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Some Other Sucker's Parade (1997)
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With some girls it don't matter who you hang with
With some girls it don't matter how you talk
And some girls they are easy to be yourself with
But the one girl that I want ain't easy to please with what I've got

With some girls it don't matter where you're aiming
With some girls it don't matter how you act
And some girls they don't care what car you came in
But the one girl that I want, she wants that one bit of geography I lack

Yeah, she don't want me 'cos I'm not where it's at

And some girls they will worry about reactions
And some girls they don't give a damn for that
But somehow I ain't ever in on the action
'Cos the one girl I want, she wants that one little quality I lack

Yeah, she don't want me 'cos I'm not where it's at

I don't have my finger on the pulse of my generation
I just got my hand on my heart, I know no better location

Yeah, she don't want me 'cos I'm not where it's at
No I'm not where it's at

. . .


I must've had a million damn unlucky days
But there ain't no cloud that a bottle can't chase away
And I've done my deal of living, ran from place to place
But when the roof comes in I don't wanna take it straight

They say with faith any soul can make it
But hell, why should I wait
Till the clouds go rain on some other sucker's parade

I've had my share of heartaches, let-downs and tricks
But the everyday blues is the one thing I can't fix
And I've heard those holy brethren muttering my name
But it ain't no sin to drink when you're suffering

Patience, they say, is a saintly virtue
But hell, why should I wait
Till the clouds go rain on some other sucker's parade

When every heavy skyline just empties on your fate
Sometimes keeping dry's something to celebrate

So if the road of sin is the one I'm taking
I ain't gonna stray
Till the clouds go rain on some other sucker's parade

. . .


So you say you are sick of love
Got a mind to give the damn thing up
Got a house full of stuff your lovers left
Gonna take a bus to the city dump with it

So you want to throw away the old you
But the old you's old enough to know
It won't make it better
It won't make it better

Sick of being a loser, so you say
Gonna go out and choose a new personality
Ain't gonna look at her pictures, lying awake all night
Got a dazzling future with your inner light

So you want to throw away the old you
But the old you's old enough to know
It won't make it better
It won't make it better

I've set out on that mission too
A little revolution to forget her
Trying to make it better

So you want to throw away the old you
But the old you's old enough to know
It won't make it better
It won't make it better

. . .


I've been in this place many times before
With my baby's things among my shoes and strings and clothes
But just because I'm here
Don't mean I can't run out that door
Ain't that what those running shoes are for?

Baby likes to sleep on floorboards bare
And just to keep the peace, well I join her there
And she might say to me
'A better man I can't recall'
But what I think she sees ain't me at all

It ain't me at all to need somebody
Like some lovestruck casualty
It ain't me at all to feel so ready
To be what I think she sees

Baby claims I kiss like I really care
Well, I guess I'd say I don't but the truth ain't fair
And sometimes she looks at me and says
'Babe, my heart just stalled'
But what I think she sees
What I think she sees
What I think she sees ain't me at all

. . .


You can find another country if you want
Somewhere you can hide yourself away
Find yourself another set of holes to haunt
Get yourself another debt that you can't pay

Yeah, you can try to run for cover everywhere
Add another letter to your name
Burn everything you ever used to wear
Get yourself another lover that looks the same

But sometimes it's the medicine
Sometimes it's the medicine
Sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain

Well, you can always make another move again
Another set of keys, a different town
And you can try to lose yourself in them
Tell the truth, it catches up and cuts you down

'Cos sometimes it's the medicine
Sometimes it's the medicine
Sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain

And you can always hide the wreckage that you come from
But every new disguise is just another lie to run from

You can only try to fool yourself so long
With any kind of measure you can find
'Cos every phony pleasure you've been on
Has lifted off and left the pain behind

'Cos sometimes it's the medicine
Sometimes it's the medicine
Sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain

. . .


Little Snow White, she was sleeping 24 hours a day
She's got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe
And it's cold baby, yes it's cold
But everything is relative can't you see we're living in

High times, dig the new domain
Living through high times, just don't crash my spiritual plane

Little Snow White, she was hungry
Told her, 'Go out and graft for it'
At the end of the rainbow she was mind-blown
To be staring at a crock of shit
And it's hard baby, yes it's hard
But with a little intuition you can shift position in the

High times, touch the magic stone
Living through high times, pick up that spiritual phone

Frittering packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt
Ten ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the rent
I've whored myself around enough to know, baby
You don't come with the customers and smile when you're spoken to in

High times, catch the cosmic vibe
Living through high times, hey, has Ginger Baker died?
Living through high times, my planet's all out of line
Living through high times, man, just like '69

. . .


Open up your eyes,
Everything is crying out 'This could be your time'
She fell out of the sky
Must every star be working on heavenly designs

A crooked line of lightning
A silent movie moon
Mother nature's writing to you

So button up your lip
You don't get many chances in the time between the tides
The weather's rolling in
In a minute flat you'll be soaking wet, so kiss her while it's dry

A crooked line of lightning, a silent movie moon
Mother nature's writing to you

Open up your eyes, mother nature's writing to you

. . .


