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10. | Song F |
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Man was a knife expert kind of a Jim Bowie type
Swagger and bluster and coonskin
I said, "You're not serious, right?"
Then I saw him grab my friend by the hair
I guess I should have prayed
As he dragged him around, I said to myself,
"There's gonna be some changes made"
A girl I knew and loved alone for years from afar
With a finger to her lips she led me out to see the stars
She led me down to the grinning lake and in it we did wade
She took my hand and put it there - gonna be some changes made
Gonna be some changes, changes made
Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days
Look in the mirror I see a clown's face
Got to take it off, got to get myself straight
Gonna be some changes, some changes made
Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days
Better figure out something
Things are looking grave
Gonna be some changes, changes made
Up in front for all to see I'm graceful like a bumbling fool
Then I thought I felt slip from my mouth a little drool
Maybe no one noticed it, on my mind heavily it weighed
I saw two people snickering
I said "there needs to be some changes made"
Gonna be some changes, changes made
Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days
Look in the mirror I see a clown's face
Got to take it off, got to get myself straight
Going home, I've done enough to soil my little name
Going where the fields are green and I can do my macrame
A buffoon fumbling without a clue likes to shift the blame
And often feels betrayed, gonna be some changes made
Gonna be some changes, changes made
Can't keep on doing what I've been doing these days
Look in the mirror I see a clown's face
Got to take it off, got to get myself straight
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Rollin' and a-tumblin'
Take me to the mountain
Fly closer to the sun
Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin'
Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain
Candy Mountain run
Dropping lots of little ones from up high
Gumdrops, lemondrops rainin' from the sky
Come on riding close to the sun
Come on riding with me on my
Candy Mountain run
Rollin' and a-tumblin'
Take me to the mountain
Fly closer to the sun
Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin'
Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain
Candy Mountain run
Movin' to the high ground, wish you could come
Maybe they'll let me drop the big one
All the little children hands up high
Waitin' for the sugar plums fallin' from the sky
Movin' to the high ground, to the sugar mine
Movin' to the secret so clandestine
World of fantasy wish you could come
Mama's little baby on a Candy Mountain run
Rollin' and a-tumblin', place me on the mountain
Fly closer to the sun
Wailin' and a-rumblin', my fantasy crumblin'
Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain
Candy Mountain run
Come on riding with me close to the sun
Mama keep telling me not to come
Used to be a mouse, now I can roar
Tomorrow I'll give myself a little bit more
Forget about tomorrow live for today
No guarantee I'll make it anyway
My special candy tastes good now
Every day I die a little, a little anyhow
Rollin' and a-tumblin'
Take me to the mountain
Fly closer to the sun
Wailin' and a-rumblin', I'm movin' not stumblin'
Come, come with me on my Candy Mountain
Candy Mountain run
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Isn't this old night so nice
I hope you can feel what I feel tonight
Little boy's not getting it right
Trying so hard with all his might
Clouds in the sky keeping the sun away
Doesn't mean the sun is not shining today
Seems something is always in your way
You've got a wide, wide array of insurmountable problems every day
Slip away, slide away
Into dreamland
Slip away, slide away
Into dream, dreamland
In your own private place of dreams
I hope you'll find a place where it seems
The road is always straight and true
Wherever you walk is bright for you
I hope you'll remember these times we share
Hope you'll find some comfort there
In the meantime lose your cares
You can go anywhere, close your eyes and it will take you there
Slip away, slide away
Into dreamland
Gonna cherish my time with you
Gonna smile, smile the whole day through
Wake up tomorrow maybe you'll find
Darkness gone from your mind
Want you to be what you want to be
Don't want you ever hurt like me
Smiling through the saddest times
Could only happens in dreams
I wonder is it as nice as it seems
Slip away, slide away
Into dreamland
Maybe you'll get your wishes in dreams this night
Because I can't seem to do it here in real life
Maybe you'll get your wishes in dreams this night
Because I can's seem to help you here in real life
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Hey out there, are you hearing my call
It's a cry for help but all you see
are these craters and these walls
I've erected in my room
I'd like you to see, I'm a performer with skills
Don't make fun of me with my whistles and my bullhorns and my bells
And I hope you'll see it soon
Getting 'bout as much attention as a circus on the moon
