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  • #91
    we are the world. we are the children.
    etc. etc.. hummm hummmmmummm etc..



    hello... is it me you're looking for...


    and yanni's one mans dream doesnt need words. those notes are permanetly burned in my mind.
    I was, I am, and I will always be the Monster!

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    • #92
      Bob Dylan - 4th Time Around

      When she said,
      "Don't waste your words, they're just lies,"
      I cried she was deaf.
      And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
      Then said, "What else you got left?"
      It was then that I got up to leave
      But she said, "Don't forget,
      Everybody must give something back
      For something they get."

      I stood there and hummed,
      I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
      And she buttoned her boot,
      And straightened her suit,
      Then she said, "Don't get cute."
      So I forced my hands in my pockets
      And felt with my thumbs,
      And gallantly handed her
      My very last piece of gum.

      She threw me outside,
      I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
      And after finding I'd
      Forgotten my shirt,
      I went back and knocked.
      I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
      And I tried to make sense
      Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
      That leaned up against . . .

      Her Jamaican rum
      And when she did come, I asked her for some.
      She said, "No, dear."
      I said, "Your words aren't clear,
      You'd better spit out your gum."
      She screamed till her face got so red
      Then she fell on the floor,
      And I covered her up and then
      Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

      And, when I was through
      I filled up my shoe
      And brought it to you.
      And you, you took me in,
      You loved me then
      You didn't waste time.
      And I, I never took much,
      I never asked for your crutch.
      Now don't ask for mine.
      Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

      -William Wordsworth

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      • #93
        Bob Dylan - Just Like a Woman

        Nobody feels any pain
        Tonight as I stand inside the rain
        Ev'rybody knows
        That Baby's got new clothes
        But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
        Have fallen from her curls.
        She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
        She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
        And she aches just like a woman
        But she breaks just like a little girl.

        Queen Mary, she's my friend
        Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
        Nobody has to guess
        That Baby can't be blessed
        Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
        With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
        She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
        She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
        And she aches just like a woman
        But she breaks just like a little girl.

        It was raining from the first
        And I was dying there of thirst
        So I came in here
        And your long-time curse hurts
        But what's worse
        Is this pain in here
        I can't stay in here
        Ain't it clear that--

        I just can't fit
        Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
        When we meet again
        Introduced as friends
        Please don't let on that you knew me when
        I was hungry and it was your world.
        Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
        You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
        Then you ache just like a woman
        But you break just like a little girl.
        Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

        -William Wordsworth

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        • #94
          Bob Dylan - Ballad of a Thin Man

          You walk into the room
          With your pencil in your hand
          You see somebody naked
          And you say, "Who is that man?"
          You try so hard
          But you don't understand
          Just what you'll say
          When you get home

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?

          You raise up your head
          And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
          And somebody points to you and says
          "It's his"
          And you say, "What's mine?"
          And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
          And you say, "Oh my God
          Am I here all alone?"

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?

          You hand in your ticket
          And you go watch the geek
          Who immediately walks up to you
          When he hears you speak
          And says, "How does it feel
          To be such a freak?"
          And you say, "Impossible"
          As he hands you a bone

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?

          You have many contacts
          Among the lumberjacks
          To get you facts
          When someone attacks your imagination
          But nobody has any respect
          Anyway they already expect you
          To just give a check
          To tax-deductible charity organizations

          You've been with the professors
          And they've all liked your looks
          With great lawyers you have
          Discussed lepers and crooks
          You've been through all of
          F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
          You're very well read
          It's well known

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?

          Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
          And then he kneels
          He crosses himself
          And then he clicks his high heels
          And without further notice
          He asks you how it feels
          And he says, "Here is your throat back
          Thanks for the loan"

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?

          Now you see this one-eyed midget
          Shouting the word "NOW"
          And you say, "For what reason?"
          And he says, "How?"
          And you say, "What does this mean?"
          And he screams back, "You're a cow
          Give me some milk
          Or else go home"

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?

          Well, you walk into the room
          Like a camel and then you frown
          You put your eyes in your pocket
          And your nose on the ground
          There ought to be a law
          Against you comin' around
          You should be made
          To wear earphones

          Because something is happening here
          But you don't know what it is
          Do you, Mister Jones?
          Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

          -William Wordsworth

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          • #95
            Bob Dylan - Desolation Row

            They're selling postcards of the hanging
            They're painting the passports brown
            The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
            The circus is in town
            Here comes the blind commissioner
            They've got him in a trance
            One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
            The other is in his pants
            And the riot squad they're restless
            They need somewhere to go
            As Lady and I look out tonight
            From Desolation Row

            Cinderella, she seems so easy
            "It takes one to know one," she smiles
            And puts her hands in her back pockets
            Bette Davis style
            And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
            "You Belong to Me I Believe"
            And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
            You better leave"
            And the only sound that's left
            After the ambulances go
            Is Cinderella sweeping up
            On Desolation Row

