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Well you can’t turn him into a company man
You can’t turn him into a whore
And the boys upstairs just don’t understand anymore
Well the top brass don’t like him talking so much
And he won’t play what they say to play
And he don’t want to change what don’t need to change
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ
Well some folks say they’re gonna hang him so high
Because you just can’t do what he did
There’s some things you just can’t put in the minds of those kids
As we celebrate mediocrity all the boys upstairs want to see
How much you’ll pay for what you used to get for free
And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ
(Instrumental break)
Well he got him a station down in Mexico
And sometimes it will kinda come in
And I’ll bust a move and remember how it was back then
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ
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"If you reach back in your memory
A little bell might ring
'Bout a time that once existed
When money wasn't king
If you stretch your imagination
I'll tell you all a tale
About a time when everything
Wasn't up for sale
There was this cat named Johnny
Who loved to play and sing
When money wasn't king
We'd all get so excited when
John would give a show
We'd raise the cash between us
And down the road we'd go
To hear him play that music
It spoke right to my soul
Every verse a diamond
Every chorus gold
The sound was my salvation
It was only everything
Before money became king
Well I ain't sure how it happened
And I don't know exactly when
But everything got bigger
And the rules began to bend
And the TV taught the people
How to get their hair to shine
And how sweet life can be
If you keep a tight behind
And they raised the cost of living
And how could we have known
They'd double the price of tickets
To go see Johnny's show
So we hocked all our possessions
And we sold a little dope
And went off to rock and roll
We arrived there early
In time to see rehearsal
And John came out and lip-synched
His new lite beer commercial
And as the crowd arrived
As far as I could see
The faces were all different
There was no one there like me
They sat in golden circles
And waiters served them wine
And talked through all the music
And paid to John paid little mind
And way up in the nosebleeds
We watched him on the screen
They'd hung between the billboards
So cheaper seats could see
Johnny rock that golden circle
An all those VIP's
And that music that had freed us
Became a tired routine
And I saw his face in close-up
Trying to give it all he had
And sometimes his eyes betrayed him
You could see that he was sad
And I tried to rock on with him
But I slowly became bored
Could that man on stage
With everything
Somehow need some more?
There was no use in pretending
No magic left to hear
All the music gave me
Was a craving for lite beer
As I walked out of the arena
My ears began to ring
And money became king"
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"Goin' down to Lillian's Music Store
To buy a black diamond string
Gonna wind it up on my guitar
Gonna make that silver sing
Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
I keep wakin' up all by myself
With a Blue Jay in my brain
Flappin' his wings
Making me sing
It was just about to rain
Like it was Dreamville
Where I was born
Light-years from here
And the air smelled good
In Dreamville
Like it was Dreamville
Where I was born
Light-years from here
And the trees were green
In Dreamville
Ridin' with my momma
To Glen Springs Pool
Water was cold
My lips were blue
There was rock and roll
Across the dial
When I think of her
It makes me smile
Like it was Dreamville
A long time ago
A million miles away
All the trees were green
In Dreamville
In Dreamville
It was in Dreamville
A long time ago
Light-years from here
And the air smelled good
In Dreamville"
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My name's Joe, I'm the CEO
Yeah, I'm the man makes the big wheels roll
I'm the hand on the green light switch
You get to be famous
I get to be rich
Go get me a kid with a good-looking face
Bring me a kid can remember his place
Some hungry poet son of a bitch
He gets to be famous
I get to be rich
Or bring me a girl they’re always the best
You put ‘em on stage and ya' have ‘em undress
Some angel whore who can learn a guitar lick
Hey, now that’s what I call music
Yeah they’ll come looking for money when the public gets bored
I will fight ‘em with lawyers they could never afford
Yeah I’ll make her look like a spoiled little bitch
She gets to be famous
I get to be rich
Or bring me a girl they’re always the best
You put ‘em on stage and ya' have ‘em undress
Some angel whore who can learn a guitar lick
Hey, now that’s what I call music
So burned out Johnny thinks the books are shifty
What good’s that alkie to me when he’s fifty
Well we could move catalog if he’d only die quicker
Send my regards to the gig and a case of good liquor
He gets to be famous
I get to be rich
He gets to be famous
I get to be rich
My name’s Joe. I’m the ceo
I’m the man makes the big wheels roll.
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"You got a different kind of
Look in your eye
Something about you
That I don't recognize
These things are talked about
In quiet tones
I never saw a person
So all alone
Some momma's cryin'
Some daddy's sad
When a kid goes bad
Makes you wonder
What made him mad
When a kid goes bad
You built for innocence
You built for joy
Suddenly evil's all that
You enjoy
But if you shoot at every
One you see, well you
Can't be my friend 'cause
You might shoot at me
Some momma's cryin'
Some daddy's sad
When a kid goes bad
Makes you wonder
What made him mad
When a kid goes bad
When a kid goes bad
When a kid goes bad
Somewhere along the way
Did we let you down
Did you cry out for help and
None was around
Don't try to tell me
That you don't know the score
Are you so shut down
You can't feel anymore?
