1. |
Whiskey and a Lie
03:12
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Been gone a long, long while,
Walked many a lonely mile,
To fine my way back home to you,
But I’d give all those years,
And yesterday’s tears,
Just for you, just for you, just for you.
Been gone a long, long while,
Walked many a lonely mile,
To fine my way back home to you,
But I’d give all those years,
And yesterday’s tears,
Just for you, just for you, just for you.
Every bed, every lay,
Every which and every way,
All turned out to be you,
So it’s a whiskey and a lie,
To keep me company till I die,
Without you, without you, without you.
No matter who, No matter how,
No matter what you say, I’ll never believe it now,
No matter why, no matter where,
You gambled me away, and I don’t care.
Too far to go back now,
How could I anyhow,
Can’t find my way without you,
Looks like it’s all been a game,
With only me to blame,
Losing you, losing you, losing you.
Every town, every road,
Every story that you told,
All turned out to be you,
So it’s a whiskey and a lie,
To keep me company till I die.
Without you, without you, without you.
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2. |
Lost Mind
03:19
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The lost mind is causing, inside uprisings,
When will all their mortars end,
It’s big times, big shoes, keep a couple lies with you,
There’s freedom up around the bend.
But when a war hits home, become a little more undone,
Wall to wall and what’s to hide,
Give a little rice and bread, spend a couple nights in bed,
This wandering eye can lead us blind.
Put them all in a lifeboat, we’ll cry when they croak,
And dote round on this awful news,
And when we’re good and wet, do our best to forget,
The whole world was once built on shoes.
But there’s a riot come quickly, guns are still warm and sticky,
Pick me up at half past five,
Still alive and breathing, guess there’s nothing more I’m needing,
Today was so, today was so nice.
Instr.
Playing dice with the big men, they’ll catch you just when you think you’re winning,
Sing a sad and jonesing blues,
Say chap pat your back all down the hall they’ll,
Slip you a ten for all your trouble,
We don’t want no tin from you,
We don’t want no tin from,
We don’t want no tin from,
We don’t want no tin from you.
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3. |
The Mansion Song
05:15
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I drank a little bit of wine, I stuck my nose where its not wanted,
Now I sit in a budding pine, and think of all the thinks I'd wanted,
Her daddy chased me from the door, the reason why it doesn't matter,
I never done him nothing wrong, i just forgot the morning after.
Now tell me what is it you'd do, if this was happening to you,
Could not just stand so idly by, and watch such rivers flowing by,
He didn't know that I was rich, that I was born into a mansion,
And when my daddy gets an itch, he has a way to make things happen.
But I guess you learn, sooner or later,
It's best you mind us, your best behavior,
Is what's expected, good for relations,
This is the price now, of an education.
We seized his property and car, we shone a big light on his marriage,
We told the papers what he does, and made his bosses so embarrassed,
That they were forced to let him go, out of mind as so directed,
Into a bottle or a hole, to do what everyone expected.
Three months went by and not a word, then on the fifth I hear it mentioned,
That someone is going to burn, and then i start to pay attention,
Cause now they're marching on my lawn, and now they're trampling my roses,
And now they're taking what they want, such a surprise that someone noticed,
And now I’m running from their lights, through the trees as through a jungle,
And now I'm climbing up so high, I must admit I made a blunder.
But I guess you learn, sooner or later,
It's best you mind us, your best behavior,
Is what's expected, good for relations,
This is the price now, of an education.
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4. |
Still Life
02:26
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Wine glass, decanter, oak table,
Light filtering down on the sill,
Bright burnishing gleam of a candle,
How the memories linger still.
Once there were old-fashioned love songs,
Tunes that could tug at your heart,
Words are now almost forgotten,
As the melody drifts apart.
I long for the days when those melodies played,
Couples walked hand in hand through the night,
In the soft golden haze of an emerald glade,
With the sweet sad nostalgia of life.
Seems we forgot all those love songs,
Lost how it feels to be true,
Now I can only remember,
The duplicity of you.
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5. |
You Ain't Goin' Nowhere
03:29
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Lyric: Bob Dylan
Copyright © 1967 by Dwarf Music
Clouds so swift
Rain won’t lift
Gate won’t close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I don’t care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain’t goin’ nowhere
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We’ll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! Ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day
My bride’s gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
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6. |
Hole in Head
02:27
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I can fix, I can fix,
I can fix that hole in your head,
I know you, don’t think it’s true,
My degree on the wall days it all,
Says I can fix, I can fix,
I can fix that hole in your head.
