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The courtier
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Well I know you fell
For that rock'n'roller
But girl, you've been living
In illusion and luring
I'm your true lover
So won't you open your eyes
And use them properly
Though I live in the shadow
Everything will go
Clear when you see me
Call it old-fashioned
You're lost in confusion
I'm the solution
So you keep me waiting
You keep me hanging on
On the corner of your street
Hear the tapping of my feet
To the beat of your song
Well I'm in no hurry
But it's time you understood
With a man like me
Life's very likely
To get good
Churches may fall down
Down to the ground
I'll still be around
Singing "sha la la …"
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Almost old
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Well the reaper came by last night
Sat on my bedside
He said "man, man, you look so pale
D'you fancy a little ride?
Or just a stroll with me
Down through them black trees
I'll show you a lake
Where you can lie awake
It's such a nice place to be."
Well I said "man, come another night
I'm almost old but it's all right."
Well I must admit lately
It ain't been easy
My wife says "Jack,
You're getting fat,
Cut down on whisky".
Doctor says, "My friend
Don't you understand
Don't you realize
Dreaming ain't wise
When your teenage comes to an end."
Well the whole nine yards may be right in sight
I'm almost old but it's all right
Come Saturday, it's a six-pack and a game
But I forgot about St Valentine's Day again
Should I go out for some rock'n'roll
Or hold on to the remote control
Well I blinked once and my kids are taller than me
Mirror turns out to be an enemy
I can't seem to catch that brand new beat
But them little sixteen, they still look so sweet
Well the reaper had a smile
He said "Years are running wild
And I'll get you someday
I'll get you anyway
I know you'll be mine"
Well I walked him out the door and wished him good night
I'm almost old but it's all right
Well I walked him out the door and said good night
I'm almost old but it's all right
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We could sit here, my dear, and talk in circles
Until the stars give up shining on the world
We could look the other way
Or just pretend we're blind
I wouldn't change my mind
So we could pray until our hands fall off
Our dead bodies could pave the way for a messiah of love
We could lock ourselves away
Longing for a sign
I wouldn't change my mind
Let me tell you
Baby I can tell a good man when I see one
Sometimes the darkest thoughts
They grab me by the throat
Us off the earth would be a good step ahead
Would it really matter if we were all dead
Honey I don't think much of the human race
We've got beauty in our hands and we make it a mess
We justify, we find a good reason
But I can tell a good man when I see one
So we could listen to rock'n'roll records
The greatest voices singing the greatest words
We could tell each other lies, and then apologize
We could stand still and listen as the bells chime
And waste our precious time, pretending six is nine
But I wouldn't change my mind
Wouldn't change my mind
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Baby, baby, it's got to stop
I want to give you the love I've got
But you say yes and then you say no
You say maybe, you say I don't know
Baby, baby, what can I do
I want to show my love is true
Baby, baby, can't you see
Ever since we met you've got me
Pussyfooting
Pussyfooting
Pussyfooting, yeah
I used to walk tall and proud
I used to talk, talk so loud
But now I just barely feel up
To calling you cause I always end up
So you take one step up and then two steps back
Honey, I just don't think I can go on like that
Oh girl I heard somebody say
It's a game girls love to play
You make us fools, make us clowns
Till every guy around this town is
It's a mean game you play, baby
When you treat me this way
I gave you silver, gave you gold
And now you wreck my poor poor soul
My poor poor soul
My poor poor soul
My poor soul
Pussyfooting
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American rose
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So travelling slowly turned to drifting
Drifting to running away
Through thick and thin I carried you
Around with me everyday
We buried somewhere in the desert ground
That little something we shared
Tonight I'm going back again
I can only hope I'll meet you there
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Wrong again
Show me the devil
Spell his name
How come twenty years ago
He wasn't called the same
Well I saw him on the news
I got scared but to tell the truth
I was glad my home team won the game
Wrong happiness, wrong pain
Wrong again
Give him the money
So he can buy the weapons
Make his life easy
Consider him your son
Then turn your eyes to the west
And before you can say yes
Behind you back something weird is going on
Wrong enemy, wrong friend
Wrong again
Blame it on the gypsy
Blame it on the moon
Something you don't understand
Is sneaking in your room
In such a time of torment
Can you trust your government
In the distance a bird of fire looms
You got it all, and you complain
You're wrong again
We got it all, and we complain
Are we wrong again ?
