Fornits
General Interest => Let It Bleed => Topic started by: starry-eyed pirate on March 24, 2006, 01:18:00 AM
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...Did'ja feel like Jesus...???
::dove::
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Don't take me alive.......
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On 2006-03-24 11:02:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Don't take me alive......."
"I just" listened to that one! I shit you not!!
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On 2006-03-24 11:32:00, Anonymous wrote:
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On 2006-03-24 11:02:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Don't take me alive......."
"I just" listened to that one! I shit you not!! "
wow, I guess I do feel like Jesus!
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Agents of the law
Luckless pedestrian
I know you're out there
With rage in your eyes and your megaphones
Sayin' all is forgiven
Mad Dog surrender
How can I answer ???
A man of my mind can do anything
I'm the Inn-keepers son
I don't want to shoot no-one
Well I crossed my ol' man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive.
Got a case of dynamite
I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my ol' man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive.
Can you hear the evil crowd ???
The lies and the laughter
I hear my inside
The mechanized hum of another world
Where no sun is shining
No red light flashing
Here in this darkness
I know what I've done
I know all at once who I am
I'm the Inn-Keepers son
I don't want to shoot no-one
Well I crossed my ol' man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive
Got a case of dynamite
I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my ol' man back in Oregon
Don't take me alive.
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In the mornin' You go gunnin'
For the man who stole your water
And you fire til he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street.
You go back Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin' round and round
You go back Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your 2 timer
And your sure your near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'
You'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin' round and round
You go back Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us
That you're not a gamblin' man
Then you find your back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when your able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table
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Bodhisattva
Won't you take me by the hand
Bodhisattva
Won't you take me by the hand
Can you show me
The shine of your Japan
The sparkle of your China
Can you show me
Bodhisattva
Bodhisattva
I?m gonna sell my house in town
Bodhisattva
I?m gonna sell my house in town
And I?ll be there
To shine in your Japan
To sparkle in your China
Yes I?ll be there
Bodhisattva
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I could be wrong but I have seen your face before;
You were the man that I saw running from the store
You owed him money, but you gave him something more with a gun.
With a gun you will be what you are just the same.
Did you pay the other man with the piece in your hand
And leave him lyin' in the rain?
You were the founders of the clinic on the hill
Until he caught you with your fingers in the till.
He slapped your hand so you settled up your bill with a gun.
[chorus]
When you're born to play the fool
And you've seen all the western movies,
Woe to the one who does you wrong.
You'll hide in the bushes,
Murder the man with luger in hand.
I understood that you will soon be leavin' town;
Don't try to call me when they fin'lly run you down.
Just give fair warning any time you come around with a gun.
[chorus]
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Fucking hate Steely Dan..In fact they aqre one of the 20 reasons I refuse to listen to the radio
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But then I get the impression that you're not really into funk (which is an undeniable characteristic of Steely Dan) of any kind that much anyway, are ya? So I guess it would make sense that you don't like them...
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I always thought they were more jazz influenced than funk, though you can tell they are WAY into Motown soul. I guess I can see what you're saying, though.
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..kind of a conglomeration. frod.
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...yeah...
The King Of The World-
Hello 1 and all
...(my comment; not lyrics: allow me to get high for a minute now...)
Was it you I used to know...
Can't you hear me call
On this old ham radio
All I got to say
I'm alive and feelin' fine
If you come my way
You can share my poison wine
CHORUS:
No marigolds in the promised land
There's a hole in the ground
Where they used to grow
Any Man left on the Rio Grande
Is the King of the World
As far as I know(my comment: mythological, man.)
I don't want your bread
I don't need your helpin' hand
I can't be no savage
I can't be no Hiwayman
Show me where you are
You and I will spend this day drivin' in my car, through the ruins of Santa Fe
Chorus,
I'm reading last years papers
Although I don't know why, Assasins, cons and rapists, might as well die. If you come around, no more pain and no regrets.
Watch the Sun go brown
Smokin cobalt cigerrettes
There's no need to hide
Taking things the EZ way...if I stay inside I might live til Saturday.
Chorus.
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I would love to tour the Southland
In a travelling minstrel show
Yes I'd love to tour the Southland
In a traveling minstrel show
Yes I'm dying to be a star and make them laugh
Sound just like a record on the phonograph
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago, oh yeah
I have never met Napoleon
But I plan to find the time
I have never met Napoleon
But I plan to find the time
'Cause he looks so fine upon that hill
They tell me he was lonely, he's lonely still
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago, oh yeah
I stepped up on the platform
The man gave me the news
He said, You must be joking son
Where did you get those shoes?
Where did you get those shoes?
Well, I've seen 'em on the TV, the movie show
They say the times are changing but I just don't know
These things are gone forever
Over a long time ago, oh yeah
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We're gonna break out the hats and hooters
When Josie comes home
We're gonna rev up the motor scooters
When Josie comes home to stay
We're gonna park in the street
Sleep on the beach and make it
Throw down the jam till the girls say when
Lay down the law and break it
When Josie comes home
When Josie comes home
So good
She's the pride of the neighborhood
She's the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a Roman
With her eyes on fire
Jo would you love to scrapple
She'll never say no
Shine up the battle apple
We'll shake 'em all down tonight
We're gonna mix in the street
Strike at the stroke of midnight
Dance on the bones till the girls say when
Pick up what's left by daylight
When Josie comes home
When Josie comes home
So bad
She's the best friend we ever had
She's the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a Roman
With her eyes on fire
When Josie comes home
So good
She's the pride of the neighborhood
She's the raw flame
The live wire
She prays like a Roman
With her eyes on fire
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And they wandered in
From the city of St. John
Without a dime
Wearing coats that shined
Both red and green
Colors from their sunny island
From their boats of iron
They looked upon the promised land
Where surely life was sweet
On the rising tide
To New York City
Did they ride into the street
See the glory
Of the royal scam
They are hounded down
To the bottom of a bad town
Amid the ruins
Where they learn to fear
An angry race of fallen kings
Their dark companions
While the memory of
Their southern sky was clouded by
A savage winter
Every patron saint
Hung on the wall, shared the room
With twenty sinners
See the glory
Of the royal scam
By the blackened wall
He does it all
He thinks he's died and gone to heaven
Now the tale is told
By the old man back home
He reads the letter
How they are paid in gold
Just to babble in the back room
All night and waste their time
And they wandered in
From the city of St. John without a dime
See the glory
Of the royal scam
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CHORUS:
While the Poor people sleepin
With the shade on the light
While the poor people sleepin'
All the stars come out at night
After closin time
At the Guernsey fair
I detect the El Supremo
From the top of the stairs
Well I've been around the world
And I've been to the Washington Zoo
And in all my travels
As the facts unravel
I've found this to be true
CHORUS
They got the house on the corner
With the rug inside
They got the booze they need
All that money can buy
They got the shapely bods
They got the Steely Dan T-shirt
And for the coup-de-gras
They're outrageous
CHORUS
Show biz kidz makin movies
Of themselves, You know they
Don't give a fuck about anybody else
CHORUS
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Just heard an interview w/ Donald Fagan on Sirius radio. Not bad, they played his new solo album and some Steely Dan stuff in between questions.