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Wild Tales (1973)
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You came over here with wild tales from the East
about the floods that are rushing 'round your door
about your old lady who up and walked away from your feast,
and you can't get her back no more.
So you flew your bike over Highway 1
you were lucky to land on your feet
and you started crying 'cause you bent the key,
but it was your lady that landed underneath.

And it is alright
take it as it comes
you will find a way
to get there.

So tell me your company's being reviewed,
by the people that sit on the stand,
and you tell me your factory's been renewed,
with computers instead of hands.
So you filmed Old faithful in super-8
and you monitored all of her calls
'cause you caught the milkman with double-cream
he was delivering down your halls.

But it's all right
take it as it comes
you will find a way
to get there.

. . .


Hey you, looking at the moon
waiting for the stars to give you answers,
eating in your cars and building fences,
is this what we've come to?

Hey you, wailing by the wall,
hoping it'll fall in their direction,
you're waiting for another resurrection
is this what we've come to?

Tell me how come everything appears to be hazy,
there's nothing left to see
Tell me how come everyone appears to be crazy too

Well, maybe it's me there, shaking at the gate
can I bear the weight of all you borrow
you know it never comes, so pay back tomorrow.
How come if it ain't you, this is what we've come to?

. . .


One day a friend took me aside
and said I have to leave you
for buying something from a friend
they say I've done wrong
for protecting the name of a man
they say I'll have to leave you,
so now I'm bidding you farewell
for much too long.

And here's a song to sing,
for every man inside,
if he can hear you sing
it's an open door.
There's not a rich man there,
who couldn't pay his way
and buy the freedom that's a high price
for the poor.

Kids in Texas
smoking grass,
ten year sentence
comes to pass
Misdemeanor
in Ann Arbor,
ask the judges
Why?

Another friend said to her kids
I'm gonna have to leave you
for selling something to the man
I guess I did wrong
and although I did the best I could
I'm gonna have to leave you
so now I'm kissing you farewell
for much too long.

And here's a song to sing,
for every man inside
if he can hear you sing
it's an open door.
There's not a rich man there
who couldn't pay his way
and buy the freedom that's a high price
for the poor.

. . .


You'll never be the same
without me by your side
There's no one I can blame
about my foolish pride.
As long as lifes' a grain of sand
tossing and turning in the tide,
I'll say it once again,
you'll never be the same.

You'll never be the same
without me in your eyes
I know you feel a pain
but you don't know how it lies.
I think of you from time to time
hoping I'm further down the line
I'll say it once again
you'll never be the same.

I had no one to walk with
in the rain 'til you came near
I had no one to talk with
'bout this pain I feel in here.

You'll never be the same
without me by your side
There's no one I can blame
about my foolish pride.
As long as lifes' a grain of sand
tossing and turning in the tide,
I'll say it once again,
you'll never be the same.

. . .


I'm the oil upon the water,
I'm the lava in the flow.
Resting like a rock beside the seaside.
I'm the son and you're the daughter
of the stranger that we know,
who gets a little stoned beside the wayside.

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

You're the lips that make the laughter
you're the sunshine in the snow
shining out on everything you feel
you're the bird that dropped the berry
on the island far below
finding out that everything is real.

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

We are loved and we are lonely
we are many, we are few.
make it out of love and build a dream
we are hoboes, we are holy
we are me and we are you,
can't it be as easy as it seems?

Well, there's one thing to try
everybody knows
music gets you high
everybody grows
and so it goes.

. . .


Grave concern is rolling over the hill,
see them grinding through the mill
houses falling and they're falling still
lightning striking - take cover!

All fall down
all fall down
all fall down
all fall down

Distant thunder rolling over the hill,
watch the weather take a turn.
Shake the trees and let the leaves fall where they will
pile them up and let'em burn.

All fall down
all fall down
all fall down
all fall down

. . .


Oh Camil, tell me how do you feel?
You fought for your country
for God and for war,
now your heart tells you that can't be real.
So you tell me your story from beginning to end
all the blood and the guts and the gore
will you tell all the people
'bout the people you killed,
not for God, but for country and war?

Oh! Camil, tell me what did you mother say,
when you left those people out in the fields,
rotting along with the hay?
Did you show her your medals?
Did you show her your guns?
Did you show her the ears that you wore?
Did you show her a picture of the people you killed
not for God, but for country and war?

Oh! Camil, tell me why are you in this place?
When you stood up for justice your country replied
by throwing it back in your face.
When you tell me your story
are you making amends for all of the hatred you saw?
Will you tell all the people about the people that cry out for God
not for country or war?

. . .


Thinking to myself today, I'm sorry that you went away
I'm feeling down what can I say, I miss you
I'm holding back and it's not fair, I think I'm trying not to care
Of broken hearts I've had my share, but I miss you

What did we do last Saturday night
Dining at your mother's on whipped cream and wine
Make me feel good all the time, make me feel good all the time
Make me feel good, good

What did we do last Saturday night
Dining at your mother's on whipped cream and wine
Make me feel good all the time, make me feel good all the time
Make me feel good

Thinking to myself today, I'm sorry that you went away
I'm feeling down what can I say, I miss you
I'm holding back and it's not fair, I think I'm trying not to care
Of broken hearts I've had my share, but I miss you

. . .


Hanging around is holding me down
I'm starting to frown at everyone I see,
I'm taking the calls and playing the halls,
but staring at walls is all I ever see.

So is the money I make
worth the price that I pay?
Can I make it to the end of the line?
Don't the wind blow cold
when you're hanging your soul
on the line?

And you're driving to work
you're wearing your shirt
you're dialing the dirt
with everyone you see.
You're taking a loss,
you envy the boss,
you're counting the cost
of everything you see.

But is the money you make
worth the price that you pay?
Can you make it at the end of the line?
Don't the wind blow cold
when you're hanging your soul
on the line?

Oooh, and you know that it's true
that I've watched you go far
playing guitar
being a star
for everyone to see.
And I'm filming my dreams
from limousines
and thinking of scenes
for everyone to see.

But is the money you make
worth the price that you pay?
Can you make it at the end of the line?
Don't the wind blow cold
when you're hanging your soul
on the line?

. . .


All is need is someone to awaken me
much of me has gone to sleep and I'm afraid to wake up
shake me by the shoulder if I'm lying with you now
when I talk about the time I sleep away
when it's hard to face the day.

When I think of all the love that's taken me
how much do I get to keep and much should I give up?
shake me by the shoulder if I'm lying to you now
I'm listening to the lies inside my head
who can hurt you in your bed?

Fear of other people is a thing I hate
I travel in a bubble and I can't relate.
Something is happening to my head
I don't want to hurt you
but I never heard a word you said

Has this empty hollow heart forsaken me?
I wonder if I'll ever get to feel like I did
before I grew up.
shake me by the shoulder if I'm lying with you now
There is no time to waste another day
cause we watch them fly away.

. . .


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