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  • lucky wilbury

    #76
    I Want You

    The guilty undertaker sighs,
    The lonesome organ grinder cries,
    The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
    The cracked bells and washed-out horns
    Blow into my face with scorn,
    But it's not that way,
    I wasn't born to lose you.
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.

    The drunken politician leaps
    Upon the street where mothers weep
    And the saviors who are fast asleep,
    They wait for you.
    And I wait for them to interrupt
    Me drinkin' from my broken cup
    And ask me to
    Open up the gate for you.
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.

    Now all my fathers, they've gone down
    True love they've been without it.
    But all their daughters put me down
    'Cause I don't think about it.

    Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
    And talk with my chambermaid.
    She knows that I'm not afraid
    To look at her.
    She is good to me
    And there's nothing she doesn't see.
    She knows where I'd like to be
    But it doesn't matter.
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.

    Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
    He spoke to me, I took his flute.
    No, I wasn't very cute to him,
    Was I?
    But I did it, though, because he lied
    Because he took you for a ride
    And because time was on his side
    And because I . . .
    I want you, I want you,
    I want you so bad,
    Honey, I want you.

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    • pete
      Crazy Ass Mofo
      • Jan 2004
      • 3325

      #77
      great tune

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      • lucky wilbury

        #78
        Tweeter And The Monkey Man

        Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
        They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
        To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
        For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

        Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
        And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
        They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
        So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99

        (Chorus)
        And the walls came down all the way to hell
        Never saw them when they're standing
        Never saw them when they fell

        The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
        Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
        Jan got married at fourteen to a rackateer named Bill
        She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

        It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
        They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
        The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
        If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire

        (Chorus)

        An ambulance rolled up - a state trooper close behind
        Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
        The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
        Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory

        Next day the undercover cop was hot in pursuit
        He was taking the whole thing personal
        He didn't care about the loot
        Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
        In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught

        (Chorus)

        Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
        The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't
        think that this could last"
        Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
        She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you dont' know"

        The undercover cop was found face down in a field
        The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
        Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
        I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"

        (Chorus)

        Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
        I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
        The TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone
        Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on

        I guess I'll to to Florida and get myself some sun
        There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
        Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometime I think of Jan
        Sometime I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man

        (Chorus)

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        • lucky wilbury

          #79
          Last Night

          She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
          She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
          Last night, thinking about last night
          Last night, thinking about last night

          She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
          We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
          Last night, thinking about last night
          Last night, thinking about last night

          (Bridge 1)
          Down below they danced and sang in the street
          While up above the walls were steaming with heat
          Last night, thinking about last night
          Last night, thinking about last night

          I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
          I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
          Last night, talking about last night
          Last night, talking about last night

          (Bridge 2)
          I asked her to marry me she smiled and pulled out a knife
          The party's just beginning she said, it's your money or you life
          Last night, talking about last night
          Last night, talking about last night

          Now I'm back at the bar, she went a little too far
          She done me wrong, all I got is this song
          Last night, thinking about last night
          Last night, thinking about last night

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          • lucky wilbury

            #80
            Rainy Day Women #12 & 35

            Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
            They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
            They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
            Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
            But I would not feel so all alone,
            Everybody must get stoned.

            Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
            They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
            They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
            They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
            But I would not feel so all alone,
            Everybody must get stoned.

            They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
            They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
            They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
            They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
            Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
            Everybody must get stoned.

            Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
            Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
            They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
            They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
            Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
            Everybody must get stoned.

            Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
            They'll stone you when you are walking home.
            They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
            They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
            But I would not feel so all alone,
            Everybody must get stoned.

