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How Does She Know?
03:04
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How does she know what she knows without looking?
She leads the revolution with the way that she’s cooking,
Going left when the crowd is leaning right,
Listening to angels in the middle of the night.
Peering out from her shades she sees into the shadows,
Reaching out her hand she grabs hold of the battle,
Nothing passes easy, nothing’s left to hide,
Her white charger is a streetcar, her lance a subway ride.
How does she know, what she knows, what she knows?
How does she know, what she knows, what she knows?
How does she know, what she knows, what she knows?
How does she know, what she knows, what she knows?
What does she know that she’s not telling?
What does she know that she won’t say?
Where does she get the strength that’s inside her?
How does she triumph day after day?
How does she know?
How does she do what she does without talking
Leading the revolt with the way that she’s walking?
With the tiniest of shifts in her splintered heart,
She’s gonna tear this whole wide world apart
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2. |
Broken Hearted Fool
04:25
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You don’t love me baby, we both know it’s true.
You don’t love me baby, there ain’t nothing we can do,
‘Cause love won’t be commanded,
It won’t do what you tell it to.
You don’t love me baby, and that ain’t gonna change.
You don’t love me baby, no matter how I rearrange.
The heart has its own fire, girl,
And it flickers with its own flame.
Your smell is on the bed sheets,
Your spices on the shelf,
Your music’s on my headset,
I can’t think of no one else.
Your cat it keeps on crying,
Your mail lies there unread,
I peer ’round each corner for you
You’re still spinning in my head.
‘Cause I still love you baby, I’m just a broken hearted fool.
Your heart’s flame has flickered out, girl,
But mine’s still burning bright and true.
You don’t love me baby, there is no kindness in the fact.
You don’t love me baby, my soul is stretched out on the rack.
There’s a bleak landscape before me,
And a cold wind’s howling at my back.
Ain’t the heart a strange thing,
Taking prisoners as it will,
It don’t ask permission,
When it sneaks in for the kill.
We were both so willing
For its fiery embrace,
But now I’m burning up inside
And you’re gone without a trace.
You don’t love me, baby, what more is there to say.
You don’t love me baby,
You’re already miles and miles away.
I’m just a broken hearted fool for you, honey,
‘Cause I still love you anyway,
‘Cause I still love you anyway,
I’m just a broken hearted fool.
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3. |
Resisting the Pull
04:47
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I’m sitting right down
Gonna stay a while resisting the pull.
I’m sitting on down
Gonna stay a while resisting the pull.
You can’t draw me to you
Playing on greed,
I’m not buying what I don’t need,
Resisting the pull,
Resisting the pull.
Empty condo’s selling peace of mind,
Empty temptations of every kind.
Expensive cars so you can go faster,
Expensive clothes to make you look like the master.
Pretty women selling dreams for the night,
Pretty handshakes to make your world right.
Spend your money so you won’t be alone,
Spend your money right from home.
The whole world’s telling us that we’re small,
The whole world’s turned into a shopping mall.
It doesn’t matter if you need it or not,
‘Cause baby don’t you know
It’s ‘bout the stuff that you got.
I’m not saying that it’s easy,
Sometimes I give up and give in,
But if you don’t try
They’ll suck you dry
You lose and they win.
They’ll take every dollar
Leave you dry as a bone
They don’t care if you end up on the street
All alone, no, no.
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4. |
Great Big Bottom
02:52
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My little girl she’s got a face so sweet,
It makes me wanna holler, it makes me wanna weep.
She’s got legs, man, they’re so fine,
They make me wanna walk the line.
Ooo my my she’s built like a tank,
She’s got money in the bank.
Talk about assets, well, man she’s got ‘em,
What tops it off is her great big bottom.
Her great big bottom,
She’s got a great big bottom,
She’s got a great big bottom,
And that’s all right with me.
She’s so high toned, it’s obscene,
Like some girl in a magazine.
When we go dancing, I feel like a king,
‘Cause everybody loves it when she shakes that thing.
