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Quit it give it up, ring that bell
You climb the walls, might as well
Like golden roses fallin' down
Ringing out all over town
Somewhere in the ballroom
Rain begins to fall
The dancers twisted on
Through the thunder and the walls
There is a haze out on the field
There is a fender over the wheel
A string of crows flyin' out the haze
Settles on the fender will not go away
Backwards to the sunset
On a horse without a brain
Met the moon one evening
As I stood out in the rain
Quit it give it up, ring that bell
Quit it give it up, might as well
Dynamite lyin' round
Blowin' up, blowin' down
Peekin' up, diving in
Rosie Ribbon howls let's do it again
Feeling too far sideways
Flashin' in the pan
Dove in through the window
Stumbled to a stand
Baby give it up, ring that bell
Quit it, give it up, might as well
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Been down to the corner
About once or twice
I don;t know but it's been nice
I ain't got no money
I can't buy a damn thing
That I might like
Let's go down to the dime store
One some moonless night
And look at the rain
I got a shirt that costs a dollar twenty-five
I know I'm the best dressed man alive
I put it on and head down to the local dive
To put the icing on extraordinary rides
When I am done I leave em happy but insane
For to look at the rain
I'm a messed up torn down
worthless bag of trouble
I take way too much
And I get right in your hair
I got a real sharp pin
With which to burst your bubble
This is trouble distribution
And I'm giving you your share
Won't tell you nothing cause that's my aim
But I love the rain
BAD LOVE
I see a robbery
That's nothing new
I see a robber
Broken right in two
Bad love
Took a little something
From the wonderland
Took a little lovin'
Love that burned his hand
Now here's the problem:
There's nothing wrong
Compared to no love
Bad love can't be wrong
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I know a place
Where the visitor always stays
Beauty runs 'em down
When they chance to cross that way
Through the night I hear that strain
Beauty's on my trail again
Try to run but my legs are lame
Through the night I hear the (strain)
Out on that plain
It's anybody's fault
Open up your heart
In pours the salt
Through the night I hear that strain
Beauty's on my trail again
Try to run but my legs are lame
Through the night I hear the strain
Open up your mind,
In pours the trash
Open up your mouth
And the lightning starts to flash
Through the night I hear that strain
Beauty's on my trail again
Try to run but my legs are lame
Through the night I feel the strain
Through the night, hear the strain
Through the night, feel the strain
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Walkin' boss
Walkin' boss
I don't belong to you
I belong
Yes, and I can get along
With that steel drivin'???
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Some come away with an armload of hay
One sails to market on her sea
Some like to say they'll do it yesterday
One starts his car without a key
Some come to play
And they throw it all away
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
Some cut the trees and stack them in the sand
One shoots up into the sky
Some do what they please
The world's at their command
Some come to nothing by and by
Some come to play
And they throw it all away
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
Love our children forever
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The colors are flowing from the wall to the floor
And only an outline still remains
Cause the roof's got a hole in it
And everything's been ruined by the rain
There may be diamons in that dream on the hill
But the people who live there still complain
Cause the roof's got a hole in it
And everything is soaking in the rain
No one can practice the common sense that they see
Through the nickle and diming I'll explain
When the roof's got a hole in it
Everything gets ruined by the rain
My head's got a hole in it
And everything's been ruined by the rain
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I keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the ranch I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
Cares of the past are behind
Know where they're gone, but I'm fine
Just where the trailer will whine
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
I know when night is gone
That I knew ???
I keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the ranch I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
I keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the ranch I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
See them tumblin' down
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many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
to beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
and an illustrated book about birds
you see a lot up there but don't be scared
who needs action when you got words
when you're finished with the mop then you can stop
and look at what you've done
the plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
and the work it took was fun
well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
some said it was in greenland and some in mexico
some decided it was nowhere except for where they stood
but they were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if they could
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Jelly roll fire cracker
Chicken farmer's luck
Gutterball goldfish wedding
Rare new Siamese duck
Out size lavender basket
Linoleum money floor
Stubborn flexible hayride
Reborn plastic door
Liquified, liquified
Cowtown on the horizon
Boiled in twisted jade
Pearly wooden fish-fight
Calico cascade
Portable nylon lobster
Big bad southern brew
Dried up aluminum water
Spilling down on you
Liquified, liquified
Petrified lizard antlers
Asphalt orange wheel
Dog-eared alphabetic
Rubber turns to steel
Platinum vegetation
Blue-eyed chandelier
California milk dust
Freeze dried gerbil ears
Liquified, liquified, liquified, liquified
Total Time: 40.22
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Everybody's got some kind of
Belief about creator
Some say openly, "I don't know,"
Some build elevators
To take the chosen few
Who can afford the scenic view
To the top of some big tower
Looking out on fields of blue
Walking clouds on caves of emptiness
That fall around their minds
To flirt openly with vapor
And the trail it leaves behind
Fences fly and sidewalks cry
Concerning our creator
Turning loose the butterfly
That ate the alligator
Picking up its open-ended
Holographic roots
It moved out to the tower
To look down on me and you
Walking caves of empty water
In the boring morning rain
Making love to open windows
And the vapor trails' refrain
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Poor little negro sitting in a tree
Eating his favorite cocoa leaves
Along came some fellows
Takin' him away
Take away his culture
Put him on a plane
Poor little negro sitting in the states
He's about to try his first chocolate shake
Poor little negro
Puking in the sink
He's regained his culture
Finally found a link
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He said, you don't even know
He just said you fell on your head
Through and out the doorway
I know, you were in a car crash
Oh my goodness, no
I saw him, out this door
Car is blown, and out of order
Now, all I can see
I'm in the middle, Someone's dead
Oh No! Get out now
Someone's dead
No, mercy, turn around
(Solo)
??????
