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Bella played the bridge every second loneliest night of the year
Took a certain liking to a fellow there - Bella
She said I brought her back to some old better man - fellah
Bella she was born today feeling kinda spry
Bella's Birthday Cake was burning
Like Lightning, Like Fire
Bella's Birthday Cake was burning...
Bella made her bed in red every loneliest night of the year
Tied me to the rages of her rocking chair - Bella
Fed me quiet offer through her ever wares - I'll tell ya
Bella she was born today feeling kinda spry
Bella's Birthday Cake was burning
Like Lightning, Like Fire
Bella's Birthday Cake was burning
Ever yearning Forest Fire
and all of her lines she left unread
"spirits and battles won," she said
and over her mountain tops she ground me off
where...I can't remember...
Bella played the bridge on the second loneliest night of the year
Bella she was born today...
BELLA'S Birthday Cake was burning
Bella's BIRTHDAY Cake was burning
Bella's Birthday CAKE was burning
Bella's Birthday Cake was BURNING...50 years gone.
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Day by Day I wake up for you I do
and I rise to who knows who
well if I can say...some other day
Day by Day I reach out to you I do
and I pretend there's something to it
And if I can say...I've had better days
Day by Day I resort to you I do
and I wash up after you're through
If I can say...that's O.K.
You're in my head again
You're in my bed again
You're in my mirror again
And if you don't mind me...I don't mind you
Day by Day I reflect on you I do
I reflect on you I do
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Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe that he was there
Do you believe in the man in the garden
Do you believe or do you care
Did he rise from the ashes and lead the sky above
Did he lie in the name of love
....in the garden
Do you believe in the path that you follow
Do you believe it takes you where you want
Do you believe in the lies that you swallow
Do you believe it takes you where you go
See the man. He never lies he never will
Did he fight for the right to kill
....in the garden
....in the garden
There's a little man in a house alone...waiting
He doesn't lie.
He doesn't wait for love to hold on to
He doesn't lie. He doesn't wait...
Johnny's in the garden
I see the err in my ways
....in the garden
Do you believe in the man in the garden
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I got a thing for fish with no eyes
Who swim deep in the sea
With nothing to see
I've got a thing for mountains of sand
Left all to their own
To quietly stand
won't you help me now...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...the ocean
I got a thing for mermaid tails
Swim naked with me
Your hair of seaweed
I got a thing for sunken shipwrecks
With booty of gold
I don't care if it's wet
won't you help me now...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...
Take me to the bottom of...the ocean
I don't need no air.
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Big Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas
God don't the world smell good today
I'm bigger than a fruitcake
Smaller than your honor
A farmer for a daughter..HEY
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Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes
Put away that bullshit, Big boys they don't cry to their mama's
…She'll be back soon
Put away your raincoat and make your bed
Take another bullet right to your head
We're going on a picnic and we'll get there soon
She says…Maybe it's over
He say's… there's plenty more fish in the sea
I say… Don't go away from me…
Put away your dinner and have a snack
Tie your little brother up in a sack now
We're moving to the country and we'll get there soon (she says)
Pack up all the things that you don't deserve
Take another swing… Here comes a curve ball
I bet you can't hit it cause you'll swing to soon
She says…Maybe it's over
He say's… there's plenty more fish in the sea
I say… Don't go away…
Don't go away
Please don't go away from me…
Take those damn pictures off that shelf
Put away your mommy you don't need her
I found you a new one… she'll be here soon
She says…my God it's over
He say's… I found another fish in the sea
I say… why me?
Why me?
Why me?
Why is it me?
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(Number eight, we're rolling. One, two, three.)
You talk about one
You talk about reason and the nature of unity
You talk about rust
Good voice of freedom through your light of diversity
You are news confusion
I can feel
I can feel
I can feel
Wise man do you believe in love?
Wise man do you believe in the things that I'm thinking of?
Yeah! Woo!
So talk about truth
Talk about justice in the world of impurity
Talk about wars oooh
And the glory as a kingdom would rule
Ahhh kings, yeah!
See some dissolution
I can feel
I can feel
I can feel
Wise man do you believe in love?
Wise man are you sure of the power from above?
Wise man who do you see in me?
Me, yeah...
Ooooh
Wise man do you believe in love?
Wise man can you show me the power from above?
