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In the chronicles of our daily lives we can read
Of transforms and changes that stagger belief
Such as giant dinosaurs photographed on Mars
The whereabouts of Elvis and illegal cancer cures
I was taking in the tabloids in the grocery check-out lane
When suddenly I noted the importance of the day
I hurried home to warn you that we had to be prepared
I saw it on the front page that the final hour drew near
It was a singular harmonic convergence
A rapture and delivery of God's faithful servants
And though alive today I remain glad to say
We were together at the end of the world
I'm not sure when it happened if it happened then at all
But wrapped up in your loving arms, now that I do recall
I don't remember waking but the morning found us making
Love in the aftermath of Babylon's fall
Now for every close encounter chanced upon along our ways
And each predestined entry written in our Book Of Days
Though separate and apart you will know it in your heart
It was our love that bent the rules of time and space
And caused a singular harmonic convergence
A rapturous delivery of God's faithful servants
And though alive today I remain glad to say
We were together at the end of the world
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Talkin 'Bout The Weather
04:12
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I got a woman 'bout five feet tall,
Make me sleep in the kitchen, make me eat in the hall.
She got a bad attitude and a mean right hand,
I think she's thinkin' about thinkin' about another man
Yeh she make me wanna holler and shout
When I might as well dance and sing
It's like talkin' 'bout the weather
Never seems to change a thing
Now I work like a dog all the live-long day
Pump a whole lot of pain just to take a little pay
You go downtown early and you stay out late
Come home when you want, you got nothin' to say
Well you make me wanna...
Go on big mama, bring the barrelhouse down
You's a tailor-made mama, ain't no hand-me-down
Got a new way of walkin, make a blind man see
Got a new of talkin' like you don't need me
Yeh well you make me wanna...
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Orange Plates
01:53
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I got orange license plates on my car
Ran into something coming home from the bar
Orange license plates on my car
I can still drive, just not very far
The whole damn neighborhood knows what they are
Those orange license plates on my car
I wish I'd never seen a bottle of gin
Can't wait to see another bottle again
I wish I'd never seen a line of cocaine
But that's how I met my sweet Rosaline
I wish I hadn't touched that last glass of beer
Cause I'd be somewhere else now, anywhere but here
Where it's no license plates and no car
I'm spending the next ninety days behind bars
With no license plates and no car
Sweet Rosaline ain't so sweet no more
She says she's got no time to wait for a tard
Who's got orange license plates on his car
I got orange license plates on my car
Orange license plates on my car
I got orange license plates on my car
Orange license plates on my car
I got no woman, no job, I had to hock my guitar
To pay for orange license plates on my car
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Drummer In A Blues Band
02:17
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Let me tell you 'bout a man I know
He ain't dead, baby, he just slow
But 'round midnight with the lights down low
He make the whiskey-headed women shake their jelly roll
He's the drummer in a blues band
The drummer in a blues band
He don't really work, but he gets his perks,
He gets paid for jerkin' off
Some people think they got it made
Flying high on rum and cocaine
Collecting royalties and gettin' laid
And all the while just dreaming that they could be
The drummer in a blues band...
He drives a V8-cylinder POS
Gets a mile to the gallon and he couldn't care less
He don't worry and he ain't stressed
He says it don't get better when he's doin' his best
You might think I don't like this guy
But I consider him a friend of mine
He ain't dead, baby, he's just high
He starts to move about quittin' time
He's the drummer in my blues band...
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Mister Popularity
03:05
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I'm Mister Popularity
Everybody wants to be me
In the movies, on TV
I'm your prime-time personality
I got a smile like gleaming ivory
I wear contact-colored eyes
In my physical dimensions
I'm perfect for a man my size
(Perfect for!) Mister Popularity
The sociable celebrity
Easy-going as can be
Easier than 1-2-3
I got a million friends on my Facepage
I got fans all around the globe
I am thoroughly connected
To everybody between the poles
(They're connected to!) Mister Popularity
A paragon of propriety
Beloved by all on land and sea
Everywhere they all want me
I'm always in the news, man
Living large and fat
Like a drummer in a blues band
Now tell me how you gonna top that ?
(You can't top!) Mister Popularity
He's the sexy singularity
Got networked capabilities
He's the shiznitz, he's the bees knees
Then I see myself on the billboard
And I wonder who is that man
Cause with my virtual personae
I never know who I am
Hey I'm Mister Popularity !
