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Live in Anaheim (2008)
2008
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Second Sight
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Have Love Will Travel
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Rivers Of Chocolate
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Drum Solo
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Second Sight

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I used to be a sinner, used to have my cake and eat it
They warned me of my fate, but I was quite prepared to meet it
You'll go to Hell they smiled at me
And told me of the roaring fires
But I was happy living wild
And fueling my own desires
I was a wild man
Drinking, smoking and messing around with women
Lots of women
No, not swimming, women

I wanna go to Heaven
The place to be is right up there
I wanna go to Heaven
It's gonna be good so I won't despair

I decided to reform and pray
Beg mercy for my soul
I prayed in church
Threw away my bad habits
Prayed out of church
Adopted an entirely different role
I gave my money to the poor until I was poor
But at least I ensured that I would go up there
Instead of down below to the Inferno
Where the evil flames of desire
Burned higher and higher and higher

I'm gonna go to Heaven
Paid my dues so I'm getting in
I'm gonna go to Heaven
It's looking good if I abstain from sin

I knocked on the pearly gates
Neatly side-stepping the long queue
Waved hi to St. Peter
Who checked my card and let me through
I smiled, threw my hands in the air
Laughed and got arrested
They said hey man, you're in the wrong place
Your behaviour is a disgrace
Here we pray every hour, on the hour
Read extracts from the Bible and look solemn'
What, says I, no party?
No party?
Let me out

Let me out of Heaven
I got it wrong, no I can't stay here
No laughing in Heaven
Let me out, I just can't stay here

Well I ran around in the state of shock and panic
This wan't what I expected
Here was what looked like a bunch of manic depressives
Can I get a transfer, I screamed
But no, once you're in Heaven, you're here for good
The good of your soul, but that's no good for me
If you want to go to Hell you've really got to be bad
Okay, okay, I'll be bad
Too late
What do you mean too late
Too late
No
In the meantime

Let me out of Heaven
I've got it wrong, no I can't stay here
No laughing in Heaven
Oh God, it's awful here
Going crazy in Heaven
Take me out and let me go to hell
No laughing in Heaven
Don't laugh, this place is Hell

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Take the trouble to decide the things you do
Will not be the things that don't appeal to you
See the mess your makin' can't you see your fakin'
Gonna make it hard for you, you're gonna--into the fire

Turn on the mandrake that was given to you
See if you can make it like the others do
Feel the blood a knockin' when you're finger poppin'
Gonna make it hard for you, you're gonna--into the fire

Stop your bleeding mind before it's over and done
Listen very closely to the message I've sung
Feel the blood a knockin' when you're finger poppin'
Gonna get a message through, you're gonna--into the fire

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I can't lose
Don't want to change my situation
I can't lose
Got this strange infatuation
When my seeds were sown
Then the cold wind blowing in my face
My life was just confusion
And when I roll my eyes they say
I've lost my sense of reason
And one day my woman said to me
You're almost human
Hang me out to dry

I can't lose
When I travel down my own road
I can't lose
You don't know the things that I know
And when the rain comes down
I see the lights in town gently calling
But I have to keep on walking
And when the dogs are howling
At the full moon
I start falling
And my head that's almost human
Reaches out and keeps me talking
Hang me out to dry

I can't lose
When it's ripped down to the bone
I can't lose
A better time I've never known
When my seeds were sown
Then the cold wind
Blowing in my face
My life was just confusion
And when I rolled my eyes
They said I lost my sense of reason
And one day my woman said to me
You're almost human
Hang me out to dry

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Have Love Will Travel

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the day is gone when the angels come to stay
and all the silent whispers will be blown away
lying in the corner, a pair of high-heel shoes
hanging on the wall, gold and silver for the blues

one too many wasted sunsets
one too many for the road
and after dark, the door is always open
hopin' someone else will show

someone is waiting behind an unlocked door
grey circle's overhead, empty's on the floor
the cracks in the walls have grown too long
the slow hand is dragging on, afraid to meet the dawn

one too many wasted sunsets
one too many for the road
and after dark, the door is always open
hopin' someone else will show

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Found some money in an old black jacket
I'm going out tonight, gonna find me a woman or two
I don't know how long it'll last
But I never regret the past
When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be looking around for you

I got no reason to be down at the station
I got no ticket, but I'm gonna take a fucking ride
Don't care where I go
I never seem to know
I never had a penny, but I never wondered why
Oh no, I never wondered why

If I'm cold I need some heat
If I'm hungry then I eat
I'm not responsible

I woke up this morning and I couldn't find my shoes
It's one long party and I haven't seen the sun for days
I'd take you out tonight, but I'm just a little light
So let's go out anyway, you'll be amazed

I take my woman to the palace dancing
I never coulda made it but the doorman is a friend of mine
So I raise a glass to you, the foot is on the other shoe
You can pay the bill and while you're at it pick up mine
Oh, no no, I don't mind

If it rains I stay inside
If I'm scared I run and hide
I'm not responsible, oh no

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She was all that you could dream of
There was nothing left to chance
When you meet with no resistance
You wanna get up
Make a fool of yourself and dance

I was tempted by the bright lights
All my senses blown away
So I reached out and touched the lightning
Now I look back
At the fury and the waste

No worries, no worries
No worries, no worries

I was higher than a steeple
My feet would not touch the ground
Then I asked just one stupid question
The silence was deafening not a sound

