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You don't need no love in You don't need no bed pan You don't need a horoscope or a microscope The see the mess that you're in If you open up your heart You will know what I mean We've been polluted so long Now here's a way for you to get clean
By chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see Chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You don't need no passport And you don't need no visas You don't need to designate or to emigrate Before you can see Jesus If you open up your heart You'll see he's right there Always was and will be He'll relieve you of your cares
By chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see Chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You don't need no church house And you don't need no Temple You don't need no rosary beads or them books to read To see that you have fallen If you open up your heart You will know what I mean We've been kept down so long Someone's thinking that we're all green
And while the Pope owns 51% of General Motors And the stock exchange is the only thing he's qualified to quote us The Lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see By chanting the names of the Lord and you'll be free
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Because every day should be 7/4
I’m proud to be an American I’m proud of the groovy things we’ve done There’s television, free religion, rock ’n’ roll, standard oil, Times square, Jimmy Darren, Corey Wells, and Smokey Bear, Price reduction, Reconstruction, Peace Corps, and lots more Culture that we got to lend
I’m proud to be an American And I’m proud Had a great time bein’ one There’s your school and my school and both of us in high school Surfboards, cigarettes, homework, Southern Comfort Boy’s Dean was real mean Made us keep our locker’s clean Failed nearly every class Ditchin’ was a gas
I’m proud To be a young American I’m proud, just think about it All the far out things that we’ve begun There’s revolution, Constitution, land, sea, and air pollution Cold wars, hot wars, gas wars, and confrontutions Constipation, consternation, open-hearted palpitations Muscular Dystrophy
I’m proud to be an American Because we got department stores Full of cheap guitars But when Sputnik plays ’em, you just go go go go
I’m proud to be an American (we got two chickens in every garage!) And I wish every other kid could be one (in my country, the medium is the massage!) ’Cause it’s impossible to give Equality and justice to inferior foreigners Too jealous to trust us
Gimme your weak and your homeless (How ’bout checkin’ the oil there, Fella?)
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Green Green has many themes It has many themes Green tastes like lettuce, sounds like a trumpet Hollering Green
Green likes to be wet It likes to be wet Green is a ballpark, it's a park bench Welcoming Green
Green is a cat's purr It is a cat's purr Green has opinions, fine taste in music Listening Green
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Yellow moon Quiet streets Where yearning hearts Sometimes meet And dance warm & slow And bittersweet In summer's midnight Afterglow With secrets Only shadows know Held by darkness Touched by some kind of grace Drink from the well of sorrow In love's midnight embrace Then turn and walk away Down quiet streets Under a yellow moon
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Oh, how I wish that you were mine It would be so very fine We would have a time of times Disregarding the white lines
If I could get you, Boy My boy You would be my pretty toy It would be such a joy I might even call you 'Le Roi'
There'd be all the room on our road To carry the load Of all my luck In my pretty red truck
You take me to a faraway place The two of us, face to face I wanna' feel your sweet embrace Drive me off to outer space
You take me to a faraway place The two of us, face to face Y'know I wanna' feel your sweet embrace Love me in your parking space...