Your hot pop personality
In the movies, on TV
Everybody wants to be me
Mister Popularity,
Everybody wants to be me
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6. |
Blues Under Pressure
04:14
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Four in the morning, my telephone started ringin
I fell out of bed, I heard somebody sayin
Something I don't wanna hear
About my woman and my best friend
Now I'm tryin to keep my cool here
While the walls keep closin in
Rain been fallin night and day for a week now
I'm sittin here drinkin, sinking deeper and deeper
Into the pit of my despair
Drownin in the sea of my misery
Can't find consolation in the whiskey
And the blues got no mercy on me
All my thoughts and memories
Churnin in my soul
All the bullshit I believed
And I still can't let go
Now I'm starin at my image
In a picture on the wall
I recognize that face
But I don't know myself at all
I used to think about leavin, pack my bag, hit the road
But how can I be leavin when I got nowhere left to go
I'm tired and I'm lonesome
Yeh, ain't I a pitiful sight to see
Feel like I'm dyin with the blues
But the blues got no pity on me
I feel like I'm dyin with the blues
But the blues take no pity on me
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Get On Board The Blues
03:00
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I received a letter early this morning
How do you reckon it read ?
It said hurry back home because the woman you love
Is shacking up with her best friend
Well I don't believe everything I read
So I called her on the telephone
I heard a voice say "Her number's no longer in service,
Leave the little girl alone !"
Now I'm one less complication
Now I'm nothing left to lose
I'll ride the downbound train to the heartbreak station
And get on board the blues
Everybody figures I got a problem
They even think that it's got a name
Well I gotta tell ya I'm glad to hear about it
Cause I don't want to take the blame
Now I'm about to sever every connection
Ain't even gonna answer the door
Hang a sign in my window saying "Call back later,
I just can't take any more !"
I need one less complication
I need nothing left to lose
I need the downbound train to the heartbreak station
To get on board the blues
I'll take the downbound train to the heartbreak station
And get on board the blues
Get on board the blues
Get on board with the blues
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8. |
Tell Me Again
04:45
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Tell me again how I got here
Tell me again how long do I have to stay
It seems I can't remember how to remember
And I lose a little more of me each day
I have this feeling like I ought to know you
You look familiar, say, what's your name ?
Can you stay a while ? I hope you don't have to go soon
I feel like everyone I ever knew has gone away
And sometimes in the evening when I sit outside
I hear strangers' voices whisper in the dark
I see strange constellations forming in the stars
Then I fall asleep and I dream that I'm all right,
Got everything I need and I'm feelin' fine
There's always someone who loves me by my side
Tell me I tried to be a good friend
Because I think it matters even though I can't be sure
I hope I always did the best I could then
Because there ain't no taking back what's done before
I can't say what day or month it is now
And I don't really care, it doesn't matter anymore
I can't say much anyway, I'm forgettin' how
And I don't want to be here but I really don't want to go
And sometimes in the evening ...
Tell me how long have you been here
My mind wanders some, I don't recollect so well
I'm getting' tired, turn the lights down when you go
And I'll try to fear no evil, but who can tell ?
Because sometimes in the evening...
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The Spring Of 23
04:37
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In the Spring of 23 I turned 25
I didn't think we'd find enough food to survive
That long hard winter in this cold hard land
My brother died that summer, sister died that Fall
Left me here with no-one and less than nothing at all
It takes a long hard time to make a cold hard man
They didn't see it coming, didn't try to prepare
But you can't see what's coming when it's something in the air
Or maybe something in the water and then we all fall down
I'm headed for the southland, gonna try to make it to the sea
I don't know why I'm going, there's no future anywhere for me
I don't need my reason and I don't need my soul
All I need is on the road
All I need is the road
I never see the sun shine, only clouded skies of grey
And the rain here cleanses nothing and washes nothing away
All our sin remains visible until the dark falls down
In the Spring of 23 I turned 25
So few of us made it through that winter alive
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Is it time to stay or time to go
I just don't know what I don't know
If it's time to stay or time to say fare thee well
And that's fair enough as far as I can tell
I've fallen down and I can't get up
I fit my life in a paper cup
I've fallen down, now I can't get off of the floor
I feel all right, I'm just moving kinda slow
Every day we start anew
You meet me and I meet you
Every day we start all over again
I can't say why and I can't say where or when
You try to run, try to hide,
You just come out on the other side
I tried to run, tried to hide myself away
I had my fun but they found me anyway
Back in time long ago
I heard this song on the radio
A radio wave from a long long time ago
I'm sure you all remember how it goes
I'd like to stay but I got to go
I still don't know what I don't know
I'd like to stay but I gotta say fare thee well
And that's fair enough as far as I can tell
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