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Suzanne takes you down to her place BY (near) the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night FOREVER (beside her)
And you know that she's half crazy
AND (But) that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
(then) She gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
NOW (And) Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
'CAUSE (And) you think maybe you('ll) CAN trust him
'CAUSE (For) he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
BETWEEN (Among) the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning, LEANING out for love
And they will lean that way forever
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To everything, turn, turn, turn (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to weep, time to laugh;
A time to mourn, time to dance;
A time to get, time to lose;
A time to embrace
And a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to sew, time to rend,
A time for silence, time to speak;
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
Oh to everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to break down, time to build up
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for war, time for peace,
I swear it's not too late
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose under heaven
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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Oh we got a revolution
I see ...
Helo, hold it...
(speaks....)
.... start again
And now we got a revolution
Cause i see the face of things to come
Yeah, the Constitution
Well, my friend, its gonna have to bend
Im here to tell you about destruction
Of all the evil that will have to end.
Some folks are gonna get the notion
I know they'll say im preachin hate
But if i have to swim the ocean
Well i would just to communicate
Its not as simple as talkin jive
The daily struggle just to stay alive
Singin about a revolution
Because were talkin about a change
Its more than just evolution
Well you know, you got to clean your brain
The only way that we can stand in fact
Is when you get your foot off our back
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TO LOVE SOMEBODY(1967) robin gibb, barry gibb
There' a lightA certain kind of lightIt's never shown on meI want my whole life to beLived with youLived with you
There's a wayEverybody sayDo each and every little thingWhat good does it bringIf I ain't got you If I ain't got youIf I ain't got you If I ain't got you
You don't knowWhat it's likeBaby you don't knowWhat it's likeTo love somebodyTo love somebodyThe way I love you
In my brainSee your face againI know my frame of mindYou ain't got to be so blindAnd I'm blind so blind
But I'm a womanCan't you see what I amI live and breathe for youWhat good does it doIf I ain't got you If I ain't got youIf I ain't got you If I ain't got you
Say you don't knowWhat it's likeBaby you don't know what it's likeTo love somebodyTo love somebodyThe way I love you
Oh'a, you don't knowWhat it's likeBaby you don't knowWhat it's likeTo love somebodyTo love somebodyThe way I love you
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They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now any day now
I shall be released
They say every man needs protection
They say every man must fall
So I swear I see my reflection
Somewhere inside these walls
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now any day now
I shall be released
Yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd
Man who swears he's not to blame
ALl day long I hear him hollering so loud
Just crying out that he's not to blame
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now any day now
I shall be relased
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(1967) Robin Gibb, Barry Gibb
I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by.
I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy.
Then you happened,girl, this feeling that posessses me.
I just can't move myself. I guess it all just had to be.
(Chorus)
I can't see nobody...no, I can't see nobody.
Mine eyes can only look at you...you.
I used to have a brain; I used to think of many things.
I watched the falling rain and listened to the sweet birds sing.
Don't ask me why, little girl. I love you and that's all I can say.
You're ev'ry ,ev'ry breath I take.You are my nights; my night and day.
(chorus...)
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I never felt like this before...a love like yours so young and fine.
And now as I try to forget you...it doesn't work out any way.
I loved you such a long time ago...but in my eyes you'll always be.
Every single word you hear...is coming from this heart of mine.
I loved you such a long time ago...don't know why...
And I don't know why...baby...
(chorus...)
(chorus...)
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Bob Dylan
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez
And it's Easter time too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don't pull you through
Don't put on any airs
When you're down on rue morgue avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess out of you
Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don't have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend my doctor
Won't even say what it is I have got
Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you're so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon
Up on housing project hill
It's either fortune or fame
You must pick one or the other
Though neither of them
Are to be what they claim
If you're looking to get silly
You better go back from where you came
Because the cops don't need you
And man they expect the same
Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
Hew they blackmailed the sergeant at arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking like a ghost
I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough
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Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Above you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin', changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That will be namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin', changin'.
Come senators and congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
For wind'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin', they are a-changin', Hey
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
For your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin', they are a-changin',
The line it is drawn
And the curse it is cast
And the slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
For the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin', changin'.
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