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Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind 

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all 

Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago 

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all 

Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all 

Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning 


I'm Waiting For The Man

I'm waiting for my man

Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man 

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man 

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man 

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man 

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man 


Femme Fatale

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown 

'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks 

You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true 

'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks 


Venus In Furs

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart 

Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there 

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears 

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart 

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me 

I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears 

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart 


Run Run Run

Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you're gonna find there 

You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do 

Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know, thinks she could buy it 

And she would run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do 

Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene 

She had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do 

Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small-town taste
Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven 

'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do 


All Tomorrow's Parties

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties 

And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door 

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties 

And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
Once'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door 

And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning 

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks, a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties 


Heroin

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know 

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know 

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know 

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know 


There She Goes Again

There she goes again
She's out on the streets again
She's down on her knees, my friend
But you know she'll never ask you please again 

Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do
You see her walkin' on down the street
Look at all your friends she's gonna meet
You better hit her 

There she goes again
She's knocked out on her feet again
She's down on her knees, my friend
But you know she'll never ask you please again 

Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do
You see her walkin' on down the street
Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet
You better hit her 

Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away
See her walking on down the street
Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet 

She's gonna bawl and shout
She's gonna work it
She's gonna work it out, bye bye
Bye bye baby
All right 


I'll Be Your Mirror

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home 

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you 

I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty that you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won't be afraid 

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you 

I'll be your mirror


The Black Angel's Death Song 

The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose 

Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose 

And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T. 

The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell 

Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells 

Cut mouth bleeding razor's
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again 

Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again 

And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go 

And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on 

If the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start 

Start the game I che che che che I
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go 


European Son

You killed your European son
You spit on those under twenty-one
But now your blue car's gone
You better say so long
Hey hey, bye bye bye 

You made your wallpapers green
You want to make love to the scene
Your European son is gone
You'd better say so long
Your clown's bid you goodbye



€ White Light/White Heat

White Light/ White Heat

White light goin' messin' up my mind.
Don't you know it's gonna make me go blind.
White heat, it trickles way down to my toes.
Have mercy white light have it goodness knows.
White light goin' messin' up my brain.
White light, it's gonna drive me insane.
White heat, it trickles way down to my toes.
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.

White light moved in me through my brain
White light gonna make-a me go insane
White light, trickled down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
White light it lightens up my eyes
Don't you know it fills me up with surprise
White heat trickles down to my toes
White light, I'll tell you now, goodness knows.


The Gift

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant
he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
and all he had to show were three dog-eared letters and two very expensive
long-distance phone calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned
to Wisconsin, and he to Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a
certain fidelity. She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement.
She would remain faithful.
But lately, Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night,
and when he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing
and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his
eyes, as he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the
smooth soothing of some Neanderthal, finally submitting to the final
caresses of sexual oblivion. It was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't
understand how she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had
intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her
smile -- she needed him, and he wasn't there (Aaaww..).

The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was
scheduled to appear. He had just finished mowing and edging the Edisons'
lawn for a dollar fifty and then checked the mailbox to see if there was
at least a word from Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the
Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awning needs.
At least they cared enough to write. It was a New York company. You could
go anywhere in the mails.

Then it struck him: he didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the
accepted fashion, true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple.
He would ship himself, parcel-post special delivery. The next day Waldo
went to the supermarket to purchase the necessary equipment. He bought
masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized cardboard box, just right
for a person of his build. He judged that with a minimum of jostling he
could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes, some water, perhaps some
midnight snacks and it would probably be as good as going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He had marked the
package "Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe
and happiness on Marsha's face as she opened the door, saw the package,
tipped the deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in
person. She would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd
only thought of this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and
he felt himself borne up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very
rough weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been
nice about it, though. After it was over, he'd said that he still
respected her and, after all it was certainly the way of nature, and even
though, no he did not love her, he did feel an affection for her. And,
after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo. But
that seemed many years ago.

Sheila Klein, her very very best friend walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen.

"Oh God, it's absolutely maudlin outside."

"Ach, I know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on
her cotton robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some
salt grains on the kitchen table, licked her fingers and made a face.

"I'm supposed to be taking these salt pills, but-" she wrinkled her nose,
"- they make me feel like throwing up."

Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she had seen on
television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the table
and went to the sink, where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and attempted to
touch her knees.

"I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again." She gave up and sat
down, this time nearer the small table that supported the telephone.
"Maybe Bill will call." she said to Sheila's glance.Sheila nibbled on her
cuticle.

"After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him."

"I know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus -- hands all over
the place!" She gestured, raising her arms upward in defense. "The thing
is, after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after
all I didn't really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it
to him, you know what I mean." She started to scratch.