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            • lucky wilbury

              #81
              End Of The Line

              (Chorus 1)
              Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
              Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
              Well it's all right, doing the best you can
              Well it's all right, as long as you lend a hand

              You can sit around and wait for the phone to ring
              Waiting for someone to tell you everything
              Sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring
              Maybe a diamond ring

              (Chorus 2)
              Well it's all right, even if they say you're wrong
              Well it's all right, sometimes you gotta be strong
              Well it's all right, As long as you got somewhere to lay
              Well it's all right, everyday is Judgement Day

              Maybe somewhere down the road aways
              You'll think of me, wonder where I am these days
              Maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays
              Purple haze

              (Chorus 3)
              Well it's all right, even when push comes to shove
              Well it's all right, if you got someone to love
              Well it's all right, everything'll work out fine
              Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line

              Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive
              I'm glad to be here, happy to be alive
              It don't matter if you're by my side
              I'm satisfied

              (Chorus 4)
              Well it's all right, even if you're old and grey
              Well it's all right, you still got something to say
              Well it's all right, remember to live and let live
              Well it's all right, the best you can do is forgive

              (Chorus 5)
              Well it's all right, riding around in the breeze
              Well it's all right, if you live the life you please
              Well it's all right, even if the sun don't shine
              Well it's all right, we're going to the end of the line

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              • rustoffa
                ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                • Jan 2004
                • 8959

                #82
                Sweet

                North side , east side
                Little Willy, Willy wears the crown, he's the king around town
                Dancing, glancing
                Willy drives them silly with his star shoe shimmy shuffle down
                Way past one, and feeling allright
                'Cos with little Willy round they can last all night
                Hey down, stay down, stay down down

                'Cos little Willy, Willy won't go home
                But you can't push Willy round
                Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no
                Little Willy, Willy won't go home

                Up town, down town
                Little Willy, Willy drives them wild with his run-around style
                Inside, outside
                Willy sends them silly with his star-shine shimmy shuffle smile
                Mama done chase Willy down through the hall
                But laugh, Willy laugh, he don't care at all
                Hey down, stay down, stay down, down

                'Cos little Willy, Willy won't go home
                But you can't push Willy round
                Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no
                Little Willy, Willy won't go home

                Little Willy, Willy won't
                Willy won't, Willy won't
                Little Willy, Willy won't
                Willy won't, Willy won't
                Little Willy, Willy won't
                Willy won't, Willy won't
                Little Willy, Willy won't
                Willy won't, Willy won't

                Little Willy, Willy won't go home
                But you can't push Willy round
                Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no
                Little Willy, Willy won't go home

                Little Willy, Willy won't go home
                But you can't push Willy round
                Willy won't go, try tellin' everybody but, oh no
                Little Willy, Willy won't go home

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                • rustoffa
                  ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                  • Jan 2004
                  • 8959

                  #83
                  You were the apple of the public's eye as you cut the ribbon at the local mall
                  A mirage for both you and us. How can it be real?
                  We love your body in that photograph, your home state sure must be proud
                  The queen of the United States, or have you lost your crown

                  Well aren't you Miss America
                  Don't you Miss America
                  Won't you Miss America
                  Our love

                  Well are you really who we think you are
                  Or does that smile seem to wear you down
                  This girl who you once were is screaming jump out
                  This dream that you must live - a disease for which there is no cure
                  This roller coaster ride you're on won't stop to let you off

                  Well aren't you Miss America
                  Don't you Miss America
                  Won't you Miss America
                  Our love

                  Miss America, Miss America
                  Miss America, Miss America

                  Well it's true just take a look - The cover sometimes makes the book
                  And the judges, do they ever ask to read between your lines
                  And in your cage at the human zoo, they all stop to look at you
                  Next year, what will you do when you have been forgotten

                  Well aren't you Miss America
                  Don't you Miss America
                  Won't you Miss America
                  Our love

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                  • pete
                    Crazy Ass Mofo
                    • Jan 2004
                    • 3325

                    #84
                    I'm sick and tired of hearing things
                    From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
                    All I want is the truth
                    Just gimme some truth

                    I've had enough of reading things
                    By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
                    All I want is the truth
                    Just gimme some truth

                    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
                    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
                    With just a pocketful of hope
                    Money for dope
                    Money for rope

