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Just The Same
03:44
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Early in the morning and it's starting to rain
There's a nuclear umbrella and a hurricane
So I sip a cup of coffee and I swear I love you just the same
Suddenly the sun is shining everywhere
Did you hear about the suicide at Washington Square?
So I drink a Coca Cola and I swear I love you just the same
Yeah I swear I love you just the same
Yeah I swear I love you just the same
And nothing's gonna change I love you just the same
No nothing's gonna change I love you just the same
Later on we met up on the virtual grid
With the master of disaster and Billy The Kid
So I slake a mocha shake and I swear I love you just the same
Soon enough it's getting dark and we gotta go home
To the bottom of the tunnel where the antelope roam
So I raise a shot of whiskey and I swear I love you just the same
Yeah I swear I love you just the same
Yeah I swear I love you just the same
And nothing's gonna change I love you just the same
No nothing's gonna change I love you just the same
Rock me to the bottom and I swear I love you just the same
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2. |
To The Fillmore East!
03:53
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Over and over again
Me and my phone together alone
I might be crazy but the day never ends
Alone for two weeks nobody speaks a word
And the trucks roll down the street
And the day and night repeat
And this boy just lost his lease
To the Fillmore East
Over and over again
This time last year I just moved in here
Have I been dreaming? (Well I guess it depends)
If this mess on the ground was the wall we tore down (or not)
And the trucks roll down the street
And the day and night repeat
And this boy just lost his lease
To the Fillmore East
Yeah mama circularity is moving me (a turnin' of a wheel)
Reality alluding me (a turnin' of a wheel)
It's certainly unclear to me (a turnin' of a wheel around, turnin' of a wheel around)
Riding down the street just moving along
Following the beat of the same old song
Ain't it hard to believe there's a light up ahead
When it goes over and over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over, to the Fillmore East
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3. |
Her To Me
02:31
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I'm in my room and the night becomes the day
And who's to say she's alone she don't need me anyway
I'm back at home she is far and no airplane or sleeper train can
Bring her to me, back to me back to me baby
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me baby
Here in my bed I pretend she's lieing next to me instead
She has fled and these restless memories can never
Bring her to me, back to me back to me baby
Back to me, back to me, back to me, back to me baby
Bring her to me oh-oh
Three forty-five, I arrive to find her waiting there for me
Can it be? Is it she or just a memory?
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4. |
Lonesome Hearted Song
02:34
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Off my darlin' On A Train for nowhere
And the lights are changing
And the bells are ringing
While your smile is shining like the quiet son
Lost and won just a lonesome hearted song
Free my darlin' from the hands that hold you
Now the walls are fallin'
And the smoke a clearin;
While your smile is shining like the quiet son
Lost and won just a lonesome hearted song
Still your smile is shining like the quiet Son
Lost and won just a lonesome hearted song
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5. |
Young Man
04:30
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Young man
Won't you help me try to walk across this crowded street
Can't you see I'm trying to get a little something to eat
Oh can't you see that these old shoes ain't what they used to be
But nowadays well nowadays I get to see and stroll around stroll around the scenery nowadays are our days
Young man
Five o'clock is when I like to take my coffee break make no mistakes I can't be late though I haven't seen a real job since 1900 and 98 property of the state so every month I get a government salary check that keeps me going like a brand new box of cigarettes
Nowadays nowadays I start to dream nowadays were our days
Half as bad is good enough for me, so far for now
And half as far ain't far too much to see so far somehow
Half as bad is good enough for me oh yeah
but half as bad ain't what it used to be
Young man
My loving family left me many many years ago, why I don't know no I don't know, but now and then I get to talk to them on the telephone, and my how they've grown in another time zone grandchildren playing in a distant place, but everybody always tell me that they got my face, nowadays well nowadays I start to dream nowadays are our days
Half as bad is good enough for me, so far for now
And half as far ain't far too much to see so far somehow
Half as bad is good enough for me oh yeah
but half as bad ain't what it used to be
I can't tell if I'm living or dieing laughing or crying
I can't tell if I see the horizon or the stars colliding
All I know is I'm trying I'm trying hard
All I know is I'm trying I'm trying hard
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Memory
05:05
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There's a face I remember on a photograph
Of a child in the window on a railroad track
And she's still as a figure of light
Though her eyes are still traveling through the night
And I'll remember to keep you here with me
If you remember my memory
There's a place I remember sailing off to sea
Not a single regret or any place to be
It's a place I've remembered before
On the rail of a bridge above the shore
And I'll remember to keep you here with me
If you remember my memory
There's a day I remember in an hour glass
As the tide pulls away and the sands at our feet rush past
Every wave will remain in my mind
Every day will remain ahead of time
And I'll remember to keep you here with me
If you remember my memory
You'll remember my memory
My memory is your memory
And your memory is our memory
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