Sheila was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "I tell you, I felt the
same way, and even after a while," here she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to." Now she was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office
rang the door bell of the large stucco-covered frame house. When Marsha
Bronson opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his
yellow and green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip
that Marsha had gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the
den.
"What do you think it is?" Sheila asked.

Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. She stared at the brown
cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room.
"I don't know."

Inside the package Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran
down the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address
and see who it's from?"

Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the vibrating footsteps. It
would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "God,
it's from Waldo."

"That schmuck!" said Sheila.

Waldo trembled with expectation.

"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila, and both of them tried to
lift the stapled flap.

"Ooah," said Marsha groaning. "He must have nailed it shut." They tugged
on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this thing
open." They pulled again. "You can't get a grip!" They both stood still,
breathing heavily. "Why don't you get a scissors?" said Sheila. Marsha ran
into the kitchen, but all she could find was a little sewing scissors.
Then she remembered that her father kept a collection of tools in the
basement. She ran downstairs and when she came back up, she had a large
sheet metal cutter in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was
very out of breath. "Here, you do it. I'm think I'm gonna die." She sank
into her large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a
slit between the masking tape and the end of the cardboard flap, but the
blade was too big and there wasn't enough room. "Goddamn this thing!" she
said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling, "I've got an idea." "What?"
said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her finger to her head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
hardly breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon.

Sheila stood quite upright and walked around to the other side of the
package. Then she sank down to her knees, grasped the cutter by both
handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the long blade through the middle
of the package, through the masking tape, through the cardboard, through
the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of Waldo Jeffers's
head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red to
pulsate gently in the morning sun...


Lady Godivas Operation

Lady Godiva here dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another curly hair boy, just another toy
Sick with silence she weeps sincerly
saying words that have oh so clearly been said
so long ago

Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder
Life has made her that much bolder now
that she's found out how

Dressed in silk, latin, lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
pretty passing care

Hair today now dipped in the water
Making love to every poor daughter's son
isn't it fun

Now today propping frace with envy
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
and hasn't a care

Doctor is coming the nurse thinks SWEETLY
turning on the machines that NEATLY pump air
the body lies bare
Shaved and hairless what once was SCREAMING
now lies silent and almost SLEEPING
the brain must have gone away

Strapped securely to the white table
ether caused the body to wither and writhe
underneath the white light

Doctor arrives with knife and baggage
sees the growth as just so much cabbage
that now
must be cut away

Now comes the moment of Great! Great! Decision!
The doctor is making his first incision!
One goes here - one goes there

The ether tubes leaking says someone who's sloppy
Patient it seems is not so well sleeping
The screams echo up the hall
Don't panic someone give him pentathol instantly
Doctor removes his blade
cagily so from the brain
By m count of ten -
the head won't move


Here She Comes Now

Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now

Here she ever comes now now
She ever comes now now
She ever comes now

Oh Oh, it looks so good
Oh Oh, She's made out of wood
Just look and see


I Heard Her Call My Name

Ever since I was on cripples Monday,
I've got my eyeballs on my knees.
I rapped for hours with mad Mary Williams,
she said she never understood a word from me
because, I know that she cares about me,
I heard her call my name.

And I know that she's long, dead and gone,
still it ain't the same.
When I wake up in the morning, mama,
I heard her call my name.
I know she's dead and long, gone.
I heard her call my name.
And then I felt my mind split open.

I know that she's long, dead and gone,
still it ain't the same.
When I wake up in the morning, mama,
I heard her call my name.
I know she's dead and long, gone.
Still, I heard her call my name.
And then my mind split open.


Sister Ray

Doc and Sally inside
They're cookin' for the down five
Who're starin' at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig-pen
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
just like Sister Ray said

Rosey and Miss Rayon
They're busy waiting for her booster
who just got back from Carolina
said she didn't like the weather
They're busy waiting for her Sailor
who's dressed in pink and leather
(who said he's just as big as ever)
He's just here from Alabama
he wants to know a way to earn a dollar
I'm searching for my mainer
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
just like Sister Ray said

Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots it bang between three & four
He aims it at the Sailor
Shoots him down dead on the floor
Aw, you shouldn't do that
Don't you know you'll stain the carpet
Now don't you know you'll stain the carpet
And by the way have you got a dollar
Oh, no man, I haven't got the time-time
She's busy sucking on a ding-dong
He's busy sucking on my ding-dong
just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I said I c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
I said I c-c-c-couldn't hit it sideways
just like Sister Ray says

Who's that knocking
Who's that knocking on my chamber door
Could it be the police?
They come and take me for a ride-ride
But I haven't got the time-time
She's been sucking on my ding-dong
She's busy sucking on my ding-dong
Just like Sister Ray said
I'm searching for my mainline
I couldn't hit it sideways
I couldn't hit it sideways
just like .... Sister Ray says