                    I'm sick to death of seeing things
                    From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
                    All I want is the truth
                    Just gimme some truth now

                    I've had enough of watching scenes
                    Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
                    All I want is the truth now
                    Just gimme some truth

                    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
                    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
                    With just a pocketful of soap
                    It's money for dope
                    Money for rope

                    Ah, I'm sick and tired of hearing things
                    from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
                    All I want is the truth now
                    Just gimme some truth now

                    I've had enough of reading things
                    by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
                    All I want is the truth now
                    Just gimme some truth now

                    All I want is the truth now
                    Just gimme some truth now
                    All I want is the truth
                    Just gimme some truth
                    All I want is the truth
                    Just gimme some truth

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                    • FORD
                      ROTH ARMY MODERATOR

                      • Jan 2004
                      • 58789

                      #85
                      R.I.P. Kurt Donald Cobain

                      Lithium

                      (VERSE 1)
                      I'm so happy cause today I've found my friends
                      They're in my head
                      I'm so ugly, but that's ok, cause so are you
                      Broke our mirrors
                      Sunday morning is every day for all I care
                      And I'm not scared
                      Light my candles in a daze cause I've found God

                      (CHORUS)
                      Hey, hey, yeah (7x)

                      I'm so lonely, that's ok I shaved my head
                      And I'm not sad
                      And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard
                      But I'm not sure
                      I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there
                      And I don't care
                      I'm so horny, that's ok my will is good

                      CHORUS

                      (BRIDGE)
                      I like it, I'm not gonna crack
                      I miss you, I'm not gonna crack
                      I love you, I'm not gonna crack
                      I kill you, I'm not gonna crack(2x)
                      Eat Us And Smile

                      Cenk For America 2024!!

                      Justice Democrats


                      "If the American people had ever known the truth about what we (the BCE) have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - Poppy Bush, 1992

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                      • FORD
                        ROTH ARMY MODERATOR

                        • Jan 2004
                        • 58789

                        #86
                        On a Plain

                        I'll start this off without any words
                        I got so high, I scratched 'til I bled
                        Love myself better then you
                        I know it's wrong so what should I do

                        The finest day that I ever had
                        Was when I learned to cry on command
                        Love myself better then you
                        I know it's wrong so what should I do

                        (CHORUS)
                        I'm on a plain
                        I can't complain
                        I'm on a plain

                        My mother died every night
                        It's safe to say don't quote me on that
                        Love myself better then you
                        I know it's wrong so what should I do

                        The black sheep got blackmailed again
                        Forgot to put on the zip code
                        Love myself better then you
                        I know it's wrong so what should I do

                        CHORUS

                        Somewhere I have heard this before
                        In a dream my memory has stored
                        As defence I'm neutered and spayed
                        What the hell am I trying to say

                        It is now time to make it unclear
                        To write off lines that don't make sense
                        Love myself better then you
                        I know it's wrong so what should I do

                        And one more special message to go
                        And then I'm done and I can go home
                        Love myself better then you
                        I know it's wrong so what should I do

                        CHORUS(5x)
                        Eat Us And Smile

                        Cenk For America 2024!!

                        Justice Democrats


                        "If the American people had ever known the truth about what we (the BCE) have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - Poppy Bush, 1992

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                        • FORD
                          ROTH ARMY MODERATOR

                          • Jan 2004
                          • 58789

                          #87
                          Aero Zeppelin

                          What's the season of love if you can't have everything
                          What's the reason you're around if a crime means anything
                          What's the meaning in a crime? It's a crime if anything
                          What's the meaning of love? It's grand, it's grand
                          How can a culture can forget it's plan of yesterday
                          And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
                          There's no need to talk to friends, nothin' new is everyday
                          You could shit upon the stairs,

                          You'll be friends(4x)

                          All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
                          Should it subtlely irritate, keep it movin' equally
                          Not to know is just the fact, we're a problem nowadays
                          An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyways

                          All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
                          Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally
                          Not to know is just the facts, we're worse nowadays
                          An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyways

                          Noway

                          Hey(5x)

                          SOLO
                          Eat Us And Smile

                          Cenk For America 2024!!

