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TOM WAITS lyrics

Gun Street Girl

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Falling James in the Tahoe mud Stick around to tell us all the tale He fell in love with a Gun Street Girl and Now he's dancing in the Birmingham jail Dancing in the Birmingham jail. Took a 100 dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe Brought a bran' new michigan 20 gauge Got all liquored up on that road house corn, Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette. Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4 Well ,he left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door He left Waukegan at the slammin' of the door Chorus: I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home. Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's Wood Soakin' day old bread in kerosene He was blue as a robin's egg brown as a hog Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Stayin' out of circulation till the dogs get tired Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone He never got up in the morning on a Saturday Sittin' by the Erie with a bull whipped dog Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way Tellin' everyone he saw They went thatta way. Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof And the Burlinton Northern's pullin' out of the world With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw. And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all A Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all. Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge He heard the click clack tappin' of a blind man's cane Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row And he smuggled in a bran' new pair of alligator shoes. With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair, well They tired her to a tree with a skinny millionaire They tired her to a tree with a skinny millionaire. Chorus: I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana Ain't never coming home I said John, John he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home Bangin' on a table with an old tin cup Sing I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again, I'll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again.

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MC Ren "Shock of the Hour"
Because we got the streets suckas Can you dig it??? I wanna get right to the point He's here He's unique, he's unconquerable. (Repeated) MC Ren, MC Ren is a killa of the crafted men Twas the night before the ball struck And all the snakes was outta sight And of all those cat hangs And all the solutions Now it's like do or die So salute to the battle cry And all the real niggaz Step up to the frontline You don't want two scoops of fruit loops For the real troops 'Cause it's about a quarter to midnight 15 ticks to catch 15 licks in the fizzot Who lettin' the heads get chopped and mack 10's pop pop For all those too slow for the tempo of tizzongue Because all those who can't hang get hung And those who can't take charge get dault So come and walk, coming strong Coming long, 'cause we been down for too damn long And not a soldier, a soldier Nigga I thought somebody was older 'Cause the days of bein' a slave livin' in the grave is over Ain't no more that shall overcome 'cause we been overcame So I'm packin' 'quips full of golds for all you G's trapped in shame Listen to the sound of the midnight poker chain Livin' in an underground railroad Takin' aim and set to cause much pain So hitch a ride on the midnight trizzain One million ways to die So devil don't even try I'm packed, ready and willin' to get a government killa So welcome to the land of the drive by

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AMANDA PALMER
What is past... What is past... what is past... Monachial dreams and a puddle of light And a red little girl's at the top of a slide And an an orange old man at the bottom Wants to take her for a ride As she slips and she tumbles the orange man mumbles Pennies fall out of the sky She could say that her dream's the american one But she'd know it was a lie She's a third the down and her skirts are yanked up And her little girl cheeks start to wrinkle But her smile is white and her legs are spread wider Her hair growing long And her hips Getting larger Past Getting brighter Light Growing weaker She is halfway down now but the man is impatient He tugs at his watchchain Today he'll be late But she's coming She's coming She's coming Who taught the fingers The fingers of the little girl Who taught the fingers Of the little girl on the swingset As she starts to draw nearer the view becomes clearer The splinters are painful but she doesn't feel it The pennies were loaded and as they exploded She starts to spin out of control Her eyes are now closing Her sleeves are unrolling Up past her head And her veins are all showing Not that she noticed Her senses are focuses on One old man who's laughing Who's laughing Who's laughing Don't worry, I've got you Don't worry, I've got you Don't worry, I've got you Don't worry, I've got you The orangeman got you What is past... What is past... What is past...

Where Are You Tonight?

BOB DYLAN "Street Legal"
There's a long-distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write. There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze, laughter down on Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure heat. Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced what he preached from the heart. A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted to me the time and the place that the trouble would start. There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that no one can write. Oh, where are you tonight? The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode. In that last hour of need, we entirely agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road. I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt. I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out. He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting, putting flowers on the shelf. She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair and discovered her invisible self. There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped, There's a million dreams gone, there's a landscape being raped, As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape, I won't, but then again, maybe I might. Oh, if I could just find you tonight. I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way. Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees while the law looks the other way. Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes, the guy you were lovin' couldn't stay clean. It felt outa place, my foot in his face, but he should-a stayed where his money was green. I bit into the root of forbidden fruit with the juice running down my leg. Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss and who always was too proud to beg. There's a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room and a pathway that leads up to the stars. If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the scars. There's a new day at dawn and I've finally arrived. If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'll know I've survived. I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive, But without you it just doesn't seem right. Oh, where are you tonight?

Where Are You Tonight (Journey Through Dark Heat)

BOB DYLAN "Street Legal"
There's a long distance train rolling through the rain, tears on the letter I write There's a woman I long to touch and I miss her so much but she's drifting like a satelite There's a neon light ablaze in the green smoky haze, and laughter down on Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone where she bathed in a stream of pure heat Her father would emphasize you got to be more than street-wise but he practiced what he preached from the heart A full-blooded Cherokee, he predicted it to me the time and the place it would start. There's a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book that nobody write Oh, where are you tonight The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode In the last hour of need, we entirely agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men betitled by doubt I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were but she had some way of finding them out He took dead-center aim but he missed just the same, she was waiting putting flowers on the shelf She could feel my despair as I climbed up her hair and discovered her invisible self. There's a lion in the road, there's a demon escaped There's a million dreams gone, there's a landscape being raped As her beauty fades and I watch her undrape I won't but then again, maybe I might Oh, if I could just find you tonight. I fought with ny twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees while the law looks the other way Your partners in crime hit me up for nickels and dimes, the man you were loving couldn't never get clean It felt outa place, my foot in his face, but he should-a stayed where his money was green I bit into the root of forbidden fruit with the juice running down my leg Then I dealt with your boss, who'd never known about loss and who always was too proud to beg There's a white diamond gloom on the dark side of this room and a pathway that leads up to the stars If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars. There's a new day at dawn and I've finally arrived If I'm there in the morning, baby, you'll know I've survived I can't believe it, I can't believe I'm alive But without you it just doesn't seem right Oh, where are you tonight

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COWBOY JUNKIES "The Caution Horses"
Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river, with a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John 'cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away I hope they didn't come to stay It's got numbers on the side and a gun, and it's making big waves Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou So the powers that be left me here to do all the thinking And I just turned twenty-two I was wondering what to do And the closer they got, The more those feelings grew Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring He told me, 'Red means run, Son, numbers add up to nothing' But when that first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming Raised the rifle to my eye Never stopped to wonder why Then I saw black and my face flash in the sky Shelter me from the powder and the finger Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger Just think of me as one you never figured, to fade away so young with so much left undone Remember me to my love I know I'll miss her

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