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JOAN BAEZ lyrics - One Day At A Time


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If you ever lived in a ghetto And maybe at the close of your day On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox From the neighbourhood cafe Well in the noon you may hear the neighbours fussing When a kid breaks a window pane In the night, in the night you may be wakened By the outbound train Well the rich folks they own the big city And they down us who living the way we do But when you're born a child of a poor man You know the ghetto is the only place for you Well if there's such a thing as revolution And there will be if we rise to the call When we build we build we build we build the new Jerusalem There won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all No there won't be no more ghetto, ghetto at all

Wishing Well

THE AIRBORNE TOXIC EVENT "The Airborne Toxic Event"
Standing on a bus stop Feeling your head pop Out in the night In the kind of night Where you want to be out On the street, on the street Crawling up the walls Like a cat in heat And the air is thin And it blows through your skin And you feel like something Is about to begin But you don't know what And you don't know when So you tear at your hair And you scratch at your skin You wanna run away, run away Just get on the fucking train and leave today And it doesn't matter where you spend the night You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight Or caught in your room in a concrete shell Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed In a wishing well, a wishing well A wishing well, a wishing well Well you're tossed in the air And you fell and you fell Through the dark blue waters Where you cast your spell Like you were just a wish that could turn out well So you stand on the corner Where the angels sit And you think to yourself, "This is it, this is it This is all that I have All I can stand Is this air in my lungs And this coin in my hand That you tossed in the air And I fell, and I fell All the way to the bottom Of the well, of the well." Like those soft little secrets That you tell, that you tell To yourself when you think No one's listening too well And the walls spin And you're paper-thin From the haze of the smoke And the mescaline The sweat of your brow Under unmade sheets In your ear with the noise From the darkened streets Where you ran far and wide You screamed, you cried You thought suicide was an alibi But you were always a mess You were always aloof Yeah, it's awful, I guess But it's the awful truth It was true from the first To the last words that she read And she emerged from the dark Like a ghost in my head She said, "I haven't forgot Any words that you said I just stare at the clocks And I cry in my sleep And I tear up your letters And I burn them in heaps And I gather the ashes In that hole in the ground Where we fell"

A Song For All Seasons

Well the word was out on the street today All the friends that I'd met would have to say While your records line the shelves You're fighting amongst yourselves That's a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay Well the word my friend you know is on the street It's on the lips of everyone I meet While you're climbin up the chart Your band just fell apart I guess your life just ain't really that complete You know your car with which I was impressed Well I hear that it's gonna be repossessed Well I thought you had it made But you ain't even paid For the things that you've bought Since the acid test I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay And your lead singer's bulge turns the censors grey Wall that's really a doggone shame But who's there left to blame And all you ever really wanted was just to play They say your drummer he's crazy as a loon Last night they found him baying at the moon As as for your lead guitar He just cracked up his car But he should be out of traction very soon Well my friend it's time for me to go I just can't be late for my evening show You see I've written this tune And I hope that very soon I'll be heard on Top 40 radio

What Gets You Off?

JACK'S MANNEQUIN "The Glass Passenger"
It was last night In an empty warehouse party, oh And there in the blacklight I could see the tatoos glowing on your body Well, oh, oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh She says to meet her there Beside the power station, oh And she said she'd let me stare If the chemicals don't keep her waiting Well, oh, oh oh Whoa, oh oh oh Well I'm always coming down from the night before where I left you I'm always coming down, but I'm doing my best to get caught I'm always coming down from the night before when I met you To hear what gets you off What gets you off What gets you off Red fingernail polish Peeling like a sunburn, oh That black designer dress Looks better underneath our feet Your knees on the dirt Oh, oh oh oh Oh, oh oh oh oh Well I'm always coming down from the night before where I left you I'm always coming down, but I'm doing my best to get caught I'm always coming down from the night before when I bet you To hear what gets you off What gets you off What gets you off Yeah, what gets you off Oh oh oh, yeah... Well I'm always coming down from the night before where I left you I'm always coming down, but I'm doing my best to get caught We're always coming down from the night before when I bet you To hear what gets you off What gets you off What gets you off Oh oh oh... What gets you off...

If You See Her, Say Hello

JEFF BUCKLEY "The Trash Can Tape"
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier She left here last early spring, is livin' there, I hear Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow She might think that I've forgotten her, don't tell her it isn't so. We had a falling-out, like lovers often will And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart. If you get close to her, kiss her once for me I always have respected her for busting out and gettin' free Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won't stand in the way Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay. I see a lot of people as I make the rounds And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town And I've never gotten used to it, I've just learned to turn it off Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft. Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast If she's passin' back this way, I'm not that hard to find Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.


JANELLE MONÁE "The ArchAndroid (Suites II And III)"
[1st movement:] The only love my heart approaches Your tender eyes fill mind with roses I drink your wine And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied Walking like a lonely fool in Prague Singing a love song and the words I wrote I wrote for two Gentle as a lullaby at night I hear you humming private melodies You're near BaBopByeYa. Where are you my darling? BaBopByeYa. Can you hear me calling? Rewind the clock, our time's approaching Give us the eyes to guide us most when We have no light to see throughout all our darkest days And troubled ways [2nd movement:] Ojos miran hacia la luna Evitan un mundo tan triste Dominado bajo el odio Donde el amor no existe Dame en su reino refugio De la oscuridad peligrosa Espero en la esquina, Querida Busco la llamanda amorosa Eyes look to the moon Avoid a world so sad Ruled under the hate Where there is love Give me refuge in his kingdom In the dark dangerous I hope in the corner, Dear Seeking the love Call us Like a lonely matador at night Fighting in the darkness for the light I won't stop until I hear the call of love... And when I'm alone, you are near to me You have made a home in my memory There you will abide for forever And I will keep you warm in the night [3rd movement:] In the face of an awful danger he risks his life to save her Lowly manger Arms of strangers To me Allude me Pursue me Truly I heed echos of your laughter in the corners of my mind While I memorise each detail of your intricate design In your hair there is a symphony Your lips, a string quartet They tell stories of a Neon Valley Street Where we first met now somewhere time pursues us As we love in Technicolor But I dwell in silence on your words Which move me like none other This time I shall be unafraid And violence will not move me this time we will relax This time we will stay in our movie I see beyond tomorrow This life of strife and sorrow My freedom calls and I must go

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