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Some
Athletes are students of the game
Their labor's puritanical
Their iron will's mechanical
Precise, they exemplify the ideal
Yes they do
But
The natural could never say the same
The unasked question answers
Why, of course their better dancers
They don't think, instincts react
They play by feel
Yes they do
They like to give you reasons
They like to act berserk
They like to take the credit
While you do all the work
So at the church or at the crossroads
No one wants your soul
And no one wants to talk to you
And no one wants to know.
No they don't
If you
Don't practice
I'd hate to contemplate
You know
The fact is
You'll suffer a worse fate
Well, you could go to Parchman Farm
Or come to some far greater harm
Trouble follows certain folks around
Yeah, trouble follows certain folks around
Yes it do
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12 Bars
03:03
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You've come to learn guitar today
This relic from an antique age
Is going to teach you how to play
Before his wits have gone astray
When he was young he played with ease
He played the birds down from the trees
His dulcet tones the girls did please
He played the strong men to their knees
Hmm
He once had lived his life so fast
A self-professed iconoclast
His sunken eyes now gawk aghast
With nostalgic sickness for the past
How could he turn the other cheek?
The world could inherit the meek
They're ripe, they stink, they smell, they reek
For none posses his fine technique
Oh
The man he struggles to make clear
Through the cigarettes and beer
The difference, my tone deaf dear
Between what you play and what you hear
So I will not reveal to you
A positive conclusive proof
You must divine the shape of it through
What I tell you not to do
Oh
Oh
Hoo
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3. |
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Well I'm the luckiest girl alive.
One of the 24 or 25
Girls especially selected
To crowd back stage and get inspected.
Behind that door when I get thru
He'll see a heart so pure and true
I'll step lightly to his arms
And He'll succumb to all my charms
Well, what the hell is wrong with me?
Did you see something you now don't see?
Up close I don't seem such a prize
Without the bright lights dazzling your eyes?
Plucked from the buffet but never tasted
Am I too wall eyed? Am I too thick waisted?
Makes me sad. I love him so
But now I'm rudely told to go!
She goes shoulders hunched and eyes cast down
No money for the underground
Through bombed out blocks she walks no stopping
Past shuttered shops nobody's shopping
All the kids love rock and roll
It fills the void and ???? the hole
With plenty for austerity
And beauty for brutality.
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4. |
Zeal
04:38
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I know what I know is so fundamentally
True and you know apostasy
What's done is done only one sound is right
Are you deaf? Do you want to fight?
Oh the sound struck me down like St Paul
Or Belshazzar and the wall
There is no blues but the blues and its avatar
Is Eric and his black guitar
Before I was without direction
My life a devilish torment
I'd wake in the dark, drag myself from my bed
Plunge headlong into chaos
Now it all has a meaning
Now it all has a purpose
I can pry some enjoyment
From my pointless employment
He's the only one that I endorse fully
I make my case so forcefully
Elevate the deity. A god. A saint
It says so in spray paint
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5. |
Pretty Bird
03:36
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Your eyes pose a question
They're asking of me
Are the way that things are
Be the way things must be
All that's the case
Is the state of affairs*
And nobody likes it
And nobody dares
If you'd married George
You'd not give up lightly
What you'd come to believe
What belonged to you rightly
We're somewhat attached
And I think I would miss him
So serious and soulful
With his bullshit** mysticism
I know what I want
Want what I know
And I know what I want
I want to go out,
Not sit around and pout
And I want to go out
I don't know what I want
Don't want what I know
I don't know what I want
I want to home
I'm not having fun
And I want to go hooooome!
It's so photogenic
How three crowd the frame
But our optic alignment
Well it can't be the same
Your hangdog expression
From the magazine spills
As you drown all your sorrows
In liquor and pills
Won't budge an iota
Won't give a scintilla
How can I chose between two
Shades of vanilla
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6. |
Hurtwood Edge
06:44
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Gentle blue clouds of
Warmth and apathy
I don't care
Sheltering shrouds are
Wafting and lofting me
I don't care
Earthly concerns no
Responsibility
'Cause I don't live there
I dwell in a place of peace and
Tranquilizingly
Tender care
Disappointment and
Quotidian trivia
Don't touch me
Handlers hangers on
Attend the myalgia
afflicting
Every cell, nerve
hair, root and fiber
Of my body
A tether runs from this to
Distant fields of poppies
silently growing
The words that I say are
Delphic, elliptical
And unclear
Voice remote and
hypothetical
hard to hear
The Way is clean and
pharmaceutical
Disappear
Until you're living in
Obscure oblivion
And don't care
At all
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7. |
It's Not Very Likely
05:12
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When you got out of college
The road ahead was clear
The car, the wife, the job, the lawn, the house
The kids to rear
Now metabolism's slowing
Signs of decay appear
Panic sometimes seizes you
And says, Get out of here.
As you drive to work one day
Upon the radio
The song it reaches out to you
Like somebody you know
Now you're hearing in his gentle voice
Rebellion without sacrifice
It's tempting to think that you could swap shoes
But it's not very likely that he shares your point of view
No it's not very likely that he shares your point of view
Steered clear of androgyny
His hair was neatly trimmed
Coked out in the 70s
Cast stones ye without sin
His blues walks hand in hand with his
Frumpy kind of manliness
And that, resonates so deeply, friend, with you.
But it's not very likely that he shares your point of view
No it's not very likely that he shares your point of view
The sultan finds his palace
Has ceased to pacify
You feel displeased and mild unease
As you muse on things to buy
The Janissary is staffed now
With one solitary haus frau
To whom it is a trial to remain true
And your life is filled with things you feel forced to do
It's possible the two of you
might get along quite well
Whom we prefer to spend our time
Nobody can tell
The common ground of kids and work
Might con-vince him you're not a jerk
Anything's possible, man
I suppose that's true
And later feeling bolder
Out comes the off-color joke
A secret smile plays 'round his lips
And disappears like smoke
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