything.
you don't do anything.
you don't do anything.
you don't do anything.
2, 3, 4
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I saw the last of the brightly colored birds
check out of maine for the other world.
and you ask me how much longer we have to stay here.
but I'm not at liberty to say.
and what flowers there were around kingston are blue.
I ripped them up from the dry soil and draped them over you.
we saw the last of the bright colored birds coming home.
I saw you address them through your megaphone.
and you asked me when we were leaving.
well, it's any day now.
and what flowers there were around trenchtown were red.
I stole them from the hands of children.
I braided them around your head
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popcorn was snapping in the hot oil on the kitchen stove
and the sky through the kitchen window was cold and poised and threatening.
heard your voice come lilting through the wall.
I heard your voice come sailing from the other room.
let the young lions come.
let me break their jaws.
let the young lions come out.
let me break their jaws with my bare fingers.
coffee was dripping through the paper filter cone.
the hip scent of it nearly knocked me out.
I heard your voice come lilting through the back of the refrigerator.
I heard your voice come breaking through the wall.
let the young lions come out.
let me talk them out of it.
let the young lions come.
let me break their jaws with my bare fingers.
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i see five fingers on each hand.
i see only as far as my arms can stretch.
after that it all gets kinda blurry.
i see the air compressor vent where it rises
up from the hot ground, but i'm not afraid.
i see what's going through
it's you, only it's bigger and better and brighter.
i got the sofa set up right here.
i got a room, a room full of sand.
open up your mouth, and buddy, you'll wish that you hadn't.
i feel the new day coming on strong.
i see cindy and she's talking up a storm.
i remember her, and i see who she's bringing.
it's you, only it's bigger and thinner and wider.
i touch the leaves of the plant next to me.
they're thicker than they were the last time i touched them
and it curls quickly around my hand
there are stars up there even when you can't see them
i'll tell you something that really bothers me.
how are we supposed to get anything done?
with those starts casting shadows that look just like spiders?
yeah, it's you, but this time you're coiled up much tighter
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Spoken:
(We'd like to dedicate this song to our
friends, the former inhabitants of the British Isles.)
they use to paint their bodies blue
a couple of them might be distantly related
to you
according to ceaser
they shaved their entire bodies
except for the upper lip and the head
yeah the anglo-saxons
yeah the anglo-saxons
a subliterate bunch of buys
but some sources say otherwise
yeah the anglo-saxons
yeah they were men on a mission
perserving their poetry
by and oral tradition
yeah an oral tradition is was all you get
untill st. agustine
brought them the alphabet
yeah the anglo-saxons
yeah the anglo-saxons
yeah in 1065
they were ragin'
till 1066 about the northern invasion
go!
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your bright eyes render all discussion pointless
your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
i look at you and i know that the house will come down
because your burning eyes are bright and pure
but there's a room for us in a red brick building
by a bright green field in denmark
i've got a twitch in my leg and it makes me nervous
and i've got fifty cents in my watch pocket
and your name beating march time in my blood
putting pressure on the hollows of my eye sockets
there's a room for us in a red brick building
by a bright green field in a very old country
my mouth is open
so you can stuff the bright red roses in.
'cause i feel the california sky closing in.
there's a room for us on the third floor of a red brick building
by a green field with a stream running through it in denmark.
yeah!
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tell me why.
tell me why.
tell me why you lied.
that was not a nice thing to do.
not a nice thing to do.
it wasn't very nice of you.
not a nice thing to do.
tell me why.
tell me why.
tell me why when you got caught in it you told the same lie.
that was not a nice thing to do.
not a nice thing to do.
it wasn't very nice of you.
not a nice thing to do.
tell me why.
tell me why.
tell me why you made threats against the life of the prime minister of canada.
that was not a nice thing to do.
not a nice thing to do.
it wasn't very nice of you.
not a nice thing to do.