I have listened to all the fine words
I tried them on for size
Now I stand naked in the summer rain
I wash away the tarnish and the lies

No worries, no worries
No worries, no worries

Unbeliever, yes I may be
Such a thing is hard to say
Full of lust and imagination
I'm just a man getting by from day to day

Yes I gave you what you wanted
Consolidated with a kiss
But I never seemed to satisfy your needs
Human nature being what it is

No worries, no worries
No worries, no worries

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Rivers Of Chocolate

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You tell me what you're never gonna be
And I'll show you what you just can't see
If you want good living gotta grab it with your hands
If you don't, then don't bother making no plans
Free being what you want to be
Seeing what you want to see

Unchain your brain

You won't get nothing if you got no wheels
If you got no wheels you'll never know how it feels
There's no reason for the things you said
If you don't get moving you'll pretty soon be dead
Dead and forgotten
Free living the life of a king
You can have everything

Unchain your brain

Everybody fighting for a living in the street
One step back and you're out of the heat
There's just one thing when you set yorself free
You have a good time boy, but watch out for me

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Sitting here with the bottom line
You wanna know what
I'm gonna take my time
It maybe good but it could be bad it…
It drives me mad oh
Sitting here like a lunatic
You wanna know what
Don't make you sick
Yes I may be right I may be wrong
But you can't sing my song

Looking deep in my moody eyes
Feeling good well
I got a big surprise
You're the one that I'm aiming at you
You stupid prat
I'm on the edge of insanity
But wait a minute now
Is it you or me
Lock me up if I've done you wrong
You'll never sing my song

Bluesy blue sea won't you favour me
Bluesy blue sea won't you savour me
I live loosely not too bravely
Bluesy blue sea won't you save me

Gotta dream in December days
I can't reach it but
I'm gonna change my ways
Forget the wind and forget the snow you gotta
Let me go oh
Sitting here like a lunatic
You wanna know what
Don't it make you sick
I may be right and I may be wrong
Wish I could sing your song

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And so what else can I tell ya
It was looking pretty well
And you could say
The place was going up in smoke
We had the music playing loud
Laughing faces in the crowd
But poor old Bill
He could not see the joke

And the band played on
Everybody knew the score
When the strong arm of the law
Came crashing through the door

She had a body that was night time
Her eyes were full of moonshine
And a hot determination in her eye
She said you came in with a whimper
You can go out with a bang
I said Oh Lord
I am not that kind of guy

And the band played on
Everybody knew the score
As I lay dying on the floor
She was screaming out for more...

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Skipping stones
Down by the water
And you ain't doin'
Doin' what you should

Living so high
Rolling along
Times like these
How we gonna make it

Been driving for days
You on my mind
Three states away
From my Texas state of mind

The subject comes up
And you put it on ice
Yes, I'll have another
Ain't this the life

Been sipping rum
In the middle of the day
Out in the sun
Got it made the shade

Living so high
Rolling along
Times like these
How we gonna make it

Been driving for days
You on my mind
Three states away
From my Texas state of mind

All I need is some peace of mind
All I need is a place to unwind

Living so high
Rolling along
Times like these
How we gonna make it

Been driving for days
You on my mind
Three states away
From my Texas state of mind

All I need is some peace of mind
All I need is a place to unwind
All I need is some sugar and love
All I need is you wrapped around me like a glove

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I haven't got a job
'Cos they say they couldn't use no freaks
I want a position at the top
No training and a two day week
Won't you take me
To the land of flood and hunger
Won't you lead me
To the streets of dust and death

Let it rain on me
Let it shine on you
Let the sun shine through
Sugar plum

I haven't got a car
'Cos I never earned enough
To pay the price of fuel
Now I'm playin' my guitar
'Cos you understand that
I got the blues
Won't you take me
To the land of flood and hunger
Won't you lead me
To the streets of dust and death

Let it rain on me
Let it shine on you
Let the sun shine through
Sugar plum

Now I'm walking through the street
And I haven't eaten nothin'
For a week or two
I imagine that my belly's gonna swell
'Til I can't see my shoes
Won't you take me
To the land of flood and hunger
Won't you lead me
To the streets of dust and death

Let it rain on me
Let it shine on you
Let the sun shine through
Sugar plum

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If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor.
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain't no sadder tale.

Had a friend once in a room,
had a good time but it ended much too soon.
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold.
When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

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You fine men of war
You hearts of oak
You men of war
Which fires are you gonna stoke

Why did you deceive us
With your fine tales of glory
Did you have to deceive us
It's such a shame and a disgrace for you

Brave man of war
You hearts of oak
You men of war
How I despise you you are just smoke

Your cause is like lightning
As we spring from your clutches
The effect is quite frightening
It kills all that it touches
You were sent to teach us
Little children in white
But all you did was bleach is
Whiter than white

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Drum Solo

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We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time

Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
When some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground

When it all was over
We had to find another place
Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there

With a few red lights, a few old beds
We made a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know, I know we'll never forget

Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water

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If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face
I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don?t you mess around with me
Ive never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I dont take no orders
From no kind of man
I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it on alone
Because Im evil, my middle name is misery
Well I'm evil, so don?t you mess around with me
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be
So don't mess around don?t mess around don?t mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil, evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with... me

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Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaser
I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket
When Lucy met the Rockett
And she never knew the reason why

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
Had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young

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