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Supernova
03:43
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Lay down your worries and your burdens
Cast them out into the sea
Let ‘em roll on down the hillside
Tonight come and drink and dance with me
Their love was like a supernova
Starved and tumbling out in space
But when the sturm and drang had settled
A big black hole was in its place
Lay down your worries and your burdens
Cast them out into the sea
Let ‘em roll on down the hillside
Tonight come and drink and dance with me
He was the promise of his family
He had the skills, he had no shame
He wagged his tail at crooked smiles
‘Til he could not recall his name
Lay down your worries and your burdens
Cast them out into the sea
Let ‘em roll on down the hillside
Tonight come and drink and dance with me
She said she’d meet him on the starboard
He said he’d be there by the pier
The sun was high, the sky was perfect
And she still waits year after year
Lay down your worries and your burdens
Cast them out into the sea
Let ‘em roll on down the hillside
Tonight come and drink and dance with me
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Derry O
03:01
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Oh Derry oh, side of the road
Oh Momma come and carry me home
Whole lotta talking in the saloon
Whole lotta talking in town last night
Some folks say it ain’t proper
Some folks think they gonna set it right
Oh Derry oh (side of the road)
Oh Momma come and carry me home
Well I’m just waiting here by the oak grove
Waiting here to see who walk by
Maybe I gonna be quiet
Maybe nobody gonna have to die
Oh Derry oh (side of the road)
Oh Momma come and carry me home
Leave them bodies in the cavern
Leave them bodies with the dyn-o-mite
Take the long way through the valley
Likely won’t make home tonight
Oh Derry oh (side of the road)
Oh Momma come and carry me home
She say to me “We can fly home”
She show me we have wings to glide
We soar high – like a raven
Two birds flying in the pale moonlight
Oh Derry oh (side of the road)
Oh Momma come and carry me home
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3. |
Can't Get Away
04:23
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I’ve got a boat in the harbor
I gotta car and it’s gassed up
I gotta horse in a stable, hot coffee in my cup
Gotta plane in the hanger and a chopper on the pad
I’m looking good, but I’m feeling bad
And I’m telling you why, no matter how I try
I can’t (no I can’t) I can’t seem to get away - from you
I gotta passport in my pocket
I got rockets on my feet
I gotta first class reservation on the subway down the street
I’m a mustang bullet train runaway main vein
Sitting on a broomstick inside Sputnik
Bound to fly before I die
But I can’t (no I can’t) I can’t get away - from you
Hear me when I say I’m on one knee about to pray
Please (baby) please (baby) please baby
Hear me when I say I’m on one knee about to pray
Please honey - go away
I gotta peacock in my pocket
I got a tiger in my tank (walla walla walla walla)
You keep on talking ‘bout “doing the dog”
And I keep on saying “no thanks” (walla walla)
No gratzi, nyet nyet, no sir, no ma’am
What part of “no” don’t you understand?
If you gotta talk, talk to the hand
Cuz I can’t (no I can’t) oh I can’t
You know I can’t (no I can’t) no, no, no I can’t
You know I can’t (no I can’t)
Well I can’t seem to get away
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Old Isaiah
04:09
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Now Old Isaiah says that God gives strength to the fainting
For the weak He makes vigor abound
When He stretches forth His hands like a swimmer
When He extends His hands as if to swim
Then will the eyes of the blind be open
The ears of the deaf be clear
Then will the lame leap like a stag
The tongue of the dumb will sing
He says hope in God will renew our strength
And with eagle’s wings we will soar
We will run and not grow weary
Walk and not grow faint
Streams will burst forth from the rock
And rivers through the desert
Burning sands will become pools
And the thirsty ground springs of water
Death will be destroyed - all tears gone
We will meet with gladness, all sadness will flee
And we will enter Zion singing!
Crowned with joy!
