Ah, somebody's gotta listen
To a promise or two
This room is far too small
For a pilgrim like you
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They're offering you your freedom,
Yeah you need 'em now - you're wild
Blessed is the memory
Of everybody's child.
Ah, but now that you've decided
To follow the sun,
Like a shadow of waiting there
Or a king on the run
Your chains are too tight
For these seas you must swim.
You're smiling at the seaweed,
But your smile is much too grim.
Costing you your freedom, yeah,
Even now you're wild,
But blessed is the memory
Of eveybody's child
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Store Room
Ça c'est une nouvelle chanson,
c'est Store Room, Store Room...
Dépôt? Quelque chose comme ça.
The place where everything comes from,
One,
...Storeroom....
One, Two, Three, Four ...
I love you
Without really caring
Whom you love:
Yeah my hands below the belt;
Or my hands above;
In the arms of other men;
Or in my bed again.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom.
Oh, I love to see you sitting there upon your golden throne.
Your little preachers
All around you
Being born.
And your prophet, straight and tall,
To undermine it all.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From your storeroom, Storeroom!
Yeah ol' Shakespeare - he said it all,
And he said no more.
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And he left me
Feeling just like
A two bit whore.
Well the silence -
It broke my heart;
'Till I
Spread my legs apart.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom!
Oh, my love, let us continue what has been begun -
Praying for:
The mother and the father,
The daughter and the son.
But should one refuse to come, no, {'count notes'??}
It does not subtract the sum.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom, StoreRoom, STOREROOM!
It's not a wind
That keeps you up,
It's not the snow,
It's not the moon -
Coming like a headlight
Through your window;
It's not the thumbnail on the screen
That scrapes away your dream;
It's just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, storeroom, Storeroom!
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And the news of all these burning towns - you don't
Really mind -
Just a spool that you turn,
And you turn -
And he won't unwind.
You know these wars - that you did not start -
They do not tear your sleep apart -
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom, STOREROOM!
I loved you, without really caring
Who it is you love:
My hands below the belt;
Or my hands above;
In the arms of other men;
Or in my bed again.
He's just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom.
ahh....
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Do I Have To Dance All Night?
I'm forty-one. The moon is full.
You make love very well.
You touch me like I touch myself.
I like you, mademoiselle.
You're so fresh and you're so new.
I do enjoy you, miss.
There's nothing I would rather do
Than move around just like this.
But do I have to dance all night?
Do I have to dance all night?
Oh tell me - bird of paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?
You never have to tell me what
It is you really think of me, alright.
Let's say I'm doing fine,
But do I have to dance all the night?
But do I have to dance all night?
But do I have to dance all night?
Ooh tell me Bird of Paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?
I learned this step awhile ago.
I had to practice it while everybody slept.
I waited half my life for you, you know.
I didn't even think that you'd accept.
And here you are before me in the flesh,
saying "yes, Yes, - YES!"
But do I have to dance all night?
Do I have to dance all night?
Come on, tell me, - Bird of Paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?
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I learned this step awhile ago.
I had to practice it while everybody slept.
I waited half my life for you, you to know,
I never really thought that you'd accept.
And here you are before me in the flesh,
saying "yes, Yes, -- YEAH..!"
- Come on now...
But do I have to dance all night?
Do I have to dance all night?
Oh tell me Bird of Paradise,
Do I have to dance all night?
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Misty Blue
Oh but it's been such a long, long time.
Thought I'd got you off my mind.
Looks like I can't, just the thought of you
turns my whole world a misty blue.
Just the mention of your name
fans the flicker to a flame.
I can't forget the things we used to do.
My whole world turns misty blue.
You know I should forget you
I really should,
and heaven knows that I tried.
But when I told you,
when I said that we were through
deep in my heart I lied
Baby, oh what a long, long time.
Thought I'd get you off my mind.
Oh but I can't, just the thought of you
turns my world misty blue
And the very mention of your name
fans the flicker to a flame.
I think of things we used to do,
my whole world turns misty blue.
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Blues By The Jews (Billy Sunday)
as sung in 1979 in Brighton
My name is Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God.
They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
And God is always angry
Just in case you think He's not
He's angry at your body
For reasons that are His
He doesn't like your body
According to reasons that are only His
I'd like you to know He's very very angry
But that's just the way He is
He's angry at the spirit
That is turned away from Him
He's angry at the spirit
That's turned away from Him
If He ever gets His Hands on it
He's gonna tear it limb from limb
They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
And God is always angry
Just in case you think He's not
He's angry at the universe
He drives him up the wall
I could say for a fact
He's not pleased with this universe
He drives him up the wall
He's sorry that He ever thought of you and me at all
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He's angry when you're dying
And He's angry when you're dead
And you're always one or the other
He's angry when you1re dying
And He's angry when you1re dead
And He's furious at me
For everything I've ever said
If you feel His anger some night
Let's say in a
