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1996 |
1. | Trane |
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5. | Kind Of Bird |
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you ask me when I'm gonna return
I ask you "why so much concern?"
the same snakes that drive you from my bed
turn to voices and drive me out of my head
for fourteen days since you been back around
trying to keep my spirits high and my demons down
but, can't you see
you got to save me or set me free
'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint
cleaning up one more time is sure getting old
why don't you bury me like the dirt that's in my soul
what makes you think you could love me, anyway?
ain't nobody told you about the way I operate
ain't nobody told you, baby?
well, I guess that makes you the only one
'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
and lucky you, yeh, lucky you
you get to be my saint
temporary saint
angel of mercy, set me free
do you really give a damn for me?
'cause I'm falling in deeper - darkness, my old friend
I'm in deeper - stay with me till the end
deeper - you know I got no restraint
I'm in deeper
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in the painted silver light
I watched you gently move
now, in the cold early dawn
I long to have that vision in my head again
conjure, as I may, my guilt won't let me sleep
now I know what it means
to have and to hold
to let go and to lose
CHORUS
in the screaming silence
I try to lose myself
but there is no hiding place
no hiding place
here they come again
those voices, they'll be with me till the end
maybe it helps the pain
how would I know?
I never slow down long enough
but, ain't life funny
I don't know if I will ever see you again
but, in the painted silver light
I watched you
and I'll keep on watching you
CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS
seven days I watched the sun come rising
no sleep for the wicked
seven nights I lie awake
while my mind drifted across valley and streams
shadows everywhere
still I search for some kind of sign
but, in the painted silver light
I'll come running
running
CHORUS
REPEAT CHORUS
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Starin' at the boob tube, turnin' on the big knob
Tryin' to find some life in the waste land
Fin'ly found a program, gonna deal with Mary Jane
Ready for a trip into hate land
Obnoxious Joe comes on the screen
Along with his guest self-righteous Sam
And one more guy who doesn't count
His hair and clothes are much too out
While pushin' back his glasses Sam is sayin' casually
"I was elected by the masses"
And with that in mind he starts to unwind
A vicious attack upon the grasses
Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)
Misinformation Sam and Joe
Are feeding to the nation
But the one who didn't count counted them out
By exposing all their false quotations
Faced by a very awkward situation
This is all he'd say to save the day
Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight alright)
You waste my coin Sam, all you can
To jail my fellow man
For smoking all the noble weed
You need much more than him
You've been telling lies so long
Some believe they're true
So they close their eyes to things
You have no right to do
Just as soon as you are gone
Hope will start to climb
Please don't stay around too long
You're wasting precious time
Well it's evil, wicked, mean and nasty
(Don't step on the grass, Sam)
And it will ruin our fair country
(Don't be such an ass, Sam)
Well, it will hook your Sue and Johnny
(You're so full of bull, Sam)
All will pay that disagree with me
(Please give up you already lost the fight, alright)
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Say you try
But you just can't help your self
Say you wanna feel special
Man wanna make you feel like everybody else
Take away your freedom
Strip away your pride
Say you know you weren't born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line
Where's my mule?
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr Emancipator
To live this way
I might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule?
Where's my mule?
I say trust me
But you say it's too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what's in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I'm doing so far?
Where's my mule?
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my mule?
Where's my mule?
Where's my mule?
Where's my forty acres
Where's my dream
Mr Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where's my, my, my, my, my, my mule?
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I'm a voodoo chile, voodoo chile
Lord I'm a voodoo chile,
Lord I'm a voodoo chile
Well, the night I was born
Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red
The night I was born
I swear the moon turned a fire red
Well my poor mother cried out "lord, the gypsy was right!"
And I seen her fell down right dead
(Have mercy)
Well, mountain lions found me there waitin'
And set me on a eagles back
Well, mountain lions found me there,
And set me on a eagles wing
(It's the eagles wing, baby, what did I say)
He took me past to the outskirts of infinity,
And when he brought me back,
He gave me a Venus witch's ring
Hey!
And he said "Fly on, fly on"
Because I'm a voodoo chile, baby, voodoo chile
Hey!
Well, I make love to you,
And lord knows you'll feel no pain
Say, I make love to you in your sleep,
And lord knows you felt no pain
(Have mercy)
'Cause I'm a million miles away
And at the same time I'm right here in your picture frame
(Yeah! What did I say now)
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile Yeah!
(Yeah, but I say now yeah)
Well my arrows are made of desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
Say my arrows are made of desire, desire
From far away as Jupiter's sulphur mines
(Way down by the Methane Sea, yeah)
I have a humming bird and it hums so loud,
You think you were losing your mind, hmmm...
Well I float in liquid gardens
And Arizona new red sand
(Yeah)
I float in liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue,
Way down in California
And the New York drowns as we hold hands
'Cause I'm a voodoo chile
Lord knows I'm a voodoo chile
Yeah!
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