Wise man who do you see in me?
In me, yeah...
Talk about one
Talk about one
Talk about one
Talk about one
Talk about one
Talk about one
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I've cut off the curls
I shaved half my face
Became half the man you asked to replace.
I'm willing to save you
You said you're worth saving
But half of my appetite's lost half it's craving
Stand in the mirror
That's me beside you
The one with the smile, the one who abides you.
Don't mind the madman
The killer, the lover
He's slowly fading one into the other.
Where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself in the late days of April?
Where are the daffodil mountains?
I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
You say that you're happy
Well you should know better
I see that you've sewn up that rip in your sweater
That some lover tore off you
That left you both shaking
That bled deep inside you the wound you'd forsaken
Where is that white picket fence
That I painted myself in the late days of April?
Where are the daffodil mountains?
I know that they're somewhere around here by the garden.
Don't fear I will save you
Don't shout you'll awaken
The corpse in the desert staked out beside you
I cut off his wing
And shaved half his face
But I thought that I saw his eyes...move
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I sing above my vision. I sing above my face.
A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead.
Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake.
Take upon your vigil. Wallow in the wake.
It was glorious of glories-a maple April day
With a pocket full of horseflies and eyes as bright as rays
They said walk away walk away if you can
but one leap out the village and our caravan began
Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky.
He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions
Every day a saturday, a summer waking morn,
His skin burned golden ember due the shine that toad had born.
While riding back an eagle, laughing with the sun
He spied an old hairy fairy man upon the river Young.
and Sol said, fly away fly away if you can
But he settled next the oarsman, said I'm my own man and this is my life...
Heed above my meter, Heed above my fate. Can't go back again...
I got a reason to be fevered-summer waking morn.
Back back when the poor poor boy was born.
Now cross into his fortune. While enchanted by the queen.
A lone shady shelter stood beckoning his lean.
And in the time it takes a pillow to figure out a face.
Out from in the white tree she rose to take its place.
And the battle for his spirit then caused him to remain.
And he fought as a thousand Visigoths and he cursed the night in vain.
She said run away run away if you can
But last he heard a voice of...I'm my own man and this is my life...
Off to in her castle, laid upon the stairs
She showered him with daffodils and tied ribbons in his hair.
He woke for bare a moment but she wouldn't let him weep.
With lips of only roses kissed him down to sleep.
So royal loyal subjects now let your ears unbend.
For here ye this traveled tail must sadly meet it's end.
What's fate done to our hero I cannot reply...
The last that I saw him, a flection in her eye.
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How have you been
in the shape you were in
I'm surprised that you got where you're going
Who would believe
What a date you would be
If I knew I'd have thought about knowing
And in between now and the last time we met
I'd open the door if I met you again
And I swear that we'd be better/fair ever friends
From here until 10 miles from nowhere
What is that there
In your brown paper box
I can see that you kept all the memories we'd lost
I'd sworn it was you
Who was destined and gone
To the pressure of past undertakings
Had I had known that it might have been me
I might have returned a letter or three
Or gave you a call from the sanctuary
for the cracks in these walls tell time for a fee
From here until 10...
From now until 10...miles from nowhere
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Mr. Merry cries in his coffin
For days he says he can remember
And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
Of a beautiful purple mountain
From every walk of life we've come to see the Last Great American
May I now present you the speaker,
”Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold…
He had a how do you say, ethical like sense”
That's when the President started to giggle
And the children gave the blessing
Though the service weren't half done
Each of them sued the other one
For the Last great American
Merry reaches up, we bow our heads
He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read
Here lies our Merry
The man with the heart so spent
That in this day and age
Is sick of living
And judges argue letters
Fabric comes undone
For every daughter every son
Of the Last great American…
For every daughter every son
Of the Last great American…
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Finally in the meantime since you paid for my room
I thought I'd write the European B-side or 2
See Mr. Merry's in the garden
Trying to tie his high top shoes
Johnny's off of daffodil mountain
Praying for the news
and Oh what a piece I am
if you'd...be my friend
Thanks to all that you made me replace
For all you gave to me you left on my face
See Mr. Merry is the garden
Bella's taking ludes
Daddy's off without a pardon
But nothing left to lose
and Oh what a piece I am
Oh what a piece I am
If you'd...be my friend
if you
would you
be my friend
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