€ Velvet Underground

Candy Says

Candy says I've come to hate my body
and all that it requires in this world
Candy says I'd like to know completely
what others so discretely talk about

Candy says I hate the quiet places
that cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions in my mind

I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me


What goes on

What goes on in your mind?
I think that I am falling down.
What goes on in your mind?
I think that I am upside down.
Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright.
Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright.
I'm going up, and I'm going down.
I'm going from side to side.
See the bells, up in the sky,
Somebody's cut their string in two.
Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright.
Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright.
One minute born, one minute doomed,
One minute up, one minute down.
What goes on in your mind?
I think that I am falling down.
Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will work alright.
Baby, be good, do what you should, you know it will be alright.


Some Kinda Love

Some kinds of love
Marguerita told Tom
Between thought and expression lies a lifetime
Situations arise because of the weather
and no kinds of love
are betterh than others

Some kinds of love
Margueirta told Tom
like a dirty French novel
the absured courts the vulgar
and some kinds of love
the possibilites are endless
and for me to miss one
would seem to be groundless

I head what you said
Margueritat told Tom
And of course you're a bore
But at that you're not charmless
for a bore is a straight line
that finds a wealth in division
and some kinds of love
are mistaken for vision

Put jelly on your shoulder
Let us do what you fear most
That from which you recoil
but which still makes your eyes moist

Put jelly on your shoulder
lie down upon the carpet
between thought and expression
let us now kiss the culprit

I don't know just what it's all about
Put on your red pajamas and find out.


Pale Blue Eyes

Sometimes I feel so happy,
Sometimes I feel so sad.
Sometimes I feel so happy,
But mostly you just make me mad.
Baby, you just make me mad.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,
Thought of you as my peak.
Thought of you as everything,
I've had but couldn't keep.
I've had but couldn't keep.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I'd put you in the mirror,
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.
Stuff it in a cup.
She said, Money is like us in time,
It lies, but can't stand up.
Down for you is up."
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I'd do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you're my best friend.
But it's truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.


Begining to See the Light


Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
but still they never get it right.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.

I wanna tell all you people, now.
Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.
Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

Wine in the mornin', and some breakfast at night.
Well, I'm beginning to see the light.

Here we go again, playing the fool again.
Here we go again, acting hard again.
All right!
Well, I'm beginning to see the light!
I wanna tell you, ooh-oh-oh!
Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light!
It comes very softly now.
I wore my teeth in my hands so I could miss the hell of a night.
Hey! Well, I'm beginning to see the light!
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, baby,
I'm beginning to see the light, now!
It comes softer!
Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

I met myself in a dream, and I just want to tell you,
Everything was alright.
Hey, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

Here comes two of you.
Which one will you choose?
One is black and one is blue,
Don't know just, what to do.
Alright!

Well, I'm beginning to see the light, oh, now, here she comes!
Hey, yeah, baby, I'm beginning to see the light!
Oh-ahhhh!
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well, I'm begiing to see the light.
Ah, it's getting a little softer, maybe, in there.
Now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.
Ah, it's coming around again,
Hey, now, now, now, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.
One more time.
There are problems in these times,
But, woo!, none of them are mine!
Oh, baby, I'm beginning to see the light.

Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel, to be loved?
How does it feel, to be loved?


The Story of My Life

That's the story of my life
That's the difference between wrong and right
But, Billy said, Both those words are dead
That's the story of my life


After Hours

1-2-3
If you close the door, the night could last forever
Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never
All the people are dacning and they're havin such fun
I wish it could happen to me
but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again.

If you close the door, the night could last forever,
Leave the wineglass out and drink a toast to never
Oh, someday I know someone will look into my eyes
and say hello -- you're my very special one--
but if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again.

Dark cloudy bars
Shiny Cadillac cars
and the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain
As they stand disarrayed
Oh, but people look swell in the dark.
And if you close the door, the night could last forever.
Leave the sunshine out and say hello to never
all the people are dancing and they're having such fun
I wish it could happen to me
'Cause if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again.
I'd never have to see the day again.
(once more)
I'd never have to see the day again.



