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Sweet Jane (Live)
04:18
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Standing on the corner suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his coat Jane is in her vest, me I'm in a rock'n'roll band
Ridin' in a Studebaker Jim, those were different times!
All the poets they studied rules of verse, all the ladies, they rolled their eyes
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Well Jack, he is a banker, and Jane she is a clerk
And both of them save their monies, when they come home from work
Sittin' down by the fire, the radio is playin’ a little classical music there Jim
It’s “The March of the Wooden Soldiers" and you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people, they like to go out dancing and other people, they have to work
And there's even some evil mothers tell you everything is dirt
That women, never really faint that villains always blink their eyes
And that children are the only ones who blush and life is just to die!
And everyone who ever had a heart, they wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part, they wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
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Satie I - I
05:52
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It’s a nice job in a small town
When everybody knows your name
It’s a nice job in a small town
When everybody knows your name
And at the end of the day when the whistle blows
You make your way to your favourite bar
It’s a nice job in a small town
When everybody knows your name
Well respected, looked up to
And everybody knows your name
And at the end of the day when the whistle blows
You make your way to your favourite bar
You drink your life away
You piss your life away
There’s nothing left to say
Except “goodbye” today
It’s a nice job in a small town
When everybody knows your name
It’s a nice job in a small town
When everybody knows your name
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Heiliger Dankgesang VI
07:29
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Keep your feet on the ground
Don’t think out loud
Play dead when you fall
Don’t answer their call
Keep yourself to yourself
Do nothing at all
I walked through the silence and the colour and the heat
And in the twilight saw his fingers play the barrel of his gun
The silence is chilling
Then it starts again
The voice comes from nowhere
And then I see the radio
We curve round and down and off the bridge
The big sign with the stars over looking the falls
When he comes into the room
One thing that strikes me is the tune
They think they know, they don’t know anything at all
And when the telephone does ring
When you are walking through the rain
And then you know that there is someone after all
Play dead when you fall
Do nothing at all
Keep your feet on the ground
Blend in with the crowd
Blend
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Satie II - V
04:49
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Mosquito
06:01
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On the North side of the lake
He'd turned and said “goodbye”
Everything felt bad
And the coffee tasted bitter
He lit another cigarette
And doused the fire's flame
It was such a quiet night
As he lay beneath the stars
A mosquito at his ear
He sat up and lit a match
The mosquito on the canvas
Just above his head
A satisfying hiss
And then he went to sleep
A good ending to the story
That was what he thought
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Crimson flames tied through my ears, roll high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads, used ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," I said, so proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, "Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic flanks of musketeers, foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
Faces formed the forward path, from phony jealousy
To memorizing politics, of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists, unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
A self-ordained professor's tongue, to serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty's just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word, as if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand, at the mongrel dogs who teach
Feared not I'd become my enemy, in the instant that I preached
My pathway led by confusion boats, mut'ny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define those terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
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14. |
Vision of Ezekiel (1912)
10:15
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15. |
By This River (Live)
02:24
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Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down.
Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came
I wonder why we came.
You talk to me
As if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
From another time.
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You tell me that you’re leaving but I don’t care
Cos I’ve been on my own so many times before
You’re looking backward now for some hint of regret
As you slip out through the door
Well let me tell you I don’t love you
Never did and never will, no I don’t care
You were just an empty room furnished by my imagination
I don’t care, I don’t care
I bet you thought I’d be home every night I’d be crying
But I’m out with the boys every night having lots of fun, fun, fun
Now you were probably thinking that I’d be dying
And that you were the only one
Well let me tell you I don’t love you
Never did and never will, no I don’t care
You were just an empty room furnished by my imagination
I don’t care, I don’t care
Let me tell you I don’t love you
Never did and never will, no I don’t care
You were just an empty room furnished by my imagination
I don’t care
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18. |
F-111 (1965) (Creek Mix)
04:03
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19. |
Super 8
05:25
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When I walked into the gallery
And I saw your Super 8
I wanted to go back to all
The places we'd found great
All the bars and all the clubs
And the record shops and stuff
Where we'd got to really know each other
Where we'd fallen in love
And down among the trees
At the farthest point from here
We'd so enjoyed the sunshine
Though we lived in constant fear
That everything we knew and loved
Just teetered on the brink
There was nothing we could do we knew
However hard we'd think
We tried cure and cure and cure
But nothing seemed to work
While others thought all was ok
They could not know what lurked
How everything was turning black
And nothing could be done
We could not see beyond the clouds
We could not see the sun
And then one day we'd had enough
We called that day a day
And though we knew it would be tough
We knew we'd be ok
For in the long run all's for naught
And nothing's left to say
And all we're really looking for is
Another happy day
I thought that might be what I'd found
When I saw your Super 8
But I knew deep down I still had lost
Everything that's great
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Satie III - X
04:34
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The king is in the counting house sitting by the door
The queen is in her parlour lying on the floor
The baby’s in the stroller in the middle of the street
I’m standing on the corner just staring at my feet
I don’t care about you, you don’t care about me
We don’t care about the baby anymore,
We’re walking out the door
The car is round the corner, the taxi’s at the drive
The pets are in their cages, we’re going for a ride
The dogs are on the streets, they’re all off the leash
I could’ve sworn that I caught sight of you underneath their feet
I don’t care about you, you don’t care about me
We don’t care about the baby anymore,
We’re walking out the door
You’re leaving on a jet plane, you’re flying out today
You’re going to America, TWA
You never came to see me, you wrote “there’s nothing left to say”
You’ll be flying like the crow flies, TWA
I don’t care about you, you don’t care about me
We don’t care about the baby anymore,
We’re walking out the door
We don’t care what people say, we don’t care about yesterday
We don’t care what people say, we don’t care about yesterday
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22. |
Adagio Sostenuto IV
06:04
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I was driving in my car, when the engine stopped
But I was too far away to get home
Broken down at the foot of a hill
With unknown assailants moving in for the kill
Far away, far from home
Then I woke up in my bed, I still had a feeling of uncertain dread
But I got up and made a start to the day,
The only thing I know for sure is I'm
Underground like Doug McClure and so, so far away
I was sitting in a bar when a fight broke out
But I was too far away to get home
Broken chairs crashing 'cross my head
And I'm feeling pretty sure I'm going to wind up dead
Far away, far from home
Then I woke up in my bed, I still had a feeling of uncertain dread
But I got up and made a start to the day,
The only thing I know for sure is I'm
Underground like Doug McClure and so, so far away
I was flying a one-engined plane, when I got that strange feeling once again
I'd flown too far away to get home
Fuel gauge reading empty and propeller failing
I jumped out of the plane with both arms flailing
I'd flown too far away to get home
Then I woke up in my bed, I still had a feeling of uncertain dread
But I got up and made a start to the day,
The only thing I know for sure is I'm
Underground like Doug McClure and so, so far away
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24. |
Elsa (1st May)
10:00
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Where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Where have you been, my darling young one?
Strayed on the side of twelve misty mountains.
Walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways.
Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests.
Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
What did you see, my blue-eyed son?
What did you see, my darling young one?
A newborn baby with the wild wolves around it.
A highway of Diamonds with nobody on it.
Ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken.
Guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children.
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
What did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
What did you hear, my darling young one?
The sound of a thunder that roared out a warning.
One hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing.
Ten thousand whispering, and nobody listening.
One person starve and many people laughing
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Well, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
What'll you do now, my darling young one?
Going back out, 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'.
Walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest,
Where the people are many, and their hands are all empty,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where black is the colour, where none is the number.
I'll stand in the ocean until I start sinking.
I'll know my song well before I start singing.
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall
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