            Now the moon is almost hidden
            The stars are beginning to hide
            The fortunetelling lady
            Has even taken all her things inside
            All except for Cain and Abel
            And the hunchback of Notre Dame
            Everybody is making love
            Or else expecting rain
            And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
            He's getting ready for the show
            He's going to the carnival tonight
            On Desolation Row

            Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
            For her I feel so afraid
            On her twenty-second birthday
            She already is an old maid

            To her, death is quite romantic
            She wears an iron vest
            Her profession's her religion
            Her sin is her lifelessness
            And though her eyes are fixed upon
            Noah's great rainbow
            She spends her time peeking
            Into Desolation Row

            Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
            With his memories in a trunk
            Passed this way an hour ago
            With his friend, a jealous monk
            He looked so immaculately frightful
            As he bummed a cigarette
            Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
            And reciting the alphabet
            Now you would not think to look at him
            But he was famous long ago
            For playing the electric violin
            On Desolation Row

            Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
            Inside of a leather cup
            But all his sexless patients
            They're trying to blow it up
            Now his nurse, some local loser
            She's in charge of the cyanide hole
            And she also keeps the cards that read
            "Have Mercy on His Soul"
            They all play on penny whistles
            You can hear them blow
            If you lean your head out far enough
            From Desolation Row

            Across the street they've nailed the curtains
            They're getting ready for the feast
            The Phantom of the Opera
            A perfect image of a priest
            They're spoonfeeding Casanova
            To get him to feel more assured
            Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
            After poisoning him with words

            And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
            "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
            Casanova is just being punished for going
            To Desolation Row"

            Now at midnight all the agents
            And the superhuman crew
            Come out and round up everyone
            That knows more than they do
            Then they bring them to the factory
            Where the heart-attack machine
            Is strapped across their shoulders
            And then the kerosene
            Is brought down from the castles
            By insurance men who go
            Check to see that nobody is escaping
            To Desolation Row

            Praise be to Nero's Neptune
            The Titanic sails at dawn
            And everybody's shouting
            "Which Side Are You On?"
            And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
            Fighting in the captain's tower
            While calypso singers laugh at them
            And fishermen hold flowers
            Between the windows of the sea
            Where lovely mermaids flow
            And nobody has to think too much
            About Desolation Row

            Yes, I received your letter yesterday
            (About the time the door knob broke)
            When you asked how I was doing
            Was that some kind of joke?
            All these people that you mention
            Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
            I had to rearrange their faces
            And give them all another name
            Right now I can't read too good
            Don't send me no more letters no
            Not unless you mail them
            From Desolation Row
            Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

            -William Wordsworth

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            • #96
              Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan's 115th Dream

              I was riding on the Mayflower
              When I thought I spied some land
              I yelled for Captain Arab
              I have yuh understand
              Who came running to the deck
              Said, "Boys, forget the whale
              Look on over yonder
              Cut the engines
              Change the sail
              Haul on the bowline"
              We sang that melody
              Like all tough sailors do
              When they are far away at sea

              "I think I'll call it America"
              I said as we hit land
              I took a deep breath
              I fell down, I could not stand
              Captain Arab he started
              Writing up some deeds
              He said, "Let's set up a fort
              And start buying the place with beads"
              Just then this cop comes down the street
              Crazy as a loon
              He throw us all in jail
              For carryin' harpoons

              Ah me I busted out
              Don't even ask me how
              I went to get some help
              I walked by a Guernsey cow
              Who directed me down
              To the Bowery slums
              Where people carried signs around
              Saying, "Ban the bums"
              I jumped right into line
              Sayin', "I hope that I'm not late"
              When I realized I hadn't eaten
              For five days straight

              I went into a restaurant
              Lookin' for the cook
              I told them I was the editor
              Of a famous etiquette book
              The waitress he was handsome
              He wore a powder blue cape
              I ordered some suzette, I said
              "Could you please make that crepe"
              Just then the whole kitchen exploded
              From boilin' fat
              Food was flying everywhere
              And I left without my hat

              Now, I didn't mean to be nosy
              But I went into a bank
              To get some bail for Arab
              And all the boys back in the tank
              They asked me for some collateral
              And I pulled down my pants
              They threw me in the alley
              When up comes this girl from France
              Who invited me to her house
              I went, but she had a friend
              Who knocked me out
              And robbed my boots
              And I was on the street again

              Well, I rapped upon a house
              With the U.S. flag upon display
              I said, "Could you help me out
              I got some friends down the way"
              The man says, "Get out of here
              I'll tear you limb from limb"
              I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"
              He said, "You're not Him
              Get out of here before I break your bones
              I ain't your pop"
              I decided to have him arrested
              And I went looking for a cop

              I ran right outside
              And I hopped inside a cab
              I went out the other door
              This Englishman said, "Fab"
              As he saw me leap a hot dog stand
              And a chariot that stood
              Parked across from a building
              Advertising brotherhood
              I ran right through the front door
              Like a hobo sailor does
              But it was just a funeral parlor
              And the man asked me who I was

              I repeated that my friends
              Were all in jail, with a sigh
              He gave me his card
              He said, "Call me if they die"
              I shook his hand and said goodbye
              Ran out to the street
              When a bowling ball came down the road
              And knocked me off my feet
              A pay phone was ringing
              It just about blew my mind
              When I picked it up and said hello
              This foot came through the line