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i saw you on tv
doing a bad imitation of van morrison
and i saw you on tv
doing a bad imitation of a second rate songwriter from the eighties named morrissey
i never liked morrissey
and i don't like you.
i saw you tv,
doing an imitation of an imitation of jimi hendrix
that's really pathetic
and i saw you on tv
trying to figure out what brian jones would be like if he'd have lived 'til today
i can tell you myself
he'd be like brian wilson
i don't like brian wilson
and i don't like you
i don't like you
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we touched down in budapest
headed straight for the motel rooom and got undressed
we had not slept for three or four days
and we slipped underneath the covers
it felt ok
about twelve hours later the sun came out to play
i felt it on my eyelids
i pushed your hair away
you put on your old gloves
you put on your new shirt
i put on my cowboy boots
i slipped on my yellow shirt
we headed out, sweat drying on our bodies
and i got all sentimental
we were heading straight to hell
in a lincoln continental
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through the shifting colors in the sky
i heard the wild geese call.
and the liwas bright and clear and cold
over eastern montreal
and although, i know
you're only toying with me now,
and although, i know
you hold your affection for me like a bone on a string
i love you, i love you because
you gave me sausage and cheese when i was hungry.
you hold your closed hand out to me
and you told me to guess what you had inside
and i had a thousand guesses and some of them were good
but i knew for some reason that i was losing my mind
when the scent came rising
through the spaces between your fingers
when the scent called to me
and i knw we'd last at least until the end of december
i love you, i love you because
you gave me sausage and cheese when i was hungry
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i remember the sound of your voice
but none of what you said.
i remember the burning in my body
and the buzzing in my head.
and i do remember your voice
smoothing over my only choice.
oh brave new world
that has such people in it.
oh brave new world
that has such people in it.
i can see the look on your face now
yes i can.
bright light dancing all along your eyes
and you covering your mouth up with your hand.
bracelets jangled against your arm.
no harm intended
no harm.
oh brave new world
that has such people in it.
oh brave new world
brave
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hey.
the air was cooling down
the sky was blue
i was heading north on tailor stret
when i ran into you
we stopped to talk.
right there on the sidewalk
the air was new and clean
i was inbetween times.
the mountains were clearly visible
and your timing was cruel.
you said almost everything right
and your eyes shone like little jewels.
we were talking
while the temperature dropped.
i was hoping against hope
that the wheel would stop.
you were nineteen,
i was inbetween times.
hey
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You and me are in a lot of trouble
And somebody's gonna burst our bubble
Your husband
My wife
My marriage
Your life
Let's go to Maine out on the East Coast
Let's go to Maine right now
Let's beat the retreat
Let's hop on the plane
Let's get out of here
Let's go to Maine
Someone knows what's going on
Someone knows, and someone's gonna tell
Someone's gonna wrap us up in styrofoam and paper
And mail us flat-rate right down to Hell
Repeat Chorus twice, drink heavily for 6 months, repeat Chorus again
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i had to stop and catch my breath
when the telephone rang out as loud as death
it was three in the morning
there was a low drone of katydids behind your voice
when i came down from harrisburg pennsylvania
and i saw you by the highway
you asked me if the north was alright
and i said it got kind of cold at night
i could feel your bones shivering way down there in birmingham
and when i came down from harrisburg pennsylvania
and i saw you by the highway
you reminded me of all the things you'd given up forever
and you asked about the children
and you asked about the weather
and then i came down from harrisburg pennsylvania
and i saw you by the highway
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we gathered up our worldly goods
stole off in the dark as quickly as we could
you were quieting the baby down
when we came to the dock on the outskirts of town
and looking back we saw china shrinking to the size of a coin
and then we saw water everywhere
when we climbed on board
they tied our things together with electrical cord
and then we set sail
as we held on tight to the cold iron rail
and I apologize but I don't know what I love more
you next to me there or the receding shore
we stood there in the cold
and the baby was six months old
we were passing him back and forth
when a cold familiar wind came down from the north
and looking back we saw china shrinking to the size of a coin
and then we saw water everywhere
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