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golden slumbers


once there was a way
to get back homeward
once there was a way
to get back home
sleep pretty darling
do not cry
and i will sing a lullabye

golden slumbers
fill your eyes
smiles awake you
when you rise

sleep pretty darling
do not cry
and i will sing a lullabye

once there was a way
to get back homeward
once there was a way
to get back home
sleep pretty darling
do not cry
and i will sing a lullabye

mess

there was a time
when i had nothing to explain
oh, this mess i have made
but then things got complicated
my innocence has all but faded
oh, this mess i have made
and i don't believe in god
so i can't be saved
all alone
as i've learned to be in this mess
i have made

all the untested virtue
the things i said i'd never do
least of all to you
i know he's kind and true
i know that he is good to you
he'll never care for you more than i do

but i don't believe in love
so i can't be tamed
all alone
as i've learned to be in this mess
i have made
the same mistakes
over and over again

there are rooms in this house
that i don't open anymore
dusty books and pictures on the floor
that she will never see
she'll never see that part of me
i want to be for her what i
could never be for you

and i don't believe in god
so i can't be saved
all alone
as i've learned to be in this mess
i have made

one down

i woke up and i drove to work
on the wrong side of the road
what the hell would i do
i must admit i didn't know
andrew came along y'all
to add a couple lines or so
i got one i finished yesterday
and i got three-point-six to go
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and i'm outta here
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and i'm out of here
people tell me
ben, just make up junk
and turn it in
but i never was alright with turning in
a bunch of shit
don't like wasting time
on music that won't make you proud
but now i've found a reason
to sit right down and shit some out
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and i'm outta here
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and i'm out of here
yeah, yeah...
i love you more than
any man has loved before i
love you more than
all the stars up in the sky
i think that we should
settle down and
live happily forever
after
what do you think of that?...
i'm really not complaining
i realize it's just a job
and i hate hearing belly-aching rockstars
whine and sob
cause i could be bussing tables
i could well be pumpin' gas
yeah, but i get paid much finer
for playin' piano and kissin' ass
this is one i wrote just an hour ago
and three-point-six at last
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and i'm outta here
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and i'm out of here
one down
and three-point-six
one down
and three-point-six
tomorrow
and I'm out of here

fred jones part 2

fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
there's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
he's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
things that remind him
life has been good
twenty-five years
he's worked at the paper
a man's here to take him downstairs
and i'm sorry, mr. jones
it's time
tere was no party, there were no songs
cause today's just a day like the day that he started
noone is left here that knows his first name
and life barrels on like a runaway train
where the passengers change
they don't change anything
you get off
someone else can get on
and i'm sorry, mr. jones
it's time
streetlight shines through the shades
casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
he reflects on the day
fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
projecting some slides onto a plain white
canvas and traces it
fills in the spaces
he turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
yeah, and all of these bastards
have taken his place
he's forgotten but not yet gone
and i'm sorry, mr. jones
it's time

annie waits

and so
annie waits
for a call
from a friend
the same
it's the same
was it always the same?
annie waits for the last time
the clock never stops, never stops, never waits
she's growing old
it's getting late
and so he forgot, he forgot
maybe not
maybe he's been seriously hurt
would that be worse?
headlights crest the hill
shadows pass her by and out of sight
annie sees her dreams:
friday bingo, pigeons in the park
annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
annie says "you see this is why i'd rather be alone."
and so
annie waits
for a call
from a friend
the same
it's the same
was it always the same?
annie waits as the last...
headlights crest the hill
who will be the one for evermore?
annie, i could be
if we're both still lonely when we're old
annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
annie waits for the last time
just the same as the last time
annie waits
but not for me

zak and sara

sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored
on a peavea amp in 1984
while zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars
playing sara-with-no-h's favourite song
zak and sara
often sara would have spells where she lost time
she saw the future, she heard voices from inside
the kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
because at home they got her slapped
zak and sara
zak called his dad about layaway plans
and sara told the friendly salesman that
"you'll all die in your cars
and why's it gotta be dark?
and you're all working in a submarine"
she saw the lights, she saw the pale english face
some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
that make it possible for all white boys to dance
and when zak finished sara's song, sara clapped
zak and sara

still fighting it

good morning, son
i am a bird
wearing a brown polyester shirt
you want a coke?
maybe some fries?
the roast beef combo's only $9.95
it's okay, you don't have to pay
i've got all the change
everybody knows
it hurts to grow up
and everybody does
it's so weird to be back here
let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
and you're so much like me
i'm sorry
good morning, son
in twenty years from now
maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
and i can tell you 'bout today
and how i picked you up and everything changed
it was pain
sunny days and rain
i knew you'd feel the same things
everbody knows
it sucks to grow up
and everybody does
it's so weird to be back here
let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
you'll try and try and one day you'll fly
away from me
good morning, son
i am a bird
it was pain
sunny days and rain
i knew you'd feel the same things
everybody knows
it hurts to grow up
and everybody does
it's so weird to be back here.
let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
oh, we're still fighting it
we're still fighting it
and you're so much like me
i'm sorry