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Mountain Aire
03:40
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Rising soft from the valley, floating clear along the shore
Then combed clean through whispering trees
Soaring high it waits above the soil and toil
Then descends to inspirate
It’s the living breath of mystery, the key to vitality
Drawn in simply to release
It comes gently and invisibly
Stirring and complete that it banishes misery
It’s an endless aspiration; it’s the elemental reel
It’s the wind within the wheel
The indispensible spin coming round again
Yes the wind that moves the wheel
You don’t even have to listen
There’s a measure we all share - Baby don’t you cry
Hush and then, just breathe in
That glorious Mountain Aire
(It’s an) endless aspiration
(It’s thee) elemental reel
(It’s thee) wind within the wheel
(It’s thee) indispensible spin
(Comin’) round again
(Yes thee) wind that moves the wheel
Rising soft (from the valley) floating clear (along the shore)
Then combed clean (through whispering trees)
Soaring high (it waits) above the soil (and toil)
Then descends (to inspirate)
You don’t even have to listen
There’s a measure we all share - Baby don’t you cry
Hush and then, just breathe in
That glorious Mountain Aire
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Ball and Socket
03:02
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Deep within your backbone, way below the belt
There’s a seed of forgotten need
For the way the wild man felt
Above the knees, between the thighs
Around the waist and inside your sighs
There’s a big surprise, better than any paradise
Underneath your nylon, before you start to talk
There’s a huge wave that undulates
The way the wild woman walked
Above the knees, between the thighs
Around the clock, for all your life
There’s a bright light, shining in your darkest night
When you jump in
Heart gets thumping
Take me away
Buried in your pocket, below the clink of change
There’s a mighty ring of everything
That you need to move this way
It’s above your knees, between your thighs
Shaking behind your crying eyes
There’s a dance of endless skies
Where you rise and fall and fall and rise
When you get here
Have no fear dear
Get on your way
Like a ball and socket
Inside your pocket
Moving round and round and round all day
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7. |
Be My Ball
02:52
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I sang a song of hope last night
I put it in your basket bright
And all I ask of you tonight
Is hold my hand ‘til morning
Hold my hand, heal my heart
With rubber bands and lonesome art
A little light in a lot of dark
Could tear down my house
Tear down my house and leave this town
Take the fiddle and evening gown
To the sea where songs abound
Be my ball I’ll be your clown
Be my ball my kick my love
Tell me all you’re dreaming of
Send my letters up above
We all get lost
Be my ball my string my joy
Be my girl, I’ll be your boy
Be the one I’m dreaming of
We all get lost in love
Everybody shake, everybody slide
Everybody on, we’re going for a ride
Everybody leave, everybody come
Everybody get your hot pants on
Everybody sleep, everybody rise
Everybody on, we’re going for a ride
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8. |
Believe It
03:39
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Heard on the telephone, my baby be coming home for good
Just like she said she would
This place is a broken home, since baby been up and gone away
My baby’s coming home
But ya know I’ll believe it when I see it
(don’t ya think she means it boy?)
We travelled upon this road before
(could be she’s changed this time for good)
She’ll say all the things she say
Then play all the games she plays all day
Just like yesterday
She sent me a telegram, it says she be coming home for good
And she hopes I understood
The words are as clear as day, she says her mistake was going away
And my baby’s coming home
But ya know I’ll believe it when I see it
(don’t ya think she means it boy?)
We travelled upon this road before
(could be she’s changed this time for good)
She’ll say all the things she say
Then play all the games she plays all day
Just like yesterday
Heard on the intercom, my baby be standing right outside!
And she says she’ll treat me nice
I just got to walk on down and she’ll be telling me more sweet lies
My baby’s come back home
But ya know I’ll believe it when I see it
(don’t ya think she means it boy?)