When we go strolling accidents happen,
Some men whistle and some start clapping,
It’s enough to make you go into shock,
When my baby walks that walk – with he
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5. |
Walking Free
04:47
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Hey, whatcha’ doing
Down there in the dark?
That ain’t no place to sink on down,
That ain’t no place to park.
Of all the places
In the world so big and wide,
Why d’ya choose a prison?
It’s a foolish place to hide.
We can be captives,
Of many different kinds,
In isolation,
Held hostage by our minds.
Fear and anger,
Refusal to forgive,
They keep us locked up inside,
And that ain’t no way to live.
You could be walking free,
You could be walking free,
You could be walking free,
Liberty.
That door can open,
You have got the key.
Why don’t you come on out?
You can be walking free.
Come on and look up,
The sky is bright and blue.
It’s a brand new day,
And it’s waiting here for you.
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6. |
I Want You Back
03:29
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You walked out the door
Swinging those fabulous hips,
You muttered something rude,
But hey, I could read your lips.
You took the keys to the car
And the dog and the cat,
That pouting red mouth,
And my best ball cap.
You had your Prada over your shoulder
And your leopard skin purse,
And those stiletto heels you know I love
But I’ll tell you what’s worse,
You wore that grey pencil skirt,
With the zip up the back,
And I know you’re not wearing
Much under that.
You wore your red cashmere sweater
Pulled tight across the top
Showing off all your charm
Just in case I forgot.
Oh, sweet girl,
I’m beginning to see the error of my ways,
Give me one more chance,
Come on back and stay.
I want you back baby, I want you back.
I want you back baby, I want you back.
I want you back baby, I want you back.
O.K. alright I know
Things got a little out of hand,
I’ve been spending way too much time
With the boys in the band,
I know your birthday present wasn’t
Exactly what you had in mind,
And where your friends are concerned
I haven’t been perfectly kind.
But you know I’m a gentleman at heart
And I'm a lover too,
And if you’ll give me just one more chance,
I’m gonna prove it to you.
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7. |
Mayflower Blues
03:26
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I’ve been sitting by the Mayflower,
All this time, just waiting for you.
Right here at the Mayflower,
Wondering what you’re gonna do.
My bags are standing in the dockyard,
Beside a different point of view.
I’ve been sitting by the Mayflower
All this time, just waiting for you,
Right here at the Mayflower,
I swear I’m gonna see it through.
The dawn is breaking, and I am breaking too.
I wake up in the morning
And from the first light to the last
I’m cramped and cursed and kept down in my place.
But I’ve heard that in the new world
A man can be what he wants to be,
And mostly what I want is to be free.
I’m sitting here at the Mayflower,
Watching as they load up the rum.
Just sitting here at the Mayflower
Polishing my boots and my gun.
I’m still waiting for you baby,
I’m still hoping you’ll come.
How I talk and hold my knife,
My profile and my hands
They hold me in my place just like a vice.
But my dreams won’t be contained
Nor my worth stamped on a page,
A man can’t live his life inside a cage.
Well, I’m leaving on the Mayflower,
Hadn’t planned to leave without you.
I’m sailing on the Mayflower,
You have to do what you have to do.
I’m so sorry you’re not with me, wish you were sailing too.
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8. |
Let's Get It Right
03:43
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Oh, my sweet one,
I’m talking to you,
Come on let’s take a little stroll,
Let’s amble round the corner, babe,
And leave behind the rock and roll.
I’ve got words,
I’d like to whisper,
Words I’ve been saving just for you,
Seems like ages since we wandered
Arm in arm alone, just we two.
Would you like to hear some stories
About the way things might have been,
Or tales of how they might yet come to be?
I won’t take my eyes off you baby,
Just smooth talk you all night long,
I’m so hoping that you’ll spend this time with me.
Hip to hip,
Walking slowly,
I’m not rushing you through the night.
There’s nothing on in the morning,
So let’s take our time and get it right.
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9. |
Smooth Faced Blues
03:32
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My face is cracked-up little tiles,
Like some dried-up old river bed.