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Blue glass bottle, rising up to the surface Blue glass bottle, drifting along the surface Stringing beads, telling lies Waiting for the dough to rise Blue glass medicine bottle, sinking below the surface
Summer stories, sinking into the telling Sunlight echoing, shining below the surface Pale flesh, silver fin, glimmering on scale and skin Summer mysteries, drifting along the surface
Floating, lost at sea Life on shore means nothing to me Floating, lost at sea My name washes over me Call me back, call me in I may not see land again Blue glass bottle
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I pictured a rainbow You held it in your hands I had flashes But you saw the plan I wandered out in the world for years While you just stayed in your room I saw the crescent You saw the Whole of the Moon
You were there in the turnstiles With the wind at your heels You stretched for the stars And you know how it feels to reach Too high too far too soon You saw the Whole of the Moon
I was grounded While you filled the skies I was dumbfounded by truth You cut through lies I saw the rain dirty valley You saw Brigadoon I saw the crescent You saw the Whole of the Moon
I spoke about wings You just flew I wondered I guessed and I tried You just knew I sighed But you swooned I saw the crescent You saw the Whole of the Moon
With a torch in your pocket And the wind at your heels You climbed on the ladder And you know how it feels to reach Too high too far too soon You saw the Whole of the Moon
The Whole of the Moon
Unicorns and cannonballs Palaces and piers Trumpets towers and tenements Wide oceans full of tears Flags rags ferryboats Scimitars and scarves Every precious dream and vision Underneath the stars
You climbed on the ladder With the wind in your sails You came like a comet Blazing your trail Too high too far too soon You saw the Whole of the Moon
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Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand Black coffees not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along
Theres no time for metaphors cried the little pill to me He said, life is a placebo masquerading as a simile* Well, I knew that pill was lying Too gregarious, too nice But as he walked I had to sing this twice
Lie still, little bottle Dont twist, it aint twistin time With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind
Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand Black coffees not enough for me, I need a better friend One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song I know I must investigate I hope that I can sing along
Lie still, little bottle Lie still Lie still, little bottle Lie still Lie still Lie still
- They Might Be Giants Lie Still, Little Bottle
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You hit me once I hit you back You gave a kick I gave a slap You smashed a plate over my head Then I set fire to our bed
My black eye casts no shadow Your red eye sees no blame Your slaps don't stick Your kicks don't hit So we remain the same Blood sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none
I broke your jaw once before I spilled your blood upon the floor You broke my leg in return So let's sit back and watch the bed burn Love sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none
Florence+The Machine Kiss With a Fist
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Let love carry you, let love carry you Let love carry you along Lean back, and let love carry you along
Those times when you feel tired And everything's gone wrong When you wake up in the mornin' And you know that the day's gonna' be too long And you need somebody to talk to But your best friend's not at home And you're lookin' out the window And everybody seems so alone
The world's in a bad situation But you know that's nothin' new And you think that you wanna' change it But you don't know what to do Every time you try to pick things up Somebody tries to put you down And you think it's time to maybe run away But, Baby, that's the time to stick around
Some people make you happy Others put you uptight Somebody talkin' about peace and love When they really wanna' start a fight Some people wanna' be leaders And they don't care who they lead You've got to use your own impression You've got to find out what you need
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Tom Slick. Tom Slick. Let me tell you why, He's the best of all the guys.
Tom Slick Tom Slick In the thunder boat grease slapper once he's on your tail. He won't quit because you know there's no such word as fail to Tom Slick Tom Slick
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Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
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Monsters of the id No longer stayin' hid And terrors of the night Are out in broad daylight
No need to knock on wood Don't stop to say a prayer It won't do any good They're multiplyin' in the air
Creatures of the deep Are goin' without sleep And phantoms of the dark Have their own place to park
No need to lock the door They're sproutin' through the cracks They're makin' room for more They're deputizin' maniacs
Prehistoric ghouls Are makin' their own rules And resurrected huns Are passin' out the guns
No need to cause a fuss Don't go and make a scene They know what's best for us They're fightin' fire with gasoline
Creatures from the swamp Rewrite their own 'Mein Kampf' Neanderthals amuck Just tryin' to make a buck
And goblins and their hags Are out there wavin' flags
Oh, when will we be rid Of monsters of the id?
-- Mose Allison "Monsters of the Id"
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Oh, this death Moment by moment Darker and darker Down and down I feel your cold breath I feel your cold breath
We've been going back and forth for a long time We often did the right thing at the wrong time We have hurt the ones that we love the most 'Til I wonder: Did we ever get that close?
I've been getting over you since the day we met It might have been as simple as the way we met Must we live in anger and in shame? Must we always try to place the blame?
From fear to fear From madness to madness Everything here has been hidden and guarded From tear to tear From address to address I'm on borrowed time and I'm lost and discarded
I can't decipher the questions you ask I wouldn't blame you for taking me to task It's hard to move freely in this cubist thing we did Fractured and slanted, ellipse as pyramid And I'm grateful to you for every hard thing you've done I'll never replace you; next to you there is no one
Oh, this death Moment by moment Darker and darker Down and down I feel your cold breath I feel your cold breath...
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