We travelled upon this road before
(could be she’s changed this time for good)
She’ll say all the things she say
Then play all the games she plays all day
Just like yesterday
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Morning come, I’m on the run – coffee on the dashboard
Fuel to burn and worlds turn – just outside of this door
I got up in time to take that ride – ain’t got time for breakfast
Wheels roll, a donut hole – time for a change of address
(wheels roll) Feeling golden in the morning time
(wheels rolling) I’m golden when I cross that line
(wheels roll) It’s good to be long gone
Sun come up, my pick-up truck – hound dog here beside me
Good ole boy, a chewed up toy – his big ole tongue all flappy
What you see is what you get – ain’t nothing worse than hiding
Radio says miles to go – singing while we’re riding
This highway’s mighty flat
I like it like that
Everybody’s hanging on for some song
They don’t play no more
But leave your window down – get on out of town
Dig that lonesome highway sound
Some folks play the waiting game – counting on tomorrow
What they miss is surely this – boundless joy and sorrow
Stay in school or play the fool – don’t matter how you get there
What I know is where I go – home keeps getting better
‘Cause back home there’s a scrawny girl
Big flat feet and feathers in her hair
She’s painting her nails and waiting for me
(wheels roll) Feeling golden in the morning time
(wheels rolling) I’m golden when I cross that line
(wheels roll) Hear that sound that highway sound
(wheels rolling) Thinking now I’m homeward bound
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Way Back When
03:32
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Everybody talking ‘bout time going by
I’m getting tired of that
The thing we done, the shit we seen
The one we loved, the room where we had sat
Anytime somebody say - I got a plan
Anytime somebody say - I got a dream
Every time somebody try to take a ride
You say your tire’s flat
But you were my baby then
Everything was possible way back when
Everybody talking ‘bout a thing they lost
It’s getting sad and old (getting tired of that)
The one that died the one that lied
The one that jumped overboard (getting tired of that)
(Anytime somebody say) I got it nailed
(Anytime somebody say) I got it figured out
(Every time somebody try) I got it sussed
Then your time’s run out
But you, you were a baby then
Everyone was beautiful way back
Now you want to be beautiful now?
I’m gonna show you how
Everybody’s talking to themselves so loud
I’m getting blotted out (getting tired of that)
How could anything be so important
to keep talking about? (getting tired of that)
(Anytime somebody say) Hey you hear me man?
(Anytime somebody say) Get out of my way
(Every time somebody say) You want a piece of me?
I turn around
You, you were just crazy then
You were a baby then
And you want to be beautiful now
Somebody show me how
I’m getting tired of that
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11. |
Come Fill The Cup
04:46
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Oh threats of Hell and hopes of Paradise
One thing is certain - this life flies
One thing is certain and the rest is lies
The flower once is bloomed forever dies
Yesterday this day madness did prepare
Tomorrow’s silence, triumph, or despair
Drink for you know not whence you came nor why
Drink for you know not why you go nor where
Come fill the cup and in the fire of Spring
The winter garment of repentance fling
The bird of time has but a little way
To fly and lo, the bird is on the wing
There was a door to which I found no key
There was a veil through which I might not see
Some little talk awhile of me and thee
There was and then no more of thee and me
Ah make the most of what we yet may spend
Before we too into dust descend
Dust into dust and under dust to lie
Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, sans end
Come fill the cup and in the fire of Spring
The winter garment of repentance fling
The bird of time has but a little way
To fly and lo, the bird is on the wing
Ah make the most of what we yet may spend
Before we too into dust descend
Dust into dust and under dust to lie
Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, sans end
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12. |
Monkey Song
04:42
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Well I could hold my own if I only had hands
But the devil come along with a new set of plans
He said “Sign right here at the bottom of the page
I’ll get you working for the man
It ain’t for much, it’s minimum wage
But I’ll keep you out of the can”
Tell me, what’s a man supposed to do
When all of the monkeys are running the zoo?
They ain’t free and neither are you
Tell me what you gonna do?
Well I could pull myself up if I had a hook
Maybe a pencil, a paper, or a book
I don’t need no Shakespeare nor Thoreau
Some other cat on your shelf
Just a leg up and I could get up and go
And do the thinking for myself
Now tell me, what’s a man supposed to do
When all of the monkeys are running the zoo?
They ain’t free and neither are you
Tell me what you gonna do?
Well I would save the whole wide world with a tune
It’d be a jumpy little number, way more rhythm than blue
I’d put a big fat break in the middle for you
For to do your thing
Stretch right out do a jig or two
And then all of your monkeys would sing
What’s a man supposed to do
When all of the monkeys look just like you?
They ain’t free and neither are you
Tell what, what you gonna do?
What’s a man supposed to do
When all of the monkeys look just like you?
They ain’t free and neither are you
Tell what, what you gonna do?
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The Goat Family San Francisco, California
With harmonies storming in from the West and rhythms shaking loose from the American songbook, this band packs folk, country, banda, and blues into a wobbly wagon on a cross-country trip bound for butt-shaking happiness.
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