I'm here with the elephants, I'm cleaning up mess
I'm trying to be special, but to you
I'm just like all the rest
Look what they've got me doing
Got a high wire act I can show you my skills
Trapeze and a bar across my heart, across my ills
Escape through a trap door and I'll go on my way
Try as I do, I just can't connect anyway
Getting bout as much attention as a circus on the moon
Standing tall and lone in my circus on the moon
I'm a perfect little foil for the prognosticators of doom
I'll bet you in a minute they'll be searching my room
Watch out for the deluge I believe it's coming soon
And I'll bet you five bucks we'll see the stars come out at noon
You can bet all you got I'll get your attention soon
Getting 'bout as much attention as a circus on the moon
I'm a stalwart trapeze artist on my
(circus on the moon)
I'm a lonely tightrope walker in my
(circus on the moon)
An accomplished virtuoso in my (circus on the moon)
Waving at you sweetly from my
circus on the moon
Three million miles away I'm staring at you, staring at you
Waving at you sweetly from my
(circus on the moon)
Standing tall and lone in my circus on the moon
Three million miles away I'm staring at you in my circus on the moon
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Bright light streaming in, through my window pane
Think I'll star at the shapes it makes
on the floor and then stare again
You've got your curtains drawn,
anything I can do?
Maybe a rose or a pillow or a picture or a funny joke just for you
To carry you away
Let me bring you, some tokens of esteem
Close the door on the world, make it our own beautiful scene
There's a darkness visible, maybe only to me
Maybe just a dream, a time-slowing-down dream,
a hole you're sinking down deep
Comes loose at the seams, make the dream leave
Some rise by wrong
And some by virtue fall
And those convicting may be the guilitiest of all
Wash it away
I'd love to bring you, on a silver tray,
some halcyon days
Feel a strong gravitational pull, holding you down
And the air feels thick, having a hard time
moving through, moving round
I'm hoping you may let me, help to pull you through
You're here so you might as well let me see
If I can do that for you
Carry you away
Feeling so helpless, mostly I'm a clown
Every now and then gotten so even
up can feel like down
In the hour of my reflection, I've had enough of disaffection
Like a starless sky, no light in our eyes
Maybe change this tonight, some brighter times, some lovely rhymes
Some rise by wrong
And some by virtue fall
And those in judgment could be guiltiest of all
Wash it away
I'd love to bring you, on a silver tray,
some halcyon days
Maybe just a dream, some ever-present dream, evanescent scenes
It could seem so for me, this is for me
Some rise by wrong
And some by virtue fall
And those in judgment could be guiltiest of all
Wash it away
I'd love to bring you, on a silver tray,
some halcyon days
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Look at my mama
Look at my pop
Look at my brother
Making them little girls' jaws drop
Look at my sister
So beautiful to see
What the hell happened to me?
Got a big-ass nose
Fat gaps in my teeth
Hair coming out of my ears
And big old stinky feet
I swear the girl at the gate
just gagged when I gave her my I.D.
What the hell happened to me?
What the hell happened
I wish I knew
What the hell happened
Not so much I can do
Got Gable and Lombard
For a mom and a dad
Got a brother braggin'
'Bout all the ass he's had
Must've been stuck in the shallow end of the pool of genes
What the hell happened to me?
What the hell happened
I wish I knew
What the hell happened
Not so much I can do
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Will it really help me to learn
About Frederick the Great and when Rome burned
I wish they'd skip over me
When it's my turn
All this useless information
So I can talk way above my station
And I lost when I couldn't spell congratulations
Hooray, hooray for Tom
He won the spelling bee
Spelled the difficult words so right
And now he's on TV
Hooray, hooray for Tom
He's up there for all to see
And I hope some day they'll say hooray for me
Teach me long division
So I can figure out baseball stats
Batting average, fielding percentage and all that I learn more at home, okay
Learned how to scrap, learned some funny things to say
And I lost when I spelled ban-an-ana
Hooray, hooray for Tom
He won the spelling bee
Spelled the difficult words so right
And now he's on TV
Hooray, hooray for Tom
He's up there for all to see
And I hope some day they'll say hooray for me
Hooray, hooray for Tom
He won the spelling bee
Spelled the difficult words so right
And now he's on TV
Hooray, hooray for Tom
He's up there for all to see
And I hope some day they'll say hooray
Hope some day they'll say hooray
Well I hope some day they'll say hooray for me for me
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There was a young man name Arthur Gordon
Heir to a large family fortune
Walking around all prissy and full of himself
Pissing money and showing his wealth
Built a little shrine to the Gordon name
Hyped it from his front-row seat at all the games
Opened a restaurant and called it guess what?
