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What makes a kettle whistle?
What makes gold precious?
How come some people, they'll show you everything?
How come some people, they don't like nothing at all?
Well I know why...
We all want to be
Beautiful too...
Beautiful too...
What makes a baby cry?
What makes a poor baby older than a rich one?
And why do we need to belong to someone else...
Well I know why...
We all want to be...
Beautiful too...
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wish I was ocean size
they cannot move you
no one tries
no one pulls you
out from your hole
like a tooth aching a jawbone
I was made with a heart of stone
to be broken
with one hard blow
I've seen the ocean
break on the shore
come together with no harm done
it ain't easy living
I want to be
as deep
as the ocean
mother ocean
some people tell me
home is in the sky
in the sky lives a spy
I want to be more like the ocean
no talking
all action...
no talking
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my cat's name is Maceo
he's a little man in a cats body
he yawns just like I do
he's convinced I won't eat him
I think he thinks that I'm his dad
because I saved him from the pound
well we went down
down to the pound and that's where we saw Maceo
cat catcher said to me
"pick one out"
Maceo said
"let me out"
he sleeps right where I do and we wrestle in the morning!
he come to you if you don't bother him
he just likes to do his own thing
my cat's name is Maceo
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had a dad
big and strong
turned around
found my daddy gone
he was the one
made me what I am today
its up to me now
my daddy has gone away
well I spoke to the mountain
I listened to the sea
both told me that fountain
was the best that you can be
my daddy's hand it growed
slow to the lickin'
sonny boy
grow to whip him
if you see my dad
tell him my brothers
all gone mad
they're beating on each other
I walked around
even tried to call
got that funny feeling
he's not there
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man ain't meant to work
c'mon build a machine!
so we can sleep and make love deeper
later we can dance and we can drink!
man ain't meant to work
c'mon build a machine!
so we can live for our own pleasure
please yourself!
please your queens!
early morning the sun is yawning
I am not kind yet
I am certain
I have no doubt
life is for playing
days like these I hardly disagree
so what!
that's my conclusion
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Jane says
I'm done with sergio
He treats me like a ragdoll
She hides
The television
Says 'i don't owe him nothing,
But if he comes back again
Tell him to wait right here for me or,
Try again tomorrow'
'I'm gonna kick tomorrow...'
'I'm gonna kick tomorrow...'
Jane says
'Have you seen my wig around?
I feel naked without it'
She knows
They all want her to go
But that's ok man
She don't like them anyway
Jane says
'I'm going away to spain when i get my money saved
I'm gonna start tomorrow'
'I'm gonna kick tomorrow...'
'I'm gonna kick tomorrow...'
She gets mad
And she starts to cry
Takes a swing but she can't hit!
She don't mean no harm
She just don't know...
What else to do about it
Jane goes
To the store at eight
She walks up on st. andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket
Jane says
'I've never been in love - no'
She don't know what it is
She only knows if someone wants her
'I only want 'em if they want me,...'
'I only know they want me...'
Jane says...
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comin' down the mountain
one of many children
everybody has
their own opinion
everybody has
their own opinion
holding it back
hurts so bad
jumped out of my flesh
and i said
cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
cash in now!
i was comin' down the mountain
met a child she had pin eyes
we had the same opinion
had the same opinion
she was holding it back
it hurts so bad
jumping out of her flesh
and i said
cash in!
cash in now honey
cash in now
cash in now
cash in now honey
cash in miss smith
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she said
do you think you could
and I said
yeah
in a second
I'm sitting by a waterfall and when the people jump in
they hold their nose and kiss these walls
granite walls
water-polished walls
just don't ever want to move from this spot
you can sit here for so long!
there's a slide
suislide
you can live or die
going down
going down
go down!
boy came to the side
I said
"you want to go down that slide?"
he said
"no man
hey you got a joint to sell me?"
we just smoked one
we got a roach we said
"I'll smoke the roach!"
but first go down that slide man
go on down
go on down
go on down!
I'm sitting by a waterfall...
could bear to watch the people slip and fall
you know the plants on the rocks are crazy
thinking that they could start a life
on the spiral walls of a waterfall!
slow divers?
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Three days was the morning.
My focus three days old.
