1. |
On the Top of the Hill
02:46
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Took a step back,
On the top of the hill,
Seein’ far and wide.
Rich man come,
Tearing trees from the earth,
To put his house on the side.
Ooo, on the top of the hill,
You can see the ground give way,
Ooo, on the top of the hill
You’re not safe from judgment day.
Time goes on,
But the world feels still,
Can it be undone?
Mamas cryin’,
Yeah she’s cryin’ at the sight,
Cause she feels too, what’s been done...
Ooo, on the top of the hill,
You can see the ground give way,
Ooo, on the top of the hill
You’re not safe from judgment day.
Ooo, on the top of the hill,
You can see the ground give way,
Ooo, on the top of the hill
You’re not safe from judgment day
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2. |
Illusive Kinds
02:36
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You sit in a dark room, all afternoon,
Not knowing where to go, or what to do,
No halls or walls, to direct you,
You’ll lose your mind, when out of tune.
Everybody loses sometimes,
That’s what you say when you reach for illusive kinds,
All this winnin’ and losin’, could you make up your mind,
Oh that’d be fine…
Hey Anna, when did you learn to run?
What happened to all the fun?
Feels like holding a loaded gun,
We keep concealed from everyone.
Everybody loses sometimes,
That’s what you say when you reach for illusive kinds,
All this winnin’ and losin’, could you make up your mind,
Oh that’d be fine…
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3. |
Nicki
02:21
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I’ve been addicted to you since I was ten years old,
It was more of an idea than an actual toke,
I saw you in the movies and with all the adults,
And I burnt horsetails to feel the draw of a smoke.
Oh Nicki, you are my serenity,
My endless love and my hopeless need,
You and Mary Jane, you both got your ways,
You got me trapped in an impenetrable haze.
I’ve been warned of your insidious ways,
But fuck it; I’ll smoke a spliff at the end of my days.
Oh Nicki, you are my serenity,
My endless love and my hopeless need,
You and Mary Jane, you both got your ways,
You got me trapped in an impenetrable haze
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4. |
Let's Smoke in the Rain
02:43
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Stand by me,
Under the canopy,
Let’s smoke in the rain.
We’ll talk as brothers,
And love for our mothers,
And let time pass our pain.
I can be sure,
Where I’m headed next,
Someplace I’ve never been.
I’ll remember your face,
In a lonesome place,
It’ll keep me warm and clean.
Well I’m not free,
If I’m afraid,
Of the river after death,
So I’ll embrace the rain,
And bring it ember,
To take another breath.
Stand by me,
Under the canopy,
Let’s smoke in the rain.
We’ll talk as brothers,
And love for our mothers,
And let time pass our pain
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Won't you let me walk you home from school,
Won't you let me meet you at the pool,
Maybe Friday I can,
Get tickets for the dance,
And I'll take you…
Won't you tell your dad, get off my back,
Tell him what we said 'bout 'Paint It Black',
Rock 'n Roll is here to stay,
Come inside where it's okay,
And I'll shake you…
Won't you tell me what you're thinking of,
Would you be an outlaw for my love,
If it's so, well, let me know,
If it's no, well, I can go,
I won't make you…
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6. |
Enjoy your Sunny Days
02:19
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Remember those sunny days on Whitney Hill,
When we would laugh and play, and we weren’t searching for a thrill,
Do you remember when, cause I still play that way.
Well I’ve got friends with their heads in the clouds,
And I’ve got friends with both feet on the ground,
Oh brother, won’t you do both for me.
Enjoy your sunny days, cause they’ll come to an end,
I know that’s for sure, but no one can tell you when,
Hey sister, life is but a game…
…And if we play this game together,
Oh, life won’t be a pain.
…And if we play this game together,
Yeah, life won’t be a pain.
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I caught you knockin' at my cellar door,
I love you, baby, can I have some more?
Ooh, ooh, the damage done.
I hit the city and I lost my band,
I watched the needle take another man,
Gone, gone, the damage done.
I sing the song because I love the man,
I know that some of you don't understand,
Milk-blood to keep from running out.
I've seen the needle and the damage done,
A little part of it in everyone,
But every junkie's like a settin' sun.
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8. |
A Song without a Name
02:16
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She’s humored by thoughts of Amsterdam,
With cocaine clouds and other men,
While she claims to know what love is.
The way she walks confuses me,
But somehow still resembles me,
And that’s why I wont hold her back.
Love, please take a word of thought,
That you can’t run from your own thoughts,
And silencing is easy if you’d breathe.
Take off bird, fly away,
I knew you’d have to migrate soon,
So you should know that you’ve been home to me.
Take off bird, fly away,
I knew you’d have to migrate soon,
So you should know that you’ve been home to me.
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9. |
The Busybacksoons
02:34
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“Gone out,
Back soon,
Busy,
Back soon.
Back out,
Gone soon,
Busy,
Gone soon.”
This is the story of the
“Busy-back-soons,”
Always running around,
They know just what to do.
If you ask ‘em,
“Have you seen the moon?”
They’ll reply: “Yes,
And been there too.”
“Gone out,
Back soon,
Busy,
Back soon.
Back out,
Gone soon,
Busy,
Gone soon.”
This is the story of the
“Busy-back-soons,”
Always running around,
They know what’s best for you.
If you ask ‘em,
“Should we grow our food?”
They’ll reply: “No,
Let me buy it for you.”
“Gone out,
Back soon,
Busy,
Back soon.
Back out,
Gone soon,
Busy,
Gone soon.”
This is the story of the
“Busy-gone-soons,”
Always running around,
They know when’s best to do.
If you ask ‘em,
“Should we go sailing soon?”
They’ll reply: “No time!
Wait for the typhoon.”
“Gone out,
Back soon,
Busy,
Back soon.
Back out,
Gone soon,
Busy,
Gone soon.”
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If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady,
Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?
If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me?
Carrying the pots I made, would you follow behind me?
Save my love for loneliness,
Save my love for sorrow,
I’m givin’ you my only-ness,
Come give your tomorrow.
If I worked my hands in wood, would you still love me?
If you’d answer: "yes, I would…” I'd put you above me.
If I was a miller, at a mill wheel grinding,
Would you miss your colored-box, your soft shoes shining?
Save my love for loneliness,
Save my love for sorrow,
I’m givin’ you my only-ness,
Come give your tomorrow.
If I were a carpenter, and you were a lady,
Would you marry me? Would you be my baby?
Save my love for loneliness,
Save my love for sorrow,
I’m givin’ you my only-ness,
Come give your tomorrow.
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11. |
The Way Back Home
02:28
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American spirit behind his cigarette,
He likes to smoke ‘em every chance he gets,
After workin’ all day long for the man he doesn’t know,
He’ll find his way back home…
Puts on a suit every now and then,
Don’t like the look, but the way it fits…
Helps him fit in as well as he knows,
He’ll find his way back home…
A farmers daughter born ‘round the Chelsea Square,
Met a boy, thought he’d seen too much,
Got married had two children, now they know…
They’ll find their way back home.
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