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I want the birds from the skies
The sparkle in your eyes
I want the pangs of defeat
The flowers so sweet
I want everything
I want the city at dawn
The child being born
Gossamer wings
The bell as it rings
I want everything
But sometimes in the middle of the night all I want is you
So I just keep doing the things I have to do to get through
I want the dew on the leaves
The tapestry weaves
A butler named Jeeves
A billion Chinese
I want everything
Sunsets and rain
Disappointments and pain
Breakfast in bed
The dreams from your head
I want everything
But sometimes in the middle of the night all I want is you
So I just keep doing the things I have to do to get through
I want an island exotic
A woman erotic
The gross national product
Every narcotic
I want everything
I want the rose and its thorn
Situations all torn
Elevens and sevens
A place in heaven
I want everything
But lately in the middle of the night all I want is you
So I just keep doing the things I have to do to get through
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Oh the lady will stun you when you meet face to face
Her beauty unbounded by time or by place
And she’ll dance round your shyness, poke fun at your gloom
But you can’t help but smile as she gooses the groom
She lives in the ruins of a honeymoon suite
The optimal place for the star-crossed to meet
And the oracle says that the maiden is chaste
Now she’s throwing those pennies right back in your face
And she’ll shine on you tonight
Let her shine on you tonight
Oh lady, our lady of light
She will ask to be rescued from the first rays of dawn
Then she’ll throw down a rope that is studded with thorns
And at last when you climb it, when your palms are all torn
She’ll be taking the sun in from a chair on the lawn
And she’ll shine on you tonight
Let her shine on you tonight
Oh lady, our lady of light
Don’t ask too many questions or you’ll end up like me
Marooned on an island, circumscribed by her sea
And I guess that I’m stuck here, to no one’s surprise
I surrendered my freedom when I looked through her eyes
And she’ll shine on you tonight
Let her shine on you tonight
Oh lady, dear lady, our lady of light
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She said no, but she meant maybe
She said she wasn’t that type of girl.
When she’d done wrong, she’d never admit it
But I had empty pockets to prove it.
He said no, and he really meant it
He was just that type of guy
When he did wrong, he’d never admit it
But I had black and blue marks to prove it.
Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean
Caribbean, Caribbean, Caribbean sunset
Caribbean, Caribbean sunset
Caribbean Caribbean sunset
She was so much like a foreign language
That you learned but never understood
She said words just didn’t matter
But when she needed them they always would
Caribbean, Caribbean sunset
Caribbean, Caribbean sunset
I’d rather sleep in the streets at night
Or I’d rather not sleep at all
I’m not so sure of my friends these days
Not sure of anything at all
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Dying On The Vine
03:48
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I’ve been chasing ghosts and I don’t like it
I wish someone would show me where to draw the line
I’d lay down my sword if you would take it
And tell everyone back home I’m doing fine.
I was with you down in Acapulco
Trading clothing for some wine
Smelling like an old adobe woman
Or a William Burroughs paying for lost time.
And I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what’s mine
I was living like a Hollywood
But I was dying on the vine
Who could sleep through all that noisy chatter?
The troops, the celebration in the sun
The authorities say my papers are all in order
And if I wasn’t such a coward I would run
I’ll see you when all the shootings over
Meet me on the other side of town
Yes, you can bring all your friends along for protection
It’s always nice to have them hanging around
And I was thinking about my mother
I was thinking about what’s mine
I was living my life like a Hollywood
But I was dying, dying on the vine
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Living In Moonlight
05:17
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Hiding behind that woolen scarf
Your eyes gave it all away
And I often wondered in which book you read
How much you had to pay
And the things I tried to teach you, you already knew
And the hangers-on reminded you of what you had to do
And there we were living in moonlight
And there we were laughing at the day
And there we were living in moonlight
They all knew about the baby
And all those hoops you had to leap
But I never once pretended
That still waters must run deep
On the highway of the upright, our backs against the wall
You were proud I took the fall
There we were living in moonlight
There we were laughing at the day
And there we were living in moonlight
You never have to feel
That there are people you can blame
‘Cause the gun that you just loaded
Is impossible to aim
My heart is like an ocean – it’ll never let you down
You’ll know better this time around.
Living in moonlight
There we were laughing at the day
There we were living in moonlight
There we were laughing at the day
There we were
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Matching Scars
03:08
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Matching scars, so tender to the touch
Oh we put ourselves through so much
But I know you’d like to see just how far
We’d have to go to get these matching scars
In the bars, New Jersey red lights
Factory stars down on the turnpike
Now there’s nothing wrong with loving from afar
But you gotta get close to get these matching scars
In my car, can’t seem to turn right
See your face at every stoplight
And would you wish upon a shooting star
If you knew you’d get a matching scar?
On the operating table
They exposed your hungry heart
Then they bruised and abused it
And convinced you it won’t start
Through the night, we been sleepwalking
Too many words, not enough talking
But one of us had to reach up for those stars
And now we both got these matching scars
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Listen Little Man
03:55
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Listen little man
Little common man
There’s a world outside
Hanging on by a thread
You can turn your back
You can duck your head
Or you can fly, way up in the sky
So listen little man
Listen little man
Little common man
All the vessels are cracked
And your burden is heavy
The water is pouring
Out over the levee
But it’s not so grim, you know that you can swim
So listen little man
There’s a blackheart beast lurking in the abyss
And the whore of Babylon’s begging you for a kiss
Everyone you see is marching around in blinders
In case you needed any more reminders
So listen little man
Little common man
To the sound that’s coming
From that enemy within
It’s no victory song
From that broken violin
It’s just a dirge, time for you to emerge
Listen little man
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Stubborn Heart
04:43
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It was easy to leave you, it was turning a page
I flew into freedom like a bird from a cage
But it was much harder to get through the night
Where the flesh and the spirit take their gloves off to fight
Leaving you was the easiest part
Now I got to deal with this stubborn heart
You the holy pretender to the throne of my dreams
Me the sensitive one coming loose at the seams
Silence descends as the cameras roll
You hit your mark as you unveil your soul
Leaving you was just the next part
Now I’m second bill to this stubborn heart
They say give up an inch and then they take a mile
But who gave you the right to start in on my smile
You say that he broke you and you’ll never get free
But the last time I saw him he resembled me
I guess he could not free the horse from its cart
You must put the whip to a stubborn heart
Now it was easy to leave you, it was shedding a skin
In this world it’s always the strong ones that win
So raise up your glass, let’s make one final toast
To the ungrateful guest and his generous host
Leaving you was only the start
It’s time to seduce this stubborn heart
It’s time to seduce this stubborn heart
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With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
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