Well I talk like a boy to my baby sometimes
And you talk like a baby when your boy is crying
You made something to love but I love what I am
No family man

So don't tell me you've got something better than me
Don't say that it's a great mystery
It's just making love what you want it to be
That's why I am no family man

And that is why all that I have in the world
Is an ocean of time with this beautiful girl

You got something to prove with your own little you
Have I wasted my time, cut through the family line
In the race to life I am an also-ran
But I've run enough to know I'm no family man
Yeah I've done enough to know I'm no family man

. . .


Someone's opening up for business
The morning rains the same old way
But someone should've taught me forgiveness
Now I see it in the cruel light of day

Telling me he's done me a kindness
She was going to leave anyway
But love is such sweet politeness
Till you see it in the cruel light of day

Last night was just a comedy
And I woke up like a walking tragedy
And it was right in front of me
But I just laughed and turned my eyes away

So pour me another cup of coffee
I ain't ever seen the city look so grey
And those pretty little diamonds in the darkness
Ain't no jewels in the cruel light of day

No I ain't some accessory
She can slip off from her back and just fold away
I don't need no-one undressing me
When I wake up in the same suit every day

So someone's opening up for business
The shutters roll so familiarly
And out of darkness comes relief, sing the witless
But I don't see it in the cruel light of day
No I don't see it in the cruel light of day

. . .


So you want me to play the bleeding role
Just so he can know how I needed you
Well that's OK with me, it's a part I think I know
God knows he won't need to suspend belief

I know it's just a game
And losing you's how it just begins
Ain't that a funny way to win
Ain't that a funny way to win

So I run around dragging people down
Holding my broken heart like a cheap cartoon
Just so he can see it's a sucker who
Does to you what you did to me

I know it's just a game
And losing you's how it just begins
Ain't that a funny way to win
Ain't that a funny way to win

So if there's another need that I can still serve
I'm low on self esteem but I'm high on nerve

I know it's just a game
And losing you's how it just begins
Ain't that a funny way to win
Yeah, that's a funny way to win

. . .


Honey, sometimes those big blue eyes
Can make me fall out of bed in surprise
In the bright morning sun
In the howling wind, in the shirt you sleep in
You're the one

'Cos it's you that I tried to find
Every day and every night through all that nothing

The hands of fate couldn't have done it all
As if the rain ever cared where it falls
And there were times when I know that I
Just fell in love to give myself an alibi

'Cos it's you I was waiting for
Every day and every night through all that nothing

So it's true now, I can see
All that nothing that I knew
Was so something like you'd come to me

. . .


People say you are a stand-up guy
You'd never hurt no-one and you'd never try
And you laugh and you cry
And you do all the things that anybody does to show they are alive

Friends say you are a careful man
You always favour reason where you can
And you laugh and you cry
And you do all the things that anybody does to show they are alive

But wherever you go, whatever you do
You know that they won't find a fool quite like you

Yeah life is full
Of easy choices
Yeah life is full
Of simple rules
When love comes you don't have no room
When life is full

People say you are a patient guy
You never rush something if it ain't right
And you laugh and you cry
And you do all the things that anybody does to show they are alive

But wherever you go, whatever you do
You know that they won't find a fool quite like you

Yeah life is full
Of easy choices
Yeah life is full
Of simple rules
When love comes you don't have no room
When life is full

And you make those mistakes that everybody does
And you deal with them as you go
From tripping on a shoelace to falling in love
You keep things under control

But wherever you go, whatever you do
You know that they won't find a fool quite like you

Yeah life is full
Of easy choices
Yeah life is full
Of simple rules
When love comes you don't have no room
When life is full

. . .


Baby, hold it, just let me try
For just one minute to be this other guy
And live his life
With my home and faithful wife
And your pretty face to kiss some nights

Ain't I a lucky guy
I get what I want, yeah
Ain't I a lucky guy
Unlucky for some

Baby, I like it, it feels all right
Now that I see it through his cheating eyes
I can't stop smiling
How could I not be satisfied
So glad I ain't the one on the losing side

Ain't I a lucky guy
I get what I want, yeah
Ain't I a lucky guy
Unlucky for some

No need to feel guilty baby
I'm happy to be
The one that you come to baby, 'stead of me
You'd better believe it, baby

So I don't know where tonight
Love will lead me but that's all right, 'cos

Ain't I a lucky guy
I get what I want, yeah
Ain't I a lucky guy
Unlucky for some

So lucky, baby
So lucky, baby

. . .


What I want is everything to clear
So let the clocks be wrong
Let the evening be longer, let me drown in here

'Cos what I want gets clouded by the sun
I can't see beyond
The petty things that living here brings everyone

So get lost with me
Let the whole world wait
Make it always be too late

What I want is right before my eyes
So set me up a drink
Pull the shutters down on all those prying satellites

'Cos what I want is everything to clear
So if you stop your watch
You might stop the morning's cruel hammer falling here

So get lost with me
Let the whole world wait
Make it always be too late

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