My head, it landed to the sounds of cricket bows...
I am proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...
Three ways was the morning.
Three lovers, in three ways.
We knew when she landed, three days she'd stay.
I am a proud man anyway...
Covered now by three days...
We saw shadows of the morning light
the shadows of the evening sun
till the shadows and the light were one.
Shadows of the morning light
the shadows of the evening sun
till the shadows and the light were one...
True hunting is over.
No herds to follow.
Without game, men prey on each other.
The family weakens by the bite we swallow...
True leaders gone, of land and people.
We choose no kin but adopted strangers.
The family weakens by the length we travel...
All of us with wings...
All of us with wings...
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
All of us with wings!
Erotic Jesus lays with his Marys.
Loves his Marys.
Bits of puzzle, hitting each other.
All now with wings!
'Oh my Marys! Never wonder... Night is shelter for nudity's shiver...'
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I am skin and bones, I am pointy nose;
but it motherfuckin' makes me try.
Makes me try, and that ain't no wrong.
I'll tell you why...
There ain't no right!
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Only pleasure and pain.
Motherfuckin' bad wind came, blew down my home.
Now the green grass grows.
Bad wind came, blew down my home.
Goddamn goodness knows!
Where green grass grows there can't be wrong.
And goodness knows, there ain't no right!
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Only pleasure and pain.
Bumped my head, I'm a battering ram.
Goddamn took the pain.
Cut myself, said 'So what?'
Motherfuckin' took the pain.
Said 'So what?'
I can't be wrong.
I thought so but there ain't no right!
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right.
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here we go now
home...
home...
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Save the complaints for a party conversation.
The world is loaded, it's lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop...
No one... No one! No way! Gonna stop, now; go!
Farm people, book wavers, soul savers, love preachers!
Lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop.
One come a day, the water will run,
no man will stand for things that he had done...
Hurrah!
And the water will run...
One come a day, the water will run,
no man will stand for things that he had done...
Hurrah!
And the water will run...
Will Run!
Will Run!
Gimmie that!
Gimmie that -- your automobile, turn off that smokestack and
that goddamn radio - hum... along with me...
Hum along with the t.v. A-a-a-a-m-m-m-m-m-m.
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I've been caught stealing;
once when I was 5...
I enjoy stealing.
It's just as simple as that.
Well, it's just a simple fact.
When I want something, I don't want to pay for it.
I walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey all right! If I get by, it's mine.
Mine all mine!
My girl, she's one too.
She'll go and get her a shirt.
Stick it under her skirt.
She grabbed a razor for me.
And she did it just like that.
When she wants something,
she don't want to pay for it.
She walk right through the door.
Hey all
right! If I get by, it's mine.
Mine all mine!
We sat around the pile.
We sat and laughed.
We sat and laughed and waved it into the air!
And we did it just like that.
When we want something, we don't want to pay for it.
We walk right through the door.
Walk right through the door.
Hey, all right!
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way down low where the streets are littered
I find my fun with the freaks and the niggers
I don't want much man give me a little
or I'm gonna take my chances if i get em
I love them whores they never judge you
they cast that pearl and it don't upset 'em
they take their chances if they get 'em
hear me go off!
give me some more!
motherfucker!
need a little more!
goddamn you!
give me some more!
motherfucker!
give me some more!
you give me breadcrubme uh-ho
I'm tired of living the bosses dream
they'll squeeze you dry man if you let 'em
better take your-take your -take your chances
if you get 'em
her me go off!
give me some more!
mother fucker!
need a little more!
goddamn you!
give me some more!
motherfucker!
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In the city there is something to see
In the city there is nothing to breathe
I'm goin' 'bout my business
I'm wondering what I'm missing
And on my way home
I hid in my coat
Wrote my name on the city wall
Being famous
In the city there is a park bench you can sleep out on
The city there is a trash can you can eat out of
I'm goin' 'bout my business
Wondering what I'm missing
And on my way home a cop said "no"
I said
"There is a man with a stick and a gun in his hand"
Being famous...
Red man in the city
Poor man in the city
Black man in the city
Fat man in the city
Red man
Black man
Fat man
Blue man
I don't know the rest of the words
'Cause I made it up just for you...
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