              Well, by this time I was fed up
              At tryin' to make a stab
              At bringin' back any help
              For my friends and Captain Arab
              I decided to flip a coin
              Like either heads or tails
              Would let me know if I should go
              Back to ship or back to jail
              So I hocked my sailor suit
              And I got a coin to flip
              It came up tails
              It rhymed with sails
              So I made it back to the ship

              Well, I got back and took
              The parkin' ticket off the mast
              I was ripping it to shreds
              When this coastguard boat went past
              They asked me my name
              And I said, "Captain Kidd"
              They believed me but
              They wanted to know
              What exactly that I did
              I said for the Pope of Eruke
              I was employed
              They let me go right away
              They were very paranoid

              Well, the last I heard of Arab
              He was stuck on a whale
              That was married to the deputy
              Sheriff of the jail
              But the funniest thing was
              When I was leavin' the bay
              I saw three ships a-sailin'
              They were all heading my way
              I asked the captain what his name was
              And how come he didn't drive a truck
              He said his name was Columbus
              I just said, "Good luck."
              Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

              -William Wordsworth

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              • #97
                Television - Marquee Moon

                I remember the light of darkness doubled,
                I recall lightning struck itself,
                I was listenin', listenin' to the rain,
                I was hearin', hearin' someone else.
                I'm in the high point of my night, I feel so impressive, life,
                All this time with the Marquee Moon, but just waitin'.

                I spoke to the man down at the tracks,
                And I asked him how he don't go mad,
                He said: "Look here, junior, don't you be so happy,
                And for Heaven's sake, don't you be so sad."
                I'm in the high point of my night, I feel so d(?)st impressive life,
                All this time with the Marquee Moon, hesitating.

                Well, a Cadillac, it pulled out of the graveyard,
                Pulled up to me, oh they said, "get in, get in".
                Then this Cadillac, it puttered back into that graveyard,
                Me, I got out again.
                I'm in the high point of my life, I feel so impressive, life,
                All this time with the Marquee Moon, but I ain't waitin', uh-uh.

                I remember how the darkness doubled, I recall lightning struck itself,
                I was listenin, listenin' to the rain, I was hearin', hearin', something else.
                Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

                -William Wordsworth

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                • #98
                  Big Star - When My Baby's Beside Me

                  Don't need to talk to my doctor
                  Don't need to talk to me shrink
                  Don't need to hide behind no locked door
                  I don't need to think
                  'Cause when my baby's beside me I don't worry
                  When my baby's beside me all I know

                  Read all my books and talked about
                  Listened to the radio
                  Been in a school and dropped right out
                  Tryin' to learn what I didn't know
                  But when my baby's beside me I don't worry
                  When my baby's beside me all I know
                  Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

                  -William Wordsworth

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                  • #99
                    U2 - Running to Stand Still

                    And so she woke up
                    Woke up from where she was
                    Lying still
                    Said I gotta do something
                    About where we're going


                    Step on a steam train
                    Step out of the driving rain, maybe
                    Run from the darkness in the night
                    Singing ha, ah la la la de day
                    Ah da da da de day
                    Ah la la de day


                    Sweet the sin
                    Bitter taste in my mouth
                    I see seven towers
                    But I only see one way out


                    You got to cry without weeping
                    Talk without speaking
                    Scream without raising your voice


                    You know I took the poison
                    From the poison stream
                    Then I floated out of here
                    Singing...ha la la la de day
                    Ha la la la de day
                    Ha la la de day


                    She runs through the streets
                    With her eyes painted red
                    Under black belly of cloud in the rain
                    In through a doorway she brings me
                    White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
                    She is raging
                    She is raging
                    And the storm blows up in her eyes
                    She will...


                    Suffer the needle chill
                    She's running to stand...


                    Still.
                    Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

                    -William Wordsworth

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                    • U2 - Love is Blindness

                      Love is blindness
                      I don't want to see
                      Won't you wrap the night
                      Around me
                      Oh my heart
                      Love is blindness

                      In a parked car
                      In a crowded street
                      You see your love
                      Made complete
                      Thread is ripping
                      The knot is slipping
                      Love is blindness

                      Love is clockworks
                      And cold steel
                      Fingers too numb to feel
                      Squeeze the handle
                      Blow out the candle
                      Love is blindness

                      Love is blindness
                      I don't want to see
                      Won't you wrap the night
                      Around me
                      Oh my love
                      Blindness

                      A little death
                      Without mourning
                      No call
                      And no warning
                      Baby...a dangerous idea
                      That almost makes sense

                      Love is drowning
                      In a deep well
                      All the secrets
                      And no one to tell
                      Take the money
                      Honey
                      Blindness

                      Love is blindness
                      I don't want to see
                      Won't you wrap the night
                      Around me
                      Oh my love
                      Blindness
                      Sweet is the lore which nature brings; our meddling intellect misshapes the beauteous forms of things: we murder to dissect.

                      -William Wordsworth

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