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Who Loves the Sun

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it makes plants grow
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the wind
Who cares that it makes breezes
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Not everyone
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun

Who loves the rain
Who cares that it makes flowers
Who cares that it makes showers
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it is shining
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Not everyone
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Sun Sun Sun

Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Not everyone
Pa Pa Pa Pa
Who loves the sun


Sweet Jane

Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest
and me I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
Riding a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
ya know, those were different times
all the poets studied rules of verse 
and those ladies they rolled their eyes
Now Jack, he is a banker
and Jane, she's a clerk
and both of them save their monies
when they get home from work
sittin downby the fire
the radio does play
The March of the Wooden Soldiers
and you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people they like to go out dancin
and other people they like to work
and there's even some evil mothers
Well there gonna tell you that everthing is just made out of dirt
that pretty women never really faint
and that villians always blink their eyes
that children are the only ones who blush
and that life is just to die
But anyone who ever had a heart
they wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who ever played a part
They wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, Sweet Sweet Jane 


Rock and Roll

Jenny said when she was just five years old
you know there's nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothing goin' down at all
Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
She couldn't believe what she heard at all
She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll
Despite all the amputations
You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station
Jenny said when she was just five years old
My parents are gonna be the death of us all
Two TV sets and two Cadillac cars
Ain't gonna help us at all
Then one fine mornin' she puts on a New York station
She don't believe what she heard at all
She started dancin' to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by Rock 'n' Roll
Despite all the computations
You could just dance to a rock 'n ' roll station
and it was alright.


Cool It Down

Somebody took the papers
And somebody's got the key
And somebody nailed the door shut
That says hey what you think that you see
But me l'm down around the corner
You know I'm lookin' for Miss Linda Lee
Because she's got the power to love me by the hour
Gives me double you L-O-V-E

Hey baby if you want it so fast
Don't you know that it ain't gonna last
Of course you know it makes no difference to me

Somebody's got the time time
Somebody's got the right
All of the other people
Tryin' to use up the night
But now me l'm out on the corner
You know I'm lookin' for Miss Linda Lee
Because she's got the power to love me by the hour
Gives me double you L-O-V-E

Ooh if you want it so fast
Don't you know honey you can get it so fast
But of course you know it makes no difference to me

Oh oh oh you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down

Oh hey if you want it so fast
Now lookie baby don't you want it to last
But of course you know that it makes no difference to me
Oh you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down
You know you'd better cool it down


New Age

Can I have your autograph?
he said to the fat blond actress
You know, I've seen every movie you've been in
from "Pass of Pain" to "Duels of Glory
And when you kissed Robert Mitchum
Gee, but I thought you'd never catch him
You're over the hill right now, and you're looking for love
You're over the hill right now, and you're looking for love
I'll come running to you, honey, when you want me
I'll come running to you, honey, when you want me 

Can I have your autograph?
he said to the fat blond actress
You know, I know everything you've done
Anyway, I hate divorces
To the left is a marble shower
It was fun even for an hour, but
You're over the hill right now, and you're looking for love
You're over the hill right now, and you're looking for love
I'll come running to you, honey, when you want me
I'll come running to you, honey, when you want me 

Something's got a hold on me and I don't know what
Something's got a hold on me and I don't know what
It's the beginning of a new age...


Head Held High


Lonesome Cowboy Bill


I Found A Reason

Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa

I found a reason to keep living
Oh and the reason, dear, is you
I found a reason to keep singing
Oh and the reason, dear, is you

Oh I do believe
If you don't like things you live
For some place you never gone before

Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa

Honey, I found a reason to keep living
And you know the reason, dear it's you
And I've walked down life's lonely highways
Hand in hand with myself
And I realized how many paths have crossed between us

Oh I do believe
You're all what you perceive
What come is better that what came before

Oh I do believe
You're all what you perceive
What come is better that what came before

Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
Pa papa papa papa
And you'd better come, come come, come to me
Come come, come to me

pa papa papa pa


Train Round the Bend

Train round the bend
Takin me away from my country
I'm sick of the trees
Take me to the city
Train comin' round the bend
Oh train comin' round the bend

Been in the country Oh much too long
Trying to be a farmer
But nothing that I planted never seems to grow
Train comin' round the bend
Train comin' round the bend

Hey I am just a city boy
And really not the country kind
Oh I need the city streets and I need your light
To see bend comin' round the bend
The train comin' round the bend

Allright
Ooh Ohh

Once
She's going twice
She's going ?to the loop? up and down
She's going twice
She's going the train comin round the bend
You know the train comin round the bend

And I'm out of nowhere
Takin' me back where I belong
I've been here once and I don't take it tonight
For the train comin round the bend
The train comin round the bend
OOOh Allright!


Oh! Sweet Nuthin'

Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street

And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all

Say a word for Polly May
She can't tell the night from the day
They threw her out in the street
But just like a cat she landed on her feet
And say a word for Joanna Love
She ain't got nothing at all
'Cos everyday she falls in love
And everynight she falls when she does

She said
Oh sweet nuthin'
You know she ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all

Oh let me hear you!

Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain't got nothing at all
Not a shirt right of his back
He ain't got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
Took the shoes right of his feet
To poor boy right out in the street

And this is what he said
Oh sweet nuthin'
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all
Oh sweet nutin'

She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all
She ain't got nothing at all


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