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The Lady With The Braid
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would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a low and lonely ride
would you hang your denim jacket
near the poster by picasso
do you sleep on the left side or the right
would you mind if i leave on the light
would you mind if it isn't too bright
now i need the window open
so if you happen to get chilly
there's this coverlet my cousin hand crocheted
do you mind if the edges are frayed
would you like to unfasten my braid
shall i make you in the morning
as cup of instant coffee
i will sweeten it with honey and with cream
when you sleep
do you have dreams?
you can read the early paper
and i can watch you while you shave
oh god the mirror's cracked
when you leave
will you come back?
you don't have to answer that at all
the bathroom door is just across the hall
you'll find an extra towel on the rack
on the paisley patterned papered wall
there's a comb on the shelf
i papered that wall myself
that wall
myself
would you care to stay till sunrise
it's completely your decision
it's just the night cuts through me like a knife
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
would you care to stay awhile and save my life?
i don't know what made me say that
i've got this funny sense of humor
you know i could not be downhearted it i tried
it's just that going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
going home is such a ride
isn't going home is such a low and lonely ride?
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you know the hollywood sign
that stands in the hollywood hills
i don't think the christ of the andes
ever blessed so many ills
the hollywood sign seems to smile
like it's constantly saying "cheese"
i doubt if the statue of liberty
ever welcomed more refugees
give me your poor
your tired your pimps
you carhops your cowboys
your midgets your chimps
give me your freaks
your whores your harlots
your flunkies your junkies
give me your starlets
mary cecilia brown
rode to town on a malibu bus
she climbed to the top
of the hollywood sign
and with the smallest possible fuss
she jumped off the letter "h"
'cause she did not become a star
she died in less than a minute and a half
she looked a bit like hedy lamarr
sometimes i have this dream
when the time comes for me to go
i will climb that hill
and i'll hang myself
from the second or third letter "o"
when mary cecilia jumped
she finally made the grade
her name was in the obituary column
of both the daily trades
i hope the hollywood sign
cries for the town it touches
the lady of lourdes in her grotto
saw fewer cripples and crutches
give me your poor
your maladjusted
your sick and your beat
and your sad and your busted
give me your has-beens
give me your twisted
your loners your losers
give me your black-listed
you know the hollywood sign
the witness to our confusion
a symbol of dreams
turns out to be
a sign
of disillusion.
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20 Mile Zone
03:17
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I was riding in my car
Screaming at the night
Screaming at the dark
Screaming at fright
I wasn't doing nothing
Just drive about
Screaming at the dark
Letting it out
That's all I was doing
Just letting it out
Well along comes a motorcycle
Very much to my surprise
I said officer was I speeding
I couldn't see his eyes
He said no you weren't speeding
And he felt where his gun was hung
He said lady you were screaming
At the top of your lung
And you were
Doing it along
You were doing it alone
You were screaming in your car
In a twenty-mile zone
You were doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were screaming
I said I'll roll up all my windows
Don't want to disturb the peace
I'm just a creature
Who is looking
For a little release
I said
And what's so wrong with screaming
Don't you do it at your games
When the quarterback
Breaks an elbow
When the boxer beats and maims
But you were
Doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were screaming in your car
In a twenty-mile zone
You were doing it alone
You were doing it alone
You were screaming
I said animals roar
When they feel like
Why can't we do that too
Instead of screaming
Banzai baby
In the war in the human zoo
He said I got to take you in now
Follow me right behind
And let's have no more screaming
Like you're out of your mind
So he climbed aboard his cycle
And his red-eyed headlight beamed
And his motor started spinning
And his siren screamed
He was doing it alone
He was doing it alone
He was screaming on his bike
In a twenty-mile zone
He was doing it alone
He was doing it alone
He was screaming
I was doing it alone
I was doing it alone
I was screaming in my car
In a twenty-mile zone
I was doing it alone
I was doing it alone
I was screaming
We were doing it together
We were doing it together
We were screaming at the dark
In a twenty-mile zone
We were doing it together
We were doing it together
We were screaming
We were doing it together
We were doing it
Together
Alone
In a twenty-mile zone
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With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
That is where
My being wants to bed
With the
Mattress ticking showing
And the tattered pillow slip
And the pine
Unpainted rafters overhead
With the
Door closed on my mama
And my sibling competition
And my Shirley Temple doll
That truly cries
And my essay on religion
With the pasted paper stare
Proving tangibly
I’d won the second prize
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
That is where
My dark attraction lies
With his
Madness on the nightstand
Placed beside
His loaded gun
In the terrifying nearness
Of his eyes
With no
Window spying neighbours
And no
Husbands in the future
To intrude
Upon our attic
Past the stair
Where we’ll live on
Peanut butter
Spread across assorted crackers
And he’ll play
His clarinet
When I despair
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
Where we’ll live on
Peanut butter
Spread across assorted crackers
And he’ll play
His clarinet
When I despair
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba...
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
With my
Daddy in the attic
Passed the stair
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Lemon Haired Ladies
04:48
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Angels and Devils
02:50
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Beware Of Young Girls
03:55
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Did Jesus have a baby sister?
Was she bitter; was she sweet?
Did she wind up in a convent;
Did she end up...
On the street?
On the run, on the stage, did she dance?
DancinggirlDid he have a sister, a little baby sister—
Did Jesus have a sister?
Did they give her a chance?
And did he have a baby sister;
Could she speak out by and large?
Was she told by mother Mary,
“Ask your brother,
He’s in charge—
He’s the chief—
He’s the whipped cream on the cake.”
Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister?
Did they give her a break?
VirginHer brother heard the announcement;
It was pretty big. pretty big, I guess.
But she got precious little notice in the local press.
Her mother was a virgin
When she carried him, carried him therein...
If the little girl came later,
Then was she conceived...
In sin?
And in sorrow?
And in suffering
And in shame?
Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister?
What was her name?
Girlpraying2_1And did she long to be a Savior, saving everyone she met?
And in private, to her mirror, did she whisper,
“Saviorette! Savior Woman! Savior Person!
Save your breath..."
Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister—
Was she there at his death?
CrybabyangelDid she cry for Mary’s comfort
As she watched him on the cross?
And was Mary, too despairing,
“Ask your brother, he’s the boss—
He’s the man
He’s the chief— He’s the show.”
Did he have a sister, a little baby sister?
Did Jesus have a sister—
...Doesn’t anyone know?
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Gotta get off, gonna get
Have to get off from this ride
Gotta get hold, gonna get
Need to get hold of my pride
When did I get, where did I
How was I caught in this game
When will I know, where will I
How will I think of my name
When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering why
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
What's in back of the sky, why do we cry
Gotta get off, gonna get
Out of this merry-go-round
Gotta get off, gonna get
Need to get on where I'm bound
When did I get, where did I
Why am I lost as a lamb
When will I know, where will I
How will I learn who I am
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
Tell me, when will I know, how will I know
When will I know why?
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11. |
Perfect Man
04:24
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Kate Dimbleby UK
‘life affirming’ Sunday Times Artist of the Week
‘riveting’ Mail on Sunday, Album of the Week
‘fresh, subtle and startling’ The Guardian
‘intriguing, file under one offs’ 4* ‘Arts First Night’
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