1. |
Love
03:33
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Please leave:
All hate and jealousy
and destructive emotions.
I have found a way
To take all of my dreams
And wrap them up
and put them into the ocean.
I will try
To hug you and kiss you
And tell you that you're pure beautiful
Please believe in:
Hope and Joy and Love and Faith
And Love
Please believe in me
Accept me, don't reject me
And Please don't forget me
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2. |
The World
06:02
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Let's pretend that we are the world
And stick together hand in hand
And push through streams of bracken
In this godforsaken lost weekend.
Let's pretend that we're on fire
And let us drown in sweet desire
And let these words drift on down
Through these broken, twisted, dusty wires.
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3. |
Prophesy
03:49
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All heroes fade away
All their blonde hair turns grey
And the sun won't shine on them forever.
No the sun won't shine on them someday.
All musicians are sinners
And all singers are slaves
But their music won't live on forever
When their songs all sound the same
All our prisoners were children
And all our poets are saints
But their words won't last forever
And their writing will fade
As the sun won't shine on them someday
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4. |
Crackhouse Blues
04:06
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City's burning in the night.
Children stand on their toes to see that light.
People burning,
Churches falling,
Heaven's calling so silently
At you.
Plain old you.
I'd crash my car for you.
Crackhouse burning so silently.
The city burns so restlessly
With auto-fumes and garbage tunes
Heaven's shouting
It's screaming at you.
Plain old you and all the plain old things you do.
I'd burn this city down for you.
Auto cars and cheap guitars
On the bonfire 42nd street,
For you.
Children sleeping in the burning city.
In the morning it won't be pretty.
Waking up in the town of ashes.
Campfire dreams of burning down with you.
Plain old you.
I've got the crackhouse burning blues for you.
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5. |
Tonight
03:14
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Tonight you look so beautiful
You know you treat me really good
I like the way that you’re so special
And I love the way your lipstick’s redder than blood
I’ll be Marc if you’ll be Gloria
I’ll be John if you’ll be Yoko
I’ll be Brando and you’ll be Walter
I’ll be James Dean if you’ll be Sal Mineo
I’ll wander mindlessly for you
I’d split open mountains just for you
You never try and make me look a fool
I’ll give up all my life for you
I’ll be John and you’ll be Yoko
I’ll Bowie and you’ll be Mick Jagger
I’ll be James Dean and you’ll Sal Mineo
You’ll be Jesse Starr and I’ll be Tommy Anders
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6. |
Peace in Our Time
04:08
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Hand me a gun
Or a glass of red wine
To wet my whistle and ease my mind.
Hand me a book,
An Orwell book,
To teach me of a life unkind.
And I'll stand in a trench
Or sit on a bench
For a general who's more
Of a mouse than a man.
And I'll die on request
And I'll take what I will
And I'll take what I get by the hand.
Peace for my mind:
Peace in our time.
Get me a preacher to tell me I'm sane
I won't believe him but I'll smile any way.
Put me in prison to serve my time
Or leave me here to make up my mind.
And I'll turn and I'll laugh
And I'll laugh and I'll lust
Till the sound of the old-age piano bursts.
And I'll sing like the king who rejected the ring
Bought for peace and sanctuary
Bought with peace in his mind:
Peace in our time.
Throw me a cloth to mop up my brain
Then take your gun and shoot me in the head again.
Show me a place where fantasy grows:
It's the same Earth that we all love and know.
And I'll wallow and play in the heat of the day
In the thunderstorm night,
'cos I'm electric anyway.
I'll cry like the guy who's seen
And heard and done everything
Just for peace in his mind.
Peace in our time.
Give me a dime for a glass of vermouth
I'll take it to my heart
I'll take you to my couch;
Back to the very heart of my coeur de lion,
To the very fleur de lis
That burns on my hearth.
Je t'adore la mort
And death I love you
Raise your glass,
Sing God Save the King
Yes we can
I am me
And I rise up against bullets
And I fall like a zero:
Mama's little hero
For peace in my mind:
Peace in our time.
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7. |
Last Night in Paris
02:02
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Goodnight Paris, Paris goodbye
I’ve been stumbling up and down the Boulevard
De Saint Germaine all night
I got lost in the Jewish quarter
When the bars kicked out at two
And now I’m singing goodbye Paris to you
Goodnight Paris, it’s so hard to say goodbye
I always buy the expensive hotel rooms
And never come back at night
I always go for the classy places
I love my rooms with views
Of Paris at night time:
Goodbye to you
Goodnight Paris, Paris good night
I love all your smoky bars
And the way you treat me right
I love your foreign faces
People I want to see
Goodnight Paris, from me.
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