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Alright Already
04:37
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You've been lying in my bed,
Chewing on Clorets,
Putting on your perfume,
Smoking camel cigarettes.
It's getting late, let's go on,
Out and on the town,
Or we'll stay in and drink some wine,
While we fool around.
Alright Already
I hear your footsteps echo out in the night,
All the way to your front door,
I hear the whisper of the heat in the pipes,
Lately I've been hearing it more and more.
You got big long hair, you got mud on your feet,
You got my heart all wrapped up,
You got a house on the hill and you're smarter than me,
But I love all that stuff.
Alright Already
What am I gonna do when your car breaks down,
And I need a ride?
We got a mutual friend to complain about,
Down on the south-east side.
It ain't the way that you mix your words,
Or the way that you clench your teeth,
It's something about the way you hold my hand,
When you talk to me.
Alright Already
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Marker me darker, dog throw me a bone,
I wanna feel you like you're left all alone,
I wanna feel you like you're left all alone.
Marker me darker, dog give me a home,
I'm gonna bite you, gonna hear you moan,
I'm gonna bite you, gonna hear you moan,
Marker me darker, put me in a dark door,
So I know how you feel.
Give me a sweater, I got me a chill,
Marker me darker, dog, and give me your fill,
Show me what ails you, what puts you in the dark,
Marker me darker, put me in the dark door,
So I know how you feel.
Marker me darker, dog lend me a hand,
Liquor me quicker that's what makes me understand,
Throw me a bottle, put me in it if you can,
Marker me darker, put me in a dark door,
So I know how you feel.
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Go ahead and make me an offer,
I'm open to an interesting trade,
I can't afford kicking the habit,
I always want to give it away.
When I think of the future,
Hell, it ain't what it used to be,
It ain't quite what I pictured,
When I was young and I'd work on a dream.
Turning back to check out the answer,
It's always on the very last page,
So when Johnny fell in love with a dancer,
I knew that I could steal her away.
'Cause I get what I came for,
And I know what I wanna see,
I get more than I paid for,
Got my lines all down to a tee.
When I think of the future,
Hell, it ain't what it used to be,
It ain't quite what I pictured,
When I was young and I'd work on a dream.
Oh, we can make it,
Oh, take me down.
Where they play so's you can feel it,
It ain't just in the sound.
Oh, we can make it,
Oh, take me down.
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3. |
Everywhere I Go
05:21
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Dark, quiet, sinking fast,
Mesmerized by the city of glass,
Ran in the open where we walked in chains,
Out in the rust and the pouring rain,
Hey, Marie, you were all I loved,
Chinatown in the early light,
Give me something that won't ever change,
Hold me like a devil in the dirty night.
Some cheer and they dance around,
I saw Marie's face chalked in the ground,
Some take to whisky and they stay at home,
It's me and Marie in the dark alone,
You bring the cigarettes and I'll bring the wine,
She's drinking coffee 'neath a traffic light,
Basement bars and rock and roll,
One or two of these will lay you low.
Everywhere I go,
Many times I've often thought of you,
Everywhere I go,
Everywhere I go I sing the blues.
Sundown on the river bridge,
They got a cage on the sides of it,
I walked through passing cars,
If a sad boy can think they don't make it too hard,
I bought a painting from an old blind man,
Blank canvas with his name scratched on,
You're more beautiful than I can see,
Whisper in a shotgun between my teeth.
Everywhere I go,
Many times I've often thought of you,
Everywhere I go,
Everywhere I go I sing the blues.
I see the ghosts of the Christian past,
In the shadows that the evening lights,
The righteous path is in your shoes,
Everywhere I go I sing the blues.
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4. |
Big Wendy
04:44
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Wendy's got a big book, takes it everywhere that she can,
Writing all the things down, 'specially of the medicine man,
Most of it's okay but some of it's a little off beat,
Big old Wendy's got her foot stuck in the sand.
Wendy goes to school on the days that she's feeling okay,
Chippewa River with the head all spinning away,
She no sick but the medicine does the trick,
Big old Wendy's got her head up in the rays.
Happy time spending all the days with the medicine man,
Wendy with a book draws a picture of attention span,
Shaker takes her hand, puts it to the sky, she's alive,
Big old Wendy get that foot out the sand.
Wendy's feeling better, even better than she thought she could,
Walking down the halls with the flower behind it says wood,
All her friends around like she's just been back from the moon,
Big old Wendy's got a new page down for good.
Chippa-wah-wah, chippa-wah-wah-wah she's okay,
Chippa-wah-wah, chippa-wah-wah-wah she's okay,
Chippa-wah-wah, chippa-wah-wah-wah she's okay,
Big old Wendy's got a new page,
Big old Wendy's got a new page,
Big old Wendy's got a new page down for good.
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5. |
Don't Mean a Thing
04:36
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Why reply? I don't need to hear an answer,
I might as well be talking to myself,
Let me think it over in my own head,
It'd only mean the world to me if you said.
But it don't mean a thing to you.
Just 'cause you don't wanna hear it doesn't make it untrue,
I was slightly frightened by the things I heard about you,
It takes an honest woman and it takes a lonely man,
To make me wanna do the things I do.
But it don't mean a thing to you,
No, it don't mean a thing to you.
Out the door, no mind to feel the wind blow,
Maybe I'm a little too far gone,
Got a book for reading and a bottle of wine,
Tonight I won't be where I was this morning.
But it don't mean a thing to you,
No, it don't mean a thing to you.
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Beaver
06:17
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Using a big cleaver to cut an orange peel,
He's drinking Coca-Cola to make it kinda real.
I know a guy named Beaver, a fascinated mind,
He alters the piano and the President combined.
It's time to get together,
It's time to motor on,
Drive into the sunrise,
Mountain blocks the view
Until it doesn't anymore.
He's dancing there with sweet Jane to temperfy his mood,
He's holding up a bottle, says "here's to feeling good."
He says it's only hearsay, a rumour of the road,
But he is an imposter, but, hell, God only knows.
It's time to get together,
It's time to motor on,
Drive into the sunrise,
Mountain blocks the view
Until it doesn't anymore.
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I gotta know, will the facts take you home,
And ease you up?
Will they come and then, like a baby again,
The deepest love?
I feel like something old and cold,
While I'm dragging through your black muddy water,
Hugging the road, that electric soul,
Where you go when they pull you under.
Roll on buddy, buddy roll,
Roll on down between the rocks and the road,
Roll on buddy back to old 'Frisco,
Roll buddy roll.
I came to town just to hear you sing,
Slapping the beat on my knees,
You were speaking to me through the leaves in the trees,
And shaking like a Sugaree.
Give me stone, give me dust, give me things that will rust,
I don't want no shine on my shoes,
I'll tell my secrets to anyone now,
I need time, I'm confused.
Roll on buddy, buddy roll,
Roll on down between the rocks and the road,
Roll on buddy back to old 'Frisco,
Roll buddy roll.
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