Arthur's, of course, he did strut his stuff
Heir Gordon
Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee
Heir, Heir Gordon
His life sure looks good to me
Got a little brylcreem, a dab will do
Droppin' funny acid, a tab or two
Wearing undergarments from a Mormom friend
Touching all the bases 'round the Cub Scout den
Heir Gordon
Got a lot of money but he ain't worth a damn
Heir, Heir Gordon
Makes me feel just like a man
Why's he doing all these things for me
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I'd like to try throwing the I-Ching
I'd like to try someone analyzing my writing
I'd like to see what's written on the crystal stones
And see what happens if I put on my turban
and start throwing bones
Maybe I'll be a gopher getting bagels for the U.N.
Maybe I'll cruise bars in futile search of perfect 10's
And maybe I'll be the legendary scandal-ridden pol
Keeping up my solid citizen front
when I'm really just bought and sold
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Palm readings and crystal balls
It's obvious for all to see
How uncertain it will be
Handwriting and dice rolls
I-Ching and crystal stones
Tea leaves and astrology
Get someone to interpret your dreams
Still I don't know where we'll be, but
Will you take this ride with me
Maybe I'll be a doctor, ophthalmologist checking out eyes
Maybe I'll get a job making little skinny curly fries
I might feel important as a security guard
And I'd love to lean on you when times get too hard
Maybe I'll be the overweight ex-jock chasing skirts
Telling my old stories, you know the older you get the better you were
You could be my right hand, tell me when I'm a joke
And maybe there'll be some times when
we feel like we're not just blowing smoke
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Palm readings and crystal balls
It's obvious for all to see
How uncertain it will be
Handwriting and dice rolls
I-Ching and crystal stones
Tea leaves and astrology
Get someone to interpret your dreams
Still I don't know where we'll be
But will you take this ride with me
Maybe I'll invent the nuclear magnetic resonance stomp
Or create a synthetic hue for you or maybe chemical breakthroughs
Take a map of the genome and give directions to a friend
Or develop a crumb-crisp coating for a new cake and ice cream blend
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Palm readings and crystal balls
It's obvious for all to see
How uncertain it will be
Fortune tellers and mirrored walls
Tarot cards and ouija boards
Tea leaves and astrology
Why don't you come and lay with me
Still I wonder where we'll be
Will you take this ride
Will you take this ride with me
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Come on kids y'all come with me
Let's go looking for a Christmas tree
Across the river and through the woods
I've got my axe and it works real good
Such a strong boy, good hiker too
Eight years old, could arm-wrestle you
Fast as a horse and slick as a snake
We'll make it snappy won't be late
In the dimming light
On frozen ground I lay so helpless
No one else in sight
I'm so sure I just won't last much longer
Lost in the snow didn't know where to go
Don't know how to cook or how to sew
Maybe I'll make friends with the deer, who knows
They have problems too with this snow
In the dimming light
On frozen ground I lay so helpless
No one else in sight
I'm so sure I just won't last much longer
Bridge:
Got separaated don't know how
They went straight and I went around
Thought we'd meet up by that ravine
I'm hoping this is where I was last seen
In the dimming light
On frozen ground I lay so helpless
No one else in sight
I'm so scared I just won't last much longer
Slogging through the snow waist deep
Digging, reaching, looking for me
Give your own a strong love
Compliments and great big hugs
Some thins always so hard to say
Pride and ego get in the way
With a little boy lost in the woods you see
Wish my mama would come find me
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