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(Wilard Robison)
I left a note on the dresser
And my old wedding ring
These few goodbye words
How can I sing
Goodbye old sleepy head
I'm packing you in like I said
Take care of everything
I'm leaving my wedding ring
Don't look for me
I'll get ahead
Remember darling
Don't smoke in bed
Don't look for me
And I'll get ahead
Remember darling
Don't smoke in bed
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(Albert Louis Hammond/Michael Hazlewood)
If I could make a wish,
I think I'd pass.
Can't think of anything I need -
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound,
Nothing to eat, no books to read.
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired.
What more could I ask?
There's nothing left to be desired.
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe,
Yes, to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe.
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired.
What more could I ask?
There's nothing left to be desired.
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe,
Yes, to love you.
All I need is the air that I breathe.
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak.
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.
Sleep, silent angel, go to sleep.
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(John Klenner/Lloyd Shaffer/Ted Steele)
Smoke dreams
From smoke rings
While a cigarette burns
I keep yearning for you
Through smoke dreams
From smoke rings
That old feeling returns
Can't believe that we are through
I try to pretend our love has ended
But my heart tells me no
The dreams I resist won't be dismissed
Though I try to forget with each cigarette
Still smoke rings
Bring smoke dreams
And although you are gone
Our love story goes on
I try to pretend our love has ended
But my heart tells me no
The dreams I resist won't be dismissed
Though I try to forget with each cigarette
Still smoke rings
Bring smoke dreams
And although you are gone
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(Boo Hewerdine/Gary Clark/Neill MacColl)
The room in the morning
Watching the rain turn to snow
But outside my window
Sometimes the rain falls harder than you'll ever know
Sometimes the things that you love in the night
The morning will choose to forget
I have a habit I have been trying to lose
Everyone thinks that they know what they want
Sometimes your drug chooses you
There are some things that i've promised myself
Things I haven't done yet
It's my last cigarette
This is my last cigarette
Sometimes the people you love in the night
The morning will choose to forget
This is my last cigarette
My last cigarette
This is my last cigarette
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(Steve Miller/Ahmet Ertegun/Eddie Curtis)
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause I speak of the pompitous of love
People talk about me, baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
Well, don't you worry baby
Don't worry
Cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Wooo Wooooo
You're the cutest thing
That I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
Ooo-eee baby, I'll sure show you a good time
Cause I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I get my lovin' on the run
I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
I play my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a midnight toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one
Wooo Woooo
People keep talking about me baby
They say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry
Cause I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey all the time
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(Dory Langdon/Andre G. Previn)
Gotta get off gonna get hafta get off of this ride
Gotta get hold gonna get need to get hold of my pride
When did I get where did I how was I caught in this game
When will I know where will I how will I think of my name
When did I start feeling sure feeling safe
And start wondering why
Is this a dream am I here where are you what's in back of the sky
Why do we cry
Gotta get off gonna get outta this merry-go-round
Gotta get on gonna get need to get on where i'm bound
When did I get where did I why am I lost as a lamb
When will I know where will I how will I learn who I am
Is this a dream am I here where are you
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(David Barbe)
The medicine has taken you over
Washing away any desire
How does it feel at the end of the day
When your energy's gone and it's slowly replaced
By the numbing sensation
Cleaning both sides of your brain
I remember the stars in your eyes
But even the bright stars will fade out sometimes
Do you remember our very last kiss
Are you aware that you're terribly missed
Do you remember how to remember
I should have seen through your smoke screen
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*Originally titled "Chet Baker's Unsung Swan Song"
(David Wilcox)
My old addiction
Changed the wiring in my brain
So that when it turns the switches
Then I am not the same
So like the flowers toward the Sun
I will follow
Stretch myself out thin
Like there's a part of me that's already buried
That sends me out into this window
My old addiction
Is a flood upon the land
This tiny lifeboat
Can keep me dry
But my weight is all
That it can stand
So when I try to lean just a little
For just a splash to cool my face
Ahh that trickle
Turns out fickle
Fills my boat up
Five miles deep
My old addiction
Makes me crave only what is best
Like these just this morning song birds
Craving upward from the nest
These tiny birds outside my window
Take my hand to be their mom
These open mouths
Would trust and swallow
Anything that came along
Like my old addiction
Now the other side of Day
As the springtime
Of my life's time
Turn's the other way
If a swan can have a song
I think I know that tune
But the page is only scrawled
And I am gone this afternoon
But the page is only scrawled
And I am gone this afternoon
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(T-Bone Burnett/Bob Neuwirth/Roy Orbison)
Stood together in an open field
And share the secrets of the night reveal
Then we chase the light
Racing through the sky
Can we untangle guilt and innocence
How hard we torture this ambivalence
Night will bring no dawn
Where's the power gone
For I'll steal your dreams while you are sleeping
And sell them for dust and cheap lust
And I'll turn your hope while you are weeping
And cover your eyes with sad lies and dark skies
Come closer to me on your hands and knees
Alone when your will's gone
How much is not enough how much is through
How long will I be getting over you
How much grief and sin
Till the heart caves in
Till the heart caves in
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(Gene Gifford/Ned Washington)
Tell me where do they go
These smoke rings I blow each night
What do they do these circles of blue and white
Why do they seem to picture a dream of love
Why do they fade my phantom parade of love
Puff puff puff puff your cares away
Puff puff puff night and day
Blow blow them through the air silky little rings
Those little smoke rings I love take me above with you
Puff puff puff puff your cares away
Puff puff puff night and day
Blow blow them through the air silky little rings
Those little smoke rings I love please take me above
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(Jane Siberry)
We made love last night
Wasn't good wasn't bad
Itimate strangers made me kinda sad
Now when I woke up this morning
Coffee wasn't on
It slowly dawned on me that my baby is gone
My baby's gone
Guess I shoudln't be so shocked
I guess I shouldn't be so surprised
Guess I sorta noticed the sadness in your eyes
All this time together
And I still feel so alone
Two of us together couldn't make this house a home
My baby's gone
My baby's gone
Oh so long
Umf maybe I'm a little bit relieved
Maybe even a little bit glad
Now that you're gone maybe I won't feel so sad
So I'm packing your things and
Leaving them outside and
Neighbours can talk themselves up into a storm I'll survive
My baby's gone
My baby's gone
Oh ... so long
Did you forget something my love
I see you're back outside
Looking at your suitcases looking oh so surprised
Hain't it funny
One of life's little jokes
Thought you'd gone for good
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(Walter Kent/Jerome Jerome/Richard Byron)
What is love
You called it heaven above
Star that shine in the night
A bird that sings in its flight
A flower that blooms in the spring
There's no such thing
Love's like a cigarette
You know you had my heart aglow
Between your fingertips
And just like a cigarette
I never knew the thrill of life
Until you touched my lips
Then just like a cigarette
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret
And with a flick of your fingertips
It was easy for you to forget
Coz love is like a cigarette
Then just like a cigarette
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret
And with a flick of your fingertips
It was easy for you to forget
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