Searin’ desiccating hatred
Been blowin’ all round my head.
Why don’t you oil me?
Come on and oil me,
My love, anoint me,
Oil me some more.
My face been chiseled by the clever,
A pummeled Easter Island Dope.
I’ve been chipped right down, and tipped right down,
My face is runnin’ out of hope.
Eyes can create, so take my face,
And make my face and shape my face.
Ease round my eyes, all twisted from lies,
Knead my tired face I need your care,
Design me with your lovin’ stare.
My face truly polished by the smooth,
Been well buffed from all the push offs.
I got those low-down-dirty-down
Gone-all-featureless-smooth-face-blues.
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10. |
Hunger of the Heart
03:41
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We come from different places,
We all search different skies.
Sometimes we are foolish,
And sometimes we are wise.
We’re all searching,
For a pathway through the dark,
Driven by the hunger of the heart.
We wander and we wonder,
We pick through the debris,
Of a shattered landscape,
Where ain’t nobody free,
Through the mess and through the muddle,
That’s tearing us apart,
Driven by the hunger of the heart.
So hold on now,
Hold on tight,
Stand together,
Till the morning light.
You know, change takes time,
We need to hold each other tight,
And stand together,
In the morning light.
The sun rises each morning,
A parade of endless days,
We each have our burdens,
We all see in different ways.
But gathered all together,
Embracing all who roam,
The hunger of the heart will lead us home.
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11. |
It's Complicated
03:29
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I don’t want it to be said
That I hide my art in complication.
I don’t want it to be said
That I hide away from what is cruel.
I don’t want to think that I was capable of hatred.
But the truth, it’s complicated,
In truth it’s complicated.
I don’t want to spend my life
Chasing photoshopped realities,
Wanting for the easy things
You can touch and you can hold,
Quantifiable results that others have created,
But the truth, it’s complicated,
In truth it’s complicated.
Calculations, numbers, approved or not approved,
Everywhere are scales and measures leaving my soul bruised.
Where to rest, where to wander?
Where to be alone?
Where to curl up with Annie and whisper to a stone?
I don’t want to waste this life
With lofty self ambitions,
Slithering through the endless gutters,
Passing all those in need.
I don’t want to reach and fail until my breath is abated.
But the truth it’s complicated.
The truth it’s complicated.
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12. |
Ellen's Song
03:31
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Wondering in the morning how I’ll find you,
Wondering in the evening how you’ll be,
Knowing that the time is near to leave me behind,
And let yourself be set free.
Watching all the people that have loved you,
Watching the parade that passes by,
Listening to the gentle words of comfort,
And the sorrow in their sad goodbyes.
All your life you’ve struggled,
Just to make it through the day,
To breathe and stretch,
And tell us where you’ve been,
Courage comes in forms,
That we never would suspect,
And saintliness is not always serene.
Now after all the struggles,
Peace descends upon your soul,
You sleep so sound, it must be time to go.
Wondering in the morning where you’ll waken,
Wondering how it feels to drift away,
Knowing even now as tears begin to flow,
You’ll begin a bright new day,
You’ll begin a bright new day.
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13. |
No, No, No
03:45
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If you’re going down that road, babe,
You’re not going down it with me.
If you’re going down that road, babe,
You’re not going down with me.
Because the only thing down there,
Is a graveyard of use-to-be’s.
There’s nothing down that road,
But pain and misery.
I tell you there’s nothing down that road,
But pain and misery.
Go on ahead if you want to,
But you’re not going down it with me.
No, no, no,
I’m not coming with you,
No, no, no,
I mean it this time.
No, no, no,
Ain’t nothing but meanness,
No, no, no
Bad tempers and traffic fines.
No, no, no
I’m not coming with you,
No, no, no,
And I’m telling you that I mean it this time.
Just a pile of bad memories,
And a long list of ‘should have dones’,
Just a pile of sad memories,
And a very long list of ‘should have dones’,
Nothing good coming from it,
No love making babe, simply ain’t no fun.
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