gone

i thought i'd write
i thought i'd let you know
in the year since you've been gone
i've finally let you go
and i hope you find some time to drop a note
but if you won't
then you won't
and i will consider you gone
i know that you went straight to someone else
while i worked through all this shit here by myself
and i think that you should spend some time alone
but if you won't
then you won't
and i will consider you gone
i wake up in the night
all alone and it's alright
the chemicals are wearing off
since you've gone
the days go on, the lights go off and on
and nothing really matters when you're gone
if you think that you feel nothing at all
if you don't
then you don't
if you won't
then you won't
and i will
then i will
yeah, and i will consider you gone

not the same

you took a trip and climbed a tree
at robert sledge's party
and there you stayed 'till morning came
and you were not the same after that
you gave your life to jesus christ
and after all your friends went home
you came down, you looked around
and you were not the same after that
you were not the same after that
you were not the same after that
you see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
they come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
you've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on...
to it
you took the word and made it heard
and eased the people's pain and for that
you were idolised, immortalised
and you were not the same after that
walking tall, you'd bought it all
and you were not the same after that
till someone died on the waterslide
and you were not the same after that
you see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
they come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
you've got one good trick
and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it
you see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
they come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
you've got one good trick
and you're hanging on you're hanging on
you're hanging on

the luckiest

i don't get many things right the first time
in fact, i am told that a lot
now i know all the wrong turns
the stumbles and falls
brought me here
and where was i before the day
that i first saw your lovely face?
now i see it everyday
and i know
that i am
i am
the luckiest
what if i'd been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you lived?
maybe i'd be outside as you passed on your bike
would i know?
and in a wide sea of eyes
i see one pair that i recognize
and i know
that i am
i am
the luckiest
i love you more than i have ever found a way to say to you
next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
and one day passed away in his sleep
and his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
and passed away
i'm sorry
i know that's a strange way to tell you that i know we belong
that i know
that i am
i am
the luckiest

landed

we'd hit the bottom
i thought it was my fault
and in a way i guess it was
i'm just now finding out
what it was all about

we'd moved to the west coast
away from everyone
she never told me that you called
back when i was still
i was still in love

till i opened my eyes and walked out the door
and the clouds came tumbling down
and it's bye-bye goodbye i tried
and i twisted it wrong just to make it right
had to leave myself behind
and i've been flying high all night

so come pick me up
i've landed...

the daily dramas
she made from nothing
so nothing ever made it right

she liked to push me
and talk me back down
till i believed i was the crazy one
and in a way
i guess i was

till i opened my eyes and walked out the door
and the clouds came tumbling down
and it's bye-bye goodbye i tried
dragging the sea of a trouble mind
had to leave myself behind
singing bye-bye goodbye i tried

and if you wrote me off
i'd understand it
cause i've been on
some other planet
so come pick me up
i've landed...

and you will be so
happy to know
i've come alone
it's over

and i'll open my eyes and walk out the door
and the clouds came tumbling down
and it's bye-bye goodbye i tried
down comes the reign of the telephone czar
it's okay to call
and i will answer for myself
come pick me up...
ba ba's..
i've landed

give judy my notice

judy
could anyone be loved anymore
than i love you?
does it hurt you too?

but judy
i've been feeling small too long
i love you so
but something's wrong

cause i come running when you want me here
and when you want me to, i disappear
give judy, my notice

i knew if i made it easy for you
you'd settle for me, yeah eventually

but judy
i won't be your bitch anymore
and follow you 'round
and hold the door

cause i can't do this any longer
the vacuum left is so much stronger
give judy, my notice
judy you know i'm not mad anymore
at least most of the time
but it could take a while
i've been living just to see you smile
every once in a while

tears fall
but that don't mean nothing at all
just cause i said it first
yeah that's why it hurts ya

and i'm not sorry if
you're not sorry too
and you're not sorry
till i make you

give judy my notice
my notice

songs of love

pale, pubescent beasts
roam through the streets
and coffee-shops

their prey gather in herds
of stiff knee-length skirts
and white ankle-socks

but while they search for a mate
my type hibernate
in bedrooms above

composing their songs of love

young, uniform minds
in uniform lines
and uniform ties

run round with trousers on fire
and signs of desire
they cannot disguise

while i try to find words
as light as the birds
that circle above

to put in my songs of love

fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
fortune depends on the tone of your voice

so sing while you have time
let the sun shine down from above

and fill you with songs of love

fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
fortune depends on the tone of your voice

so sing while you still can
while the sun hangs high up above

wonderful songs of love
beautiful songs of love