                          Justice Democrats


                          "If the American people had ever known the truth about what we (the BCE) have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - Poppy Bush, 1992

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                          • FORD
                            ROTH ARMY MODERATOR

                            • Jan 2004
                            • 58789

                            #88
                            And if you save yourself
                            You will make him happy
                            He'll keep you in a jar
                            Then you'll make him happy
                            He'll give you breathing holes
                            Then you'll make him happy
                            He'll cover you with grass
                            Then you'll make him happy now

                            (CHORUS)
                            You're in a laundry room
                            You're in a laundry room
                            The clues that came to you...uh...

                            And if you cut yourself
                            You will make him happy
                            He'll keep you in a jar
                            Then you'll make him happy
                            He'll give you breathing holes
                            Then you'll make him happy
                            He'll cover you with grass
                            Then you'll make him happy now

                            CHORUS

                            SOLO

                            CHORUS

                            And if you fool yourself
                            You will make him happy
                            He'll keep you in a jar
                            Then you'll make him happy
                            He'll give you breathing holes
                            Then you will seem happy
                            You'll wallow in your shit
                            Then you'll think you're happy now

                            Your in a laundry room(4x)
                            The clues that came to you...uhh...
                            Eat Us And Smile

                            Cenk For America 2024!!

                            Justice Democrats


                            "If the American people had ever known the truth about what we (the BCE) have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - Poppy Bush, 1992

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                            • pete
                              Crazy Ass Mofo
                              • Jan 2004
                              • 3325

                              #89
                              Two Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad Lyrics

                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
                              You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad
                              Took you to a place, now you can't get back
                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                              Walked together down a dead end street
                              We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
                              Don't try to figure out what we might of had
                              Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                              I'm just a singer, some say a sinner
                              Rolling the dice, not always a winner
                              You say I've been lucky, well hell I've made my own
                              Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone


                              Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
                              Surrounded, we always found an escape
                              Drove me to drink, but hey that's not all bad
                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                              Guess I've been greedy, all of my life
                              Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
                              Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                              Maybe it's just talk, saloon singing
                              The chairs are all stacked, the swinger's start swinging
                              You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
                              Then after you did it, you came crying for my help


                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
                              I'm not complaining, baby I'm glad
                              You call it a compromise, well what's that?
                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad


                              Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

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                              • rustoffa
                                ROTH ARMY SUPREME
                                • Jan 2004
                                • 8959

                                #90
                                the big three killed my baby
                                no money in my hand again
                                the big three killed my baby
                                nobodys coming home again

                                their ideas make me wanna spit
                                a hundred dollars goes down the pit
                                thirty-thousand wheels a rollin
                                and my stick shift hands are swollen
                                everything involved is shady
                                the big three killed my baby yeah yeah yeah

                                the big three killed my baby
                                no money in my hand again
                                the big three killed my baby
                                nobodys comin home again

                                why dont cha take the day off and try to repair
                                a billion others don't seem to care
                                better ideas are stuck in the mud
                                the motor's runnin on tucker's blood
                                dont let 'em tell you the future's electric
                                cuz gasoline not measured in metric
                                thirty-thousand wheels a spinnin
                                and oil company faces are grinnin
                                and now my hand are turnin red
                                and i found out my baby is dead yeah yeah yeah

                                the big three killed my baby
                                no money in my hand again
                                the big three killed my baby
                                nobody's comin home again

                                well i've said it now
                                nothings changed
                                people are burnin for pocket change
                                and creative minds are lazy
                                and the big three killed my baby yeah yeah yeah
                                and my baby's my common sense
                                so dont think im puttin up some esense
                                and my baby's my common sense

                                yeah im about to have another blow up (2x)

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