Me no need you/or what you do
Me have no hole in me head
Leave me alone/I’m going home
Me take a pill and fall asleep in me bed.
I can help, without a doubt,
I can kill those evil little men,
Let me try, I would no lie,
I can fix that hole in your head.
Me in a bind/but me be fine
I’ll have a smoke, a pill, and drink a little wine
Me in a haze/it’s just a phase
Me have no fear/that pretty soon
The fog will clear.
Me have no hole/Me have no hole
Me have no hole in me head
Me have no hole/Me have no hole
Me have no hole in me head.
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7. |
"Murder!"
04:10
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I set my teeth and I’ll always say,
Oh I’m fine, oh I’m fine, when the train leaves,
But through all the smoke and the waves goodbye,
Au revoir, all along you deceived me.
The bed is made, I lie awake,
There’s a hole on the side where you once laid,
And a hole in my heart where our plans were made,
Good god, would I were the one upon that train.
His eyes, your eyes, his hands beside,
Your lips and legs and arms and light,
His bed and in my wandered bride,
And I – Tonight your lover dies.
I’ll sweep the shed, I’ll clean the fridge,
I’ll beat the rugs like you once did,
And keep the cobwebs off the edge,
And keep these thoughts out of my head.
His eyes, your eyes, his hand beside,
Your lips and legs and arms and light,
His bed and in my wandered bride,
And I – Tonight your lover dies.
Sun is shining,
I feel radiant,
Real love takes time
And I am patient,
Tra-la, tra-la, tra-lee, tra-lie,
And everything will work out fine,
Now that I’ve made up my mine,
I’ve made up my mind.
I’ll climb your gutter, down in the rain,
And slide in past your window panes,
His face is the face you’ll never see again,
It’s in the papers, in the press, all the newsmen say,
His eyes, your eyes, his hand beside,
Your lips and legs and arms and light,
His bed and in my wandered bride,
And I – Tonight your lover dies, Tonight your lover dies, Tonight your lover dies!
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8. |
Losing Touch
02:55
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She came into the city,
Where all the streets are gritty,
But she knew she was prettier than that.
She thought she’d be a starlet,
Who dressed herself in scarlet,
Or else she’d be a harlot with a hat.
Her mother was a floozy,
Who thought her life was groovy,
Mom said she’d be in movies for her looks.
Mom said “There’s nothing to it,
Just close your eyes and screw it,
You never have to do it by the books.”
Why should she care, so very much?
Why should she care?
Nothing to fear, but losing touch,
Nothing to fear.
She’d dress in something lacy,
He’s look like Spencer Tracy,
She’d act a little spacey, but real smart.
And sometimes he’d get plastered,
Start acting like a bastard,
He’d think that he had mastered all her heart.
She wouldn’t dare abuse him,
She didn’t want to lose him,
She thought that she could use him to get rich.
At first the man felt flattered,
She didn’t think it mattered,
He’d end up feeling shattered, by a bitch.
Why should she care, so very much?
Why should she care?
Nothing to fear, but losing touch,
Nothing to fear.
Why should she care, so very much?
Why should she care?
Nothing to fear, but losing touch,
Nothing to fear.
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9. |
Night with a Stranger
03:43
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A night with a stranger,
Is better than being alone,
You don’t really know him,
You’re tempted to just bring him home.
He’s speaking so gently,
You’re sure you see pain in his eyes,
You think you can help him,
You’re in for a giant surprise.
When a stranger starts talking,
With four different voices,
You start watching the clock
On the wall.
You’ve had it with losers,
And loners who hang on you words,
Complainers and mopers,
Who desperately want to be heard.
The lying disguisers,
Who quietly mess with you head,
The secretive schemers,
Just trying to climb in your bed.
Don’t trust the stranger,
There’s hidden danger,
He’ll try to hang you, tonight.
He comes on so slowly,
He finds so much warmth I your eyes,
But nobody warned you,
You can’t see through every disguise.
You need to be careful,
You need to know when to beware,
If caring comes easy,
You have to learn how not to care.
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Orphan Jane New York, New York
Orphan Jane is circus tents and gypsies, traditional blues and vaudeville, a dear friend of whom you're just a little afraid. Like a drink cut with sharp mandolins, wheezing accordions and thrilling falsettos, chased by the driving lines of a standup bass. A vocalist equal parts Lotte Lenya and Little Mermaid with a band of hooligans growling close behind. Classic American folk tradition made new. ... more
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