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When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide
A place for me to hide

Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Champion sax and a girl named Sandy
There's only four ways to get unraveled
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home

Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river

Streets and shoes
Avenues
Leather riders
Selling news
The monk bought lunch

Ha ha, he bought a little
Yes, he did
Woo!
This is the best part of the trip
This is the trip, the best part
I really like
What'd he say?
Yeah!
Yeah, right!
Pretty good, huh
Huh!
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the Soft Parade

All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way, yeah

The Soft Parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right, yeah

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning
Calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals
Left out in the yard
But it's getting harder
To describe sailors
To the underfed

Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
What got us this far
To this mild equator?

We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon

Callin' on the dogs
Callin' on the dogs
Oh, it's gettin' harder
Callin' on the dogs
Callin' in the dogs
Callin' all the dogs
Callin' on the gods

You gotta meet me
Too late, baby
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads
Too late
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads
You gotta meet me
Oh, we're goin', we're goin great
At the edge of town
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
Havin' a good time
Got to come along
What got us this far
To this mild equator?
Outskirts of the city
You and I
We need someone new
Somethin' new
Somethin' else to get us through
Better bring your gun
Better bring your gun
Tropic corridor
Tropic treasure
We're gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails
We can whip the horse's eyes
And make them sleep
And cry

 

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Wishful crystal
Water covers everything in blue
Coolin' water

Wishful sinful
Our love is beautiful to see
I know where I would like to be
Right back where I came

Wishful, sinful, wicked blue
Water covers you
Wishful, sinful, wicked you
Can't escape the blue

Magic risin'
Sun is shinin' deep beneath the sea
But not enough for you and me and sunshine
Love to hear the wind cry

Wishful sinful
Our love is beautiful to see
I know where I would like to be
Right back where I came

Wishful, sinful, wicked blue
Water covers you
Wishful, sinful, wicked you
Can't escape the blue

Love to hear the wind cry
Love to hear you cry, yeah, yeah

 

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A SOTA turntable. High-end equipment.
Somebody takes their music very seriously.
...and can afford a SOTA and the expensive tonearm/cartridge/stylus.

Xanadu is at 06:00.
Farewell to Kings is kickaise, but that's not the target.
Gotta love these guys eh.




'To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise...'

I had heard the whispered tales of immortality
The deepest mystery
From an ancient book I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown
Time and Man alone
Searching for the lost Xanadu

Xanadu...

To stand within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste anew the fruits of life
The last immortal man
To find the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
Oh, I will dine on honeydew
And drink the milk of Paradise

A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by
Stars stopped in the sky
Frozen in an everlasting view
Waiting for the world to end, weary of the night
Praying for the light
Prison of the lost
Xanadu

Xanadu...

Held within the Pleasure Dome
Decreed by Kubla Khan
To taste my bitter triumph
As a mad immortal man
Nevermore shall I return
Escape these caves of ice
For I have dined on honeydew
And drunk the milk of Paradise

 

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We were laughing in a daydream
With the world beneath our feet
And the sun shined on the water
Where the skies and the ocean meet
We were spellbound
Ohh spellbound
We were listning down a rainbow
As the leaves fell to the ground
Whipering as we tumbled
And the wind laft at the sound
We were spellbound
Ohh spellbound
We were spellbound
Ohh spellbound
We were children in the garden
Where the flowers kiss the sky
And the birds sang out and wonder
As the day went sailing by
We were spellbound
Spellbound
Ohh spellbound
Spellbound
Ohh

 

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In city dreams
down in the dirt a candy wrapper.
The pretty ladies, on parade, with flashing eyes
they come on smiling.

In city dreams
when neon lights commence to shining.
The streetwise kids could steal your soul
and sell it to you on the corner.

In city dreams
In city dreams
In city dreams
In city dreams

The night's ablaze
the city burns from red to amber.
The sidewalk circus floating by
a crowd of bright eyed empty faces.
They're playing the game
this game of magical illusion.
That leaves you wondering
if you really have arrived
or are only dreaming.

In city dreams
In city dreams
In city dreams

In city dreams
down in the streets the dawn is breaking.
And you're still wondering
if you really have arrived
or are only dreaming

In city dreams
In city dreams
In city dreams
In city dreams

 

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Shiitekicker fiddle and rock geetar with 'verb at the same time. awesome.



Gonna leave the city put my troubles behind
People in the city goin' out of their minds
Goin' to the country just to feel like gold
People in the country really let themselves go
Hey, ho, one thing I know
People in the country got one thing for sure
Hey, ho, one thing I know
Every mother's child really lets himself go
Goin' to the country and leavin' right away
No time to talk I got to make a getaway
Gonna leave the city it's a crime and a shame
People in the city are goin' insane
Hey, ho, one thing I know
Every mother's child really lets himself go
Hey, ho, one thing I know
People in the country really let themselves go
Joining hands
Making plans
Come on down
Look around

 

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Feel like I'm livin' under some kind of hex
Livin' in here in this industrial military complex
Doesn't really help when I read Time magazine
Cause they only distort the scene
The sky is so hazy I can't even see the sun
Livin' here is like livin' under a gun
I really do wonder 'bout the United Nations
Why don't they face the situations

I'm a troubadour
Lookin' for a dream
I'm a troubadour
Lookin' for some dream

Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these dues
From Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad news
Tired of the war and those industrial fools
Got to make it better cause I've got nothin' to lose

