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I'm Gonna Leave
03:19
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Man On Wire
06:30
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There I with one desire
There I bid you take me higher
There I a poor boy from the country side
Become the Man on Wire
Oh the movie seemed to go on like a dream
The acrobat walked a mile above the street
Fearlessly, one step towards eternity
To risk it all just for a chance to dance with thee
And in your eyes, limitless like a diamond night
I see reflections of a better life
And I spy, a world chained to fear and foolish pride
All these inventions only born to die
To live is to fly, space and time
All limitations are but man made lies
And there I, walk so high
As a man on wire...
Oh the towers are gone
Drift empty sky now where in dreams I walk
This world seems lost
In mindless chatter and empty talk
My heart's in love
With the memory of the higher place
And though it's gone
When I go there I can see your face
But never again I, to walk so high...as a man on wire...
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3. |
Back From The Dead
03:06
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I come back from the dead still you won't talk to me
This time 'round I'm gonna let it be
You call me up after years in the cold
Turn your back, lo and behold
Back from the dead still you won't talk to me
I come back from the dead still you won't see me
When I was in my grave I got used to being free
I can't no more be begging you please
I already done worn out my knees
Back from the dead still you won't see me
I come back from the dead still you have no love for me
I'm gonna pack my bags and head on out to see
I was a fool to think after 7 years down
You might be glad to have me around
Back from the dead still you have no love for me
I come back from the dead still you ain't got much to say
I guess today is like any other day
Better get it straight boy in your mind
The past is gone, far behind
Back from the dead still you ain't got much to say
I've been coming to you with my hat in hand
I wear my Sunday best, I'm a brand new man
I've been friendly, I've been kind
But you've got something else in mind
Back from the dead with my hat in hand
Well you can stay gone 'til the end of time
I've been reborn out along a different line
I'm gonna tell my tale to one who'll hear
One who rejoices to have me near
Back from the dead 'til the end of time
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The First Punk Rocker
02:30
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This machine kills fascists that's what I said
I'll stand on your grave 'til I'm sure you're dead
In the squares of the city and the shadow of the steeple
Woody Guthrie saw his people
Telling it straight to ol' Mr. Knickerbocker
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Born in Okemah, Oklahoma
Woody Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
From the dust-bowl emerged the protest singer
Woody worked for the working class people
Irving Berlin man he had it all wrong
'This land is your land' was a protest song
No prime time pipe smoking radio hawker
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Cisco and Sonny, Leadbelly and Seeger
Anti-fascist almanac singer
Merchant marine man, migrant worker
Bound for Glory radical thinker
He didn't sing for the almighty dollar
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Springsteen and Hunter
Ochs and Chapin, Mellencamp and Strummer
Billy Bragg, Jeff Tweedy, Jerry Garcia
Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir
Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker
But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
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5. |
Thinkin' 'Bout You
04:44
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Thinkin' 'bout the people that we used to be
Late night thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout the yellow haze twilight past
Thinkin' 'bout you first and last
To the end of the line where my hopes were dashed
Thinkin' 'bout the river and the way it unwinds
Led me to you through forgotten times
Think of our affair and how it all fell flat
Just to leave me thinkin' wonderin' where you're at
Thinkin' that I gave ya what I should of held back
Thinkin' of your smile in the raging storm
Your eyes had the sparkle of a newborn
I think of your caress and your skin so soft
The moon in the sky like a quarter through cloth
Memories like these are hard to shake off
Thinkin' 'bout things that used to be
Thinkin' and wonderin' if you're thinkin' 'bout me
Thinkin' 'bout things that might have been
Thinkin' what it means to never hold you again
Thinkin' 'bout the bottle and I think about the blade
Thinkin' 'bout the beauty of the mess I made
Thinkin' 'bout the feel of the tourniquet
I thought I could control it but I lost that bet
You left my heart in danger and my soul in debt
I think about your curves and your endless hips
Think about kissin' your ambivalent lips
Love fades away down a sliding slope
Like lookin' through the wrong end of a telescope
Headed to the gallows you were handing out the rope
Thinkin' 'bout the roads and the fields turned brown
Thinkin' 'bout the night before the stars fell down
Thinkin' 'bout so many things I have to do
Thinkin' that I oughta stop thinkin' about you
Thinkin' 'bout the words to a long lost tune
Thinkin' you were mine but I spoke too soon
Thinkin' that I thought I could sing it somehow
Thinkin' that thinkin' doesn't matter now
I just get behind the mule every mornin' and plow
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