

Whitman Out of ContextAs nothing receives me, it embraces Leisure-trip rides down 4th Avenue, Gleaming front-windows, weeping maids Stiletto silhouettes hover over usWhitman Out of Context
Pinch of summer-grass for summer-love Dream-escapees, climbing from broken bridge-slums With their psytrance jazz crooning through phones, Disjointed recollections of childhood fondness
Escape through their crying eyes, with one hand raised, Homemade pipe-bomb ready to blow the minds of A new Guevara-worshipping generation, Degeneration of ideals, live fast, die faster
Sois jeune et tais toi, forty years past


Some Crazy Nitemarish VisionI've seen the eyes of a wild poet in the gutter, With his fire that burned at high-noon, And I know why he howled at the moon 'S 'cause he's got a love-sick dove and her heart's all a-flutterSome Crazy Nitemarish Vision
I've seen the Man of a nation, He blew up gettin' all ready to holler At the Voice of an entire generation, 'S 'cause that poor boy he wasn't any scholar
I've seen a man all choked up Over some sweet pretty madonna She a'ways carried around her Queen's cup 'S all 'cause of some hard-core rockah
I've seen some young boy think all's alright He ain't never lef


Come, People, Light Your FiresCome, people, light your fires And I'll sing you the stories Of the great Dust Bowl Troubadour.Come, People, Light Your Fires
He wandered far and wide, That's some hard travellin', He went from the Coulee Dam All the way to east California Singin' his song, you know he sang it well.
Carried his guitar, some called 'im A pinko commie traitor rat, But that ain't true, all he did was tell em' They was all wrong and they was alright, Singin' 'bout the Greatest thing man has ever done, He sang it for me and you.
Well, he started gettin' tired and hungry And sick. A si


If You're Gonna Be A LadyListen to me, baby, I ain't askin' much from you But if you're gonna be a lady Quit doing what you do!If You're Gonna Be A Lady
Stop all your filthy ways, Comb your hair and dress nice, Start passing your days By heeding my tender advice!
Jackie, Marilyn and Audrey, They all got it right, yes, No time for things tawdry, They all watched who they kiss!
I don't have much time To care what you were like in your prime, Miss, you're down to a rolling stone, You've fallen from your throne!
So listen to me, baby, I'll say it once again, If


Whitman Out of ContextAs nothing receives me, it embraces Leisure-trip rides down 4th Avenue, Gleaming front-windows, weeping maids Stiletto silhouettes hover over usWhitman Out of Context
Pinch of summer-grass for summer-love Dream-escapees, climbing from broken bridge-slums With their psytrance jazz crooning through phones, Disjointed recollections of childhood fondness
Escape through their crying eyes, with one hand raised, Homemade pipe-bomb ready to blow the minds of A new Guevara-worshipping generation, Degeneration of ideals, live fast, die faster
Sois jeune et tais toi, forty years past


Two tickets to ParadiseTwo tickets to Paradise Take one and run Youll be better there Now youll know I care Two tickets to Paradise Take one and run Ill give up what I love most, leaving myself a ghost Two tickets to Paradise You took one and ran I paid the price, one of sacrifice.Two tickets to Paradise
Two tickets to Paradise screw Paradise.
ALIEN
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