Ain't too clear to pay my income taxes
'Specially when I know it goes to kill the masses
Love to hear the President make it perfectly clear
How the donkeys and the elephants are police up here

I'm a troubadour
Lookin for a dream
I'm a troubadour
Lookin for some dream

Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these dues
From Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad news
Tired of the war and those industrial fools
I've got to make it better cause I've got nothin' lose
Won't somebody help me cause I've gotten in my shoes
Those industrial military complex blues

 

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1969



My dark hour
My dark hour, you know it's drivin' me wild

Well, well, I went to see the doctor
And I had my fortune read
And you know the doctor told me
Son you better stay in bed

Who's that comin' down that road
Looks like he's carryin' a heavy load
{??} and he started to say
Want to come with me on my way

My dark hour, mother nature's child
My dark hour, oh, it's drivin' me wild

Well, I went to see the doctor
Just to have my fortune read
Well, well, well, well, well, the doctor told me
Son you better stay in bed

So do you think these sinners will fall
Or do you think they'll survive us all
Well, well, well, well down this road
Won't you help me carry my load

My dark hour, mother nature's child
My dark hour, oh, it's drivin' me wild

Songwriters: STEVE MILLER

 

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1976


Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I'm free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution

Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Till I'm free
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future

Songwriters: STEVE MILLER

 

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On the corners of boulevards I call your name
Now and again they play our tune
In the grip of a tiny hand over a flame
Pale as the phases of the moon

In the cafes and shopping malls I see your face
Turn into mist on evening dew
But a book and a photograph just aren't the same
There is a train that's leaving soon

Budapest by blimp

Over pillars and palaces I'll hold your hand
Until the fog is lifted
Maybe better you hold me close than understand
How far away I've drifted

In the face of a tragedy too bleak to know
The death of some grand illusion
All the treasure we pilloried, splendour we stole...
They never told you that in school

Konnyebb volna tan feledni
Mint tavozasom erteni
Multbol egy kiszak ittott lap
Ekodbol indul egy vonat

Budapest by blimp

Que je voudrais vous presenter, messieurs, mesdames
Regardez bien, je vous en prie
Here's a map and a diagram, a shrivelled page
Ripped from the book of history
See the priceless antiquity frozen in time
Built on the ashes of the Jews
And for your curiosity, beauty sublime
Signed in the blood of Zulus

Not really a goosestep, more of a limp!

Budapest by blimp

 

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Everybody talking
Talking pretty hard
Everybody talking
'Bout singing from the heart
If you want my opinion
It doesn't mean a thing
If you haven't got that
Ability to swing
Yeah, the ability to swing
Everybody thinking
Thinking pretty hard
Everybody thinking
'Bout singin' from the heart
So listen up already
I'm sayin' it again
If you haven't got that
Ability to swing
Ah, the ability to swing
Dreams, take 'em away
Go it alone, honey Rome wasn't built in a day
But now it's a ruin, the joke has worn thin
And it isn't cool to abuse the ability to swing
Everybody working
Working pretty hard
Everybody working
At singing from the heart
If you want my opinion
It isn't worth a bean
If you you ain't in possession
Of the ability to swing
Friends, send them away
Go it alone, honey Rome wasn't built in a day
Now it's a ruin, the joke has worn thin
And it isn't cool to abuse the ability to swing
But each beat send me deeper under
Each beat send me more to sleep
Heart melts ice and heart spells danger
Don't hold your breath boy
'Cause it don't come cheap
Everybody looking
Looking pretty hard
Everybody searching
For a meaning in my art
I'll level with you bucko
It isn't worth a bean
If you ain't in possession
Of the ability to swing
The ability to swing
Mmm, the ability to swing
Songwriters: Matthew Thomas Arthur Seligman / Thomas Dolby

 

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One more young writer slid away in the night
Over the border he will drown in light
And the man said
Hold it - wait a minute!
I can't read my writing - my own writing!
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect in a cloud of mystery
It's an iron fist!
In a glove full of vaseline
Dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too became a dissident!
Became a dissident
Became a dissident

Courting disaster we ran in the night
Wings of an angel torn in flight
When the man said
Check it - verify it!
It's all here in writing - my own writing!
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect in a cloud of mystery
It's an iron fist!
In a glove full of vaseline
Dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too became a dissident!

Check it - verify it!
It's all here in writing - down in writing!
At the hands of the press
And in the eyes of the government
I fell from grace
I too became a dissident
I was a dissident, yeah
Like tiny insects in the palm of history
A domino effect and an early end to this story
There's an iron fist in a glove full of vaseline
Dip the fuse in the kerosene
I too became a dissident

 

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I must post this awesomeness again. Good Morning kids!




Your admirers on the street
Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers

And I thought my heart would break
When you doubled up at the stake
With your fingers all a-shake
You could never tell a winner from a snake
but you always make money

Easy money

With your figure and your face
Strutting out at every race
Throw a glass around the place
Show the colour of your crimson suspenders

We would take the money home
Sit around the family throne
My old dog could chew his bone
For two weeks we could appease the Almighty

Easy money

Got no truck with the la-di-da
Keep my bread in an old fruit jar
Drive you out in a motor-car
Getting fat on your lucky star just making

Easy money

 

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Hope everyone has a Superfine Saturday

 

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