Wrong again
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Swampy Joe was nowhere to be seen
He wasn't by the river, nor at the city green
They searched for him all over town
But Swampy Joe was nowhere to be found"
Swampy Joe he never came back
Much to the relief of the Jews and the blacks
Grandpa died in 1964
And grandma told me "Now you're old enough to know
That Swampy Joe guy was a son of a bitch
We treated him as we did every fascist
In my restaurant, and so did Joe
All klansmen ended up in the gumbo"
Swampy Joe was nowhere to be seen
He wasn't at the whorehouse, he wasn't gone fishing
They searched for him all over town
But Swampy Joe was nowhere to be …
But Swampy Joe was nowhere to be seen
He disappeared on that morning it seemed
They searched for him all over town
But Swampy Joe was nowhere to be found
On a sunny day of April 31
The sheriff walked into the restaurant my grandma ran
He was a huge, rough, tough, wicked guy
And he looked at us all with a mean, mean eye
He said, "I'm looking for Swampy Joe, he's my friend
We've fought every battle the good Lord sent
But he never showed up at yesterday's rally
So if you've seen him, guys, you better tell me"
But Swampy Joe was nowhere to be seen
He disappeared on that morning it seemed
He searched for him all over town
But Swampy Joe was nowhere to be found
(And off the sheriff goes)
Then came in Joe's fellow klansmen
Looking a little worried by then
They shook some ashes off their pants
And they made it clear they didn't come to dance
As I went out, I heard grandpa say
"It's like the whole county's looking for Swampy Joe today
If I could, gentlemen, I'd help you
But we ain't seen him, and we've got some work to do."
Swampy Joe
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Big plane
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They say I've got no Sunday best
They say I bought my wife from the black market
I should wave them goodbye from my window seat
But I'll be back before long on their shiny streets
I'm on a big plane
Its wings are red, white and blue
I'm on a big plane
Taking me back to you
But don't you wait up for me
Don't make no plans
I'm sick of being hungry
Want to see Paris, France
Ooh, mama, I'm coming home
But not for long
I'm on a big plane
I can see all the land
I'm on a big plane
With all my friends
I got to the capital
In the back of a lorry
Soon as I showed my face
I was public enemy
Ooh mama, I'm coming home
I'm on a big plane
I watch the country below
I'm on a big plane
My head on a pillow
People look so tiny
Walking tiny streets
I can feel their meanness
And the void beneath my feet
Ooh, mama I'm coming home
But not for long
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More than a wave
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T.V. never showed the guy saved Fats Domino from drowning
Now the gods should have known there was no use in trying
Cause if you want to send a legend to the grave
It takes more than a wave
More than a wave
In an uptown gym a band plays for the homeless
Tears fall down and lift you up to the crest
Cause if you want to flood up what the city gave
It takes more than a wave
More than a wave
T.V. showed the dollars the president didn't send
He must have spent the whole lot on little gifts to his friends
But if they try to wash away what was given by the slaves
It takes more than a wave
More than a wave
The wolf
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Friends grown fathers
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Warm sun, summer at last
This time it's here to stay
Somebody fill me my glass
Sorrow won't catch me today
I hear familiar voices coming up the lane
And the miracle happens once again
Here they come my way with their sons and daughters
I'm just sitting here watching my friends grown fathers
Sometimes nostalgia comes up with me
Takes a grip on my throat
Keeps me till I get down on my knees
Holds me so tight I choke
If the sweet smell of youth is a long time gone
I'm not chasing it no I'm moving on
Long hair's turned to grey but it doesn't matter
I'm just sitting here watching my friends grown fathers
Come on baby, sit here next to me
Today everything's fine
Our people sure are something to see
And in your eyes summer is mine
Nothing can go wrong on a day like this
Music, a little wine, and your tender kiss
And I know good times never last forever
So I'm just sitting here
Talking to my friends grown fathers
You're hiding in my memories but I can see you
Your hair in the wind, a smile on your face
Nothing could keep you from riding on,
That moment you were my definition of grace
Ruby shades in the winter sun
I followed your way and you showed me your beauties
On a mountainside you sat me down
And told me ancient stories
My American rose, my American friend
We got lost, but God knows I want to see you again
My American rose, my American friend
The day we reached the sea you knelt down in the sand
Sighing as you looked away
With resignation in your eyes
I leaned over and whispered "stay"
Morning came with a marine breeze
I woke up and you were gone
Had a coffee and packed my stuff
And headed for another ocean
Bad smell on the neighbourhood these days
Lock the door, keep your children safe
Eyes gaze deep into the night
A silhouette creeping in the moonlight
It must be the wolf
It must be the wolf
I hear the words coming out of your mouth
The threat's coming from the south
In the barroom a strange sensation
Feel the temptation for an easy solution
It must be the wolf
It must be the wolf
Tiptoeing on my roof
Our town was like heaven on earth
Now Satan seems to point to us
Trouble's come and it's here to stay
Somebody, somebody has to pay
It must be the wolf
It must be the wolf
Tiptoeing on my roof
It must be the wolf