Some momma's cryin'
Some daddy's sad
When a kid goes bad
Makes you wonder
What made him mad
When a kid goes bad
When a kid goes bad"
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"Madmen crawl
Across the wall
Knight gets away
Kings all fall
Queens chase men
Saints all sin
And good things
All must end
But she goes on forever
She goes on forever
Yeah, she's gonna shine
Forever
Like a diamond
In the sunlight
Big full moon
Above the road
I'm a long long way
From tomorrow
Gotta light my way
Down this highway
TO get to her
'Cause she goes on forever
She goes on forever
Yeah she's gonna shine
Forever
Like a diamond
In the sunlight
Deacons steal
And Ma can't feel
If you're lonely
And behind the wheel
When the ground gives way
You have to pray
To the unknown
And hope it's real
But she goes on forever
She goes on forever
She's gonna shine forever
Like a diamond
In the sunlight"
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Lord please watch over
All these lost children
Born to chase the hurricane
Please shine some light down
On those who wander
Filled with hunger and pain
Please raise the wind
For all those out sailing
On an ocean alone
Lord shine a light on
All these lost children
Far away from their home
Lord keep an eye on
All these lost children
Swept away in the wind
Please shine some light down
On all those travelin'
Lead them all home again
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She took a rolled up 20 out of her pocket
And paid for my cigarettes
We were friends at first sight in the 7-Eleven light
She said "here, let me cover it"
And I rode shotgun all that night
She drove and never made a sound
I asked if there was anything wrong,
She said "nothin worth talking about?"
It's a blue Sunday, down the interstate
Yeah, a blue Sunday
Blue with shades of gray
Her backseat could have been a hotel
I slept for a thousand years
Every now and then she'd laugh out loud for no reason
I pretended not to hear
And rolled my jacket up under my head
And stretched my body out
Couldn't be too far in front of her daddy's bloodhounds,
But I ain't gonna worry now
It's a blue Sunday, down the interstate
Yeah, a blue Sunday
Blue with shades of gray
A blue Sunday,
We never met before
It's a blue Sunday
When it's time to leave you go
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Take a look
at what i've got
I can't promise
you a lot
but you and me
and the road ahead
I can't save
you from yourself
you got to want it
all that's left
is you and me
and the road ahead
wherever that wind might blow
wherever that river rolls
you know i will go with you
looking over
the mountain's crown
the water roars
and tumbles down
like you and me
and the road ahead
wherever that wind might blow
wherever that river rolls
you know i will go with you
just you and me
and the road ahead
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He's the man who loves women
Women, women, women
He's the man who loves women,
And fallin in love every day
When he sees a senorita,
It’s a sure thing that he’ll meet her
He's the man who loves women,
And fallin in love every day
But in the mornin
When she wakes up,
He’ll be far away
Keepin his secrets safe
Hey, hey, hey
But in the mornin
When she wakes up,
He’ll be far away
Keepin his secrets safe
Hey, hey, hey
He's quite prepared to mingle
Comes on like he's single
He's the man who loves women
And fallin in love's just his way
(Look out)
But one of these days he's gonna pay
(Look out)
For falling in love every day
Oh stay away
He's the man who loves women...
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you never had a chance
did you baby
so good-looking, so insecure
and now you say
you can't remember
when the lines you drew began to blur
yeah, when all of this is over
should i lose you in the smoke
i want you to know
you were the one
and, may my love travel
with you everywhere
baby, may my love travel
with you always
maggie's still trying
to rope a tornado
joe's in the back yard trying to
keep things simple
and the lonely dj's
diggin' a ditch
trying to keep the flames
from the temple
oh, and if perhaps i lose you
in the smoke down the road
i want you to know
you were the one
and, may my love travel
with you everywhere
yeah, may my love travel
with you always
how about a cheer for all those bad girls
and all the boys
that play that rock and roll
they love it
like you love jesus
it does the same thing
to their souls
and when all of this is over
should i lose you in the smoke
i want you to know
you were the one
and, may my love travel
with you everywhere
yeah, may my love travel
with you always
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Well you may take my money
You may turn off my microphone
But you can't steal
What you can't feel
Can't stop the sun - from shining, shining
Down and down and down
And you may think you control things
But there'll be more just like me
Who won't give in
Who'll rise again
Can't stop the world - from turning, turning
'round and 'round and 'round
Hey mister bussiness man
Be sure to wash your hands
Be careful where you stand
'cause life goes on, and on, and on
life goes on, and on, and on
And you may think it's all over
But there'll be more just like me
Who won't give in
Who'll rise again
Can't stop a man - from dreaming, dreaming
On, and on, and on...
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