How? How? How? You Don't Even know!
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This house is so damn big that we all hide forever inside
We do it daily but the beneficial remains unrealized
This is the big house
nobody ever leaves
The whole thing vibrates slightly
I can feel that you're afraid
Frightened is a state of mind
States of mind are harmful
They make you think that think that things are about to become undone
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I want to watch the sun
Burn the backs of my eyes out
While my heart plays a tune
I want to roll on the ground
Eat shit off the ground like a pig
If I could be oriented
I would be happy
This is not all
There is much more on the floor
Than there is on the table
Like pins and half-tendons
Leaked like glue from a tube
A random search reveals
Worms at the base of my spine
But my eyes have yet to decay
I've been left here
With my torso and my eyes
To keep a watch on the place
Where glass birds keep a watch
On the big yellow ovaries
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Of all the people I’ve known
This one, you, you really hit home
Half a dozen of one thing
And a decade of another
You tried to change the time
when you stole it from your mother
I’d put my hat on my head if I had one
Lord knows what he’s got in store
Everything is shaped by a cross
And you’d do as easy as the next one
better open my eyes now
Everything at the door
best keep my eyes closed
I want to see the lights of Elenore
Of all the people left unknown
You taught me how to be alone
Elenore Moth-god, daughter of the hot-rod
Light like liquid moss covers up
The gray hard rock
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Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
'Cause I got a right, a right to move
Anytime I want any old time
Said I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want
Anytime I want I got a right to say
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to say
No matter what they say
'Cause I got a right a right to say
Anytime I want any old time
'Cause I got a right a right to say
Anytime I want
Anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
Said anytime I want I got a right to move
No matter what they say
'Cause I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want any old time
'Cause I got a right a right to move
Anytime I want
I got a feeling, I got a feeling
I got a feeling, I got a right
I got a right, I got a right
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I am a child, I'll last a while
You can't conceive of the pleasure in my smile
You hold my hand, rough up my hair
It's lots of fun to have you there
I gave to you, now you give to me
I'd like to know what you've learned
The sky is blue and so is the sea
What is the color when black is burned?
What is the color?
You are a man, you understand
You pick me up and you lay me down again
You make the rules, you say what's fair
It's lots of fun to have you there
I gave to you, now you give to me
I'd like to know what you've learned
The sky is blue and so is the sea
What is the color when black is burned?
What is the color?
I am a child, I'll last a while
You can't conceive of the pleasure in my smile
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In another times forgotten space
Your eyes looked from your mother's face
Wallflower seed on the sand and stone
May the four winds blow you safely home
Roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
I'll tell you where the four winds dwell
In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell
It can ring, turn night to day
It can ring like fire if you loose your way
Roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
God save the child that rings that bell
It may have one good ring baby, you can't tell
One watch by night, one watch by day
If you get confused listen to the music play
Some come to laugh their past away
Some come to make it just one more day
Whichever way your pleasure tends
If you plant ice you're gonna harvest the wind
Roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
I'll tell you where the four winds sleep
Like four lean hounds the lighthouse keep
Wildflower seed on the sand and wind
May the four winds blow you home again
Roll away the dew
Roll away, roll away the dew
Roll away the dew
You'd better roll away, roll away the dew
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Everybody's got some kind of
Belief about creator
Some say openly, "I don't know,"
Some build elevators
To take the chosen few
Who can afford the scenic view
To the top of some big tower
Looking out on fields of blue
Walking clouds on caves of emptiness
That fall around their minds
To flirt openly with vapor
And the trail it leaves behind
Fences fly and sidewalks cry
Concerning our creator
Turning loose the butterfly
That ate the alligator
Picking up its open-ended
Holographic roots
It moved out to the tower
To look down on me and you
Walking caves of empty water
In the boring morning rain
Making love to open windows
And the vapor trails' refrain
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Been down to the corner
About once or twice
I don;t know but it's been nice
I ain't got no money
I can't buy a damn thing
That I might like
Let's go down to the dime store
One some moonless night
And look at the rain
I got a shirt that costs a dollar twenty-five
I know I'm the best dressed man alive
I put it on and head down to the local dive
To put the icing on extraordinary rides
When I am done I leave em happy but insane
For to look at the rain
I'm a messed up torn down
worthless bag of trouble
I take way too much
And I get right in your hair
I got a real sharp pin
With which to burst your bubble
This is trouble distribution
And I'm giving you your share
Won't tell you nothing cause that's my aim
But I love the rain
BAD LOVE
I see a robbery
That's nothing new
I see a robber
Broken right in two
Bad love
Took a little something
From the wonderland
Took a little lovin'
Love that burned his hand
Now here's the problem:
There's nothing wrong
Compared to no love
Bad love can't be wrong
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The colors are flowing from the wall to the floor
And only an outline still remains
Cause the roof's got a hole in it
And everything's been ruined by the rain
There may be diamons in that dream on the hill
But the people who live there still complain
Cause the roof's got a hole in it
And everything is soaking in the rain
No one can practice the common sense that they see
Through the nickle and diming I'll explain
When the roof's got a hole in it
Everything gets ruined by the rain
My head's got a hole in it
And everything's been ruined by the rain
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