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Live Music & The Voice Of Strangers (2001)
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I was washing antique cars
Working part-time for my dad after school
When I got the go-ahead
To pick a car and spin around the neighbourhood

It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar
It was a beautiful car

That was the night I heard of the fighting
And the murder of the schoolmaster's son
Last year I asked him who he was afraid of
And he answered "everyone"

But did I even flinch a wrist
Should I have tried to undo what had been done
Now, that's just the way its gotta be
I should never have to worry myself none

It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar
It was a beautiful car

It was a beautiful car
It was a beautiful car...


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( Live Music & The Voices of Strangers )

ESP, ESP & a knockout punch
Means she knows what she wants when a notion arrives
In the back of your eyes, your heart could start sinking

Wanna know what she's thinking.
ESP, ESP & a flashback scene, figured out what she means
When she says she arrives, like the fall of the night & the bright stars winking
I know what she's thinking

ESP, ESP think I got what she got
When we came to this spot & in the thick of the brush
Deeply in love, her heart started speaking
I know what she's thinking


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When I forget how to cry
I see you out alone at night
My heart explodes in light in sky
And I want to close my eyes

When I forget how to give
I see you out alone with him
His heart explodes in light in sky
And I want to close my eyes
And I want to say and bring good news to you

When I forget how to try
I'm wide awake alone at night
My heart explodes in light in sky
But I have to close my eyes
And I want to say and bring good news to you


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Flashlight

[No lyrics]

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( Louis Armstrong / Live Music & The Voices of Strangers )

Someday, you'll be sorry, way you treated me was wrong
I was the one who taught you all you know
Your friends have told you to make me sing another song
So Good luck, may be with you, may your future you won't fear, dear
There won't be another to treat you like a brother, someday you'll be sorry dear
There won't be another to treat you like a brother, someday you'll be sorry dear
Good luck, may be with you, may your future you won't fear, dear.
There won't be another to treat you like a brother, someday you'll be sorry dear.
Someday you'll be sorry dear


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( David Bowie cover )

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway, while colour lights up your face
Let's sway, sway through the crowd to an empty space

If you say run, I’ll run with you
If you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance, for fear your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all

Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight

If you say run, I’ll run with you
If you say hide, we'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my heart in two
If you should fall
Into my arms
And tremble like a flower

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio

Let's sway, you could look into my eyes
Let's sway, under the moonlight, this serious moonlight


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( Yo La Tengo / Live Music & The Voices of Strangers )

The room was filled with talk
For anyone listening
I found a spot by the door with no one around
Let my mind go out of tune

I kept a smile on my face
For anyone looking
Tried to turn away questions
Before being asked
Let my mind go out of tune, out of tune

I was engrossed in the film
Without really watching
Said "Who's the guy with the gun?"
As if I was involved
Let my mind go out of tune, out of tune


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"Where are you going?" for the 250th time.
"I’m waiting for a sign"
"Well it looks like another line"
And I’m walking backwards to the place where I come from
But that ain’t enough, no you want me to run.

I used to feel like California with baby’s eyes so blue
Now I feel like Carolina: I split myself in two
And I’m walking backwards from Chicago through Washington
But that ain’t enough no you want me to run.

"Better watch your soul it’ll leave you like a hundred bucks."
My friends said “Stick to your guns” but instead I just got stuck
And I’m walking backwards looking forward to getting done
But that ain’t enough no you want me to run


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Brazillience

[No lyrics]

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(Lou Reed)

Sometimes I feel so happy
sometimes I feel so sad
Sometimes I feel so happy
but mostly you just make me mad
Baby, you just make me mad

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountain top
thought of you as my peak
A thought of you as everything
I've had, but couldn't keep
I've had, but couldn't keep

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

Skip a life completely
stuff it in a cup
They said, Money is like us in time
it lies, but can't stand up
Down for you is up

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

It was good what we did yesterday
and I'd do it once again
The fact that you are married
only proves you're my best friend
But it's truly, truly a sin

Linger on your pale blue eyes
Linger on your pale blue eyes

If I could make the world as pure
and strange as what I see
I'd put you in a mirror
I'd put in front of me
I'd put in front of me

Linger on your pale blue eyes (repeat)


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Cough, cough
And hacking in the hallway
And he don't even cover his mouth

Hack, Hack
And hacking in the morning
The elevator echoes his disease

I think he knows I can hear him night and day
I think he knows I can not live this way, oh
I think he knows that I ain't sleeping
I ain't sleeping
I ain't...
I ain't sleeping
I ain't sleeping
I ain't...

Well, it was quiet and "Crash!"
One night I heard him tumble
Shaking fell a painting from a wall

And here and gone
The silent apartment
And now there's never any disturbances at all

I think he knows I can hear him night and day
I think he knows I can not live this way, oh
I think he knows that I ain't sleeping
I ain't sleeping
I ain't...
I ain't sleeping
I ain't sleeping
I ain't...
I ain't sleeping
I ain't sleeping
I ain't...
I ain't sleeping
I ain't sleeping
I ain't...


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('End Of Amnesia' Out-take)

This is a song about my brother Dave
Oh! famous, famous Dave, who took my play
Who stole my notes when I thought I could trust you, Dave
Famous, famous Dave, who took my play & stripped my script when I thought that I could trust you, Dave
Now I hear your out in London town, calling everyone around saying 'Hi, my name is Dave & I have got a play'.
No you don't Dave. Oh this is a song about my brother Dave.
Oh! famous, famous Dave, who took my play, who ?? when I thought I could trust you, Dave
Oh! famous, famous Dave, who took my play, who stole my notes from under my nose, didn't you Dave.
Now I hear your out in Paris town, calling everyone around saying 'Hi, my name is Dave & I have got a play'.
No you don't Dave! This is a song about my brother Dave


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