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  • #61
    Here's a winner. Best when approaching the Arizona/California border after too many days in the midwest.

    Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
    And I’s feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
    Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
    It rode us all the way to New Orleans.

    I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
    I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
    Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby’s hand in mine,
    We sang every song that driver knew.

    Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
    Nothing don’t mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, now now.
    And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
    You know feeling good was good enough for me,
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

    From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
    Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
    Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
    Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold.

    One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away,
    He’s looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
    But I’d trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
    To be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.

    Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
    Nothing, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah,
    But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
    Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
    Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

    La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
    La la la la la Bobby McGee.
    La la la la la, la la la la la
    La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.

    La La la, la la la la la la,
    La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah.
    Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
    Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.

    Lord, I’m calling my lover, calling my man,
    I said I’m calling my lover just the best I can,
    C’mon, where is Bobby now, where is Bobby McGee, yeah,
    Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
    Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

    Yeah! Whew!

    Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
    Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.

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    • #62
      Till the morning comes, it'll do you fine.
      Till the morning comes, like a highway sign,
      Showing you the way, leaving no doubt,
      Of the way on in or the way back out.


      Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you
      You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy
      Make yourself eeeeeeasy


      Till we all fall down, it'll do you fine,
      Don't think about what you left behind
      The way you came or the way you go
      Let your tracks be lost in the dark and snow


      Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you
      You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy
      Make yourself eeeeeeasy


      When the shadows grow, it'll do you fine
      When the cold winds blow, it'll ease your mind
      The shape it takes could be yours to choose,
      What you may win, what you may lose


      Tell you what I'll do, I'll watch out for you
      You're my woman now, make yourself easy, make yourself easy
      Make yourself eeeeeeeasy


      You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
      You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
      You're my woman now, make yourself easy.
      You're my woman now, make yourself easy.

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      • #63
        Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
        Shine on you crazy diamond.
        Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
        Shine on you crazy diamond.
        You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the
        steel breeze.
        Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,
        you martyr, and shine!

        You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
        Shine on you crazy diamond.
        Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
        Shine on you crazy diamond.
        Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the
        steel breeze.
        Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper,
        you prisoner, and shine!

        Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
        Shine on you crazy diamond.
        Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
        Shine on you crazy diamond.
        And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail
        on the steel breeze.
        Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner
        for truth and delusion, and shine!

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        • #64
          U2, With or Without You

          See the stone set in your eyes
          See the thorn twist in your side
          I wait for you
          Slight of hand and twist of fate
          On a bed of nails she makes me wait
          And I wait without you

          With or without you
          With or without you

          Through the storm we reach the shore
          You give it all but I want more
          And I'm waiting for you

          With or without you
          With or without you
          I can't live
          With or without you

          And you give yourself away
          And you give yourself away
          And you give
          And you give
          And you give yourself away

          My hands are tied, my body bruised
          She's got me with nothing left to win
          And nothing else to lose

          And you give yourself away
          And you give yourself away
          And you give
          And you give
          And you give yourself away

          With or without you
          With or without you
          I can't live
          With or without you

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          • #65
            Another one by U2:

            Grace, she takes the blame
            She covers the shame
            Removes the stain
            It could be her name

            Grace, it's a name for a girl
            It's also a thought that changed the world

            And when she walks on the street
            You can hear the strings
            Grace finds goodness in everything

            Grace, she's got the walk
            Not on a ramp or on chalk
            She's got the time to talk
            She travels outside of karma, karma
            She travels outside of karma

            When she goes to work
            You can hear the strings
            Grace finds beauty in everything

            Grace, she carries a world on her hips
            No champagne flute for her lips
            No twirls or skips between her fingertips
            She carries a pearl in perfect condition
            What once was hurt, what once was friction
            What left a mark no longer stings
            Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things

            Grace finds beauty in everything
            Grace finds goodness in everything

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            • #66
              tori amos

              -Crucify -
              Every finger in the room
              Is pointing at me
              I wanna spit in their faces
              Then I get afraid of what that could bring
              I got a bowling ball in my stomach
              I got a desert in my mouth
              Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now
              I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
              Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
              I've been raising up my hands
              Drive another nail in
              Just what God needs
              One more victim

              Why do we
              Crucify ourselves
              Every day
              I crucify myself
              Nothing I do is good enough for you
              Crucify myself
              Every day
              And my heart is sick of being in chains

              Got a kick for a dog
              Beggin' for Love
              I gotta have my suffering
              So that I can have my cross
              I know a cat named Easter
              He says will you ever learn
              You're just an empty cage girl
              If you kill the bird
              I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
              Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
              I've been raising up my hands
              Drive another nail in
              Got enough guilt to start
              My own religion
              Please be
              Save me
              I cry

              Why do we
              Crucify ourselves
              Every day
              I crucify myself
              Nothing I do is good enough for you
              Crucify myself
              Every day
              And my heart is sick of being in chains

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              • #67
                tori amos

                -precious things-

                As I ran faster
                But it caught me here
                Yes my loyalties turned
                Like my ankle
                In the seventh grade
                Running after Billy
                Running after the rain
                These precious things
                Let them bleed
                Let them wash away
                These precious things let them break
                Their hold over me

                He said you're really an ugly
                But I like the way you play
                And I died
                But I thanked him
                Can you believe that
                Sick holding on to his picture
                Dressing up every day
                I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
                Those christian boys
                So you can made me cum
                That doesn't make you Jesus
                I remember
                Yes in my peach party dress
                No one dared
                No one cared
                To tell me where the pretty girls are
                Those demigods
                With their nine - inch nails
                And little fascist panties
                Tucked inside the heart
                Of ever nice girl
                These precious things
                Let them bleed
                Let them wash away
                These precious things
                Let them break
                Let them wash away

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                • #68
                  Tori is my goddess.

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                  • #69
                    hear hear !

                    i adore her :P

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                    • #70
                      On a dark desert highway
                      Cool wind in my hair
                      Warm smell of colitas
                      Rising up through the air
                      Up ahead in the distance
                      I saw a shimmering light
                      My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim
                      I had to stop for the night
                      There she stood in the doorway
                      I heard the mission bell
                      And I was thinking to myself
                      This could be Heaven or this could be Hell
                      Then she lit up a candle
                      And she showed me the way
                      There were voices down the corridor
                      I thought I heard them say

                      Welcome to the Hotel California
                      Such a lovely place
                      Such a lovely place (background)
                      Such a lovely face
                      Plenty of room at the Hotel California
                      Any time of year
                      Any time of year (background)
                      You can find it here
                      You can find it here

                      Her mind is Tiffany twisted
                      She's got the Mercedes bends
                      She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
                      That she calls friends
                      How they dance in the courtyard
                      Sweet summer sweat
                      Some dance to remember
                      Some dance to forget

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