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We'll Get Well
03:26
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WE’LL GET WELL
I KEEP HOPING YOU’LL COME HOME
I’VE STOPPED SMOKING BUT I’M NOT STRONG
I’M NO DIFFERENT NOW
BUT I SEE I WAS WRONG
I KEEP HOPING YOU’LL COME HOME
CHORUS:
IF YOU’D COME TO ME
WE COULD TALK A WHILE
DARLING WE’VE BEEN SICK A SPELL
BUT I THINK WE’LL GET WELL
WE BOTH JUST NEED SOME KINDNESS
AND A LITTLE FAITH WOULD HELP
DARLING, WE’LL GET WELL
I DON’T KNOW WHY I DON’T KNOW—
WHAT TO COVER OR WHAT TO SHOW
WHAT TO LEAVE OR WHEN TO GO
BUT I KEEP HOPING YOU’LL HOME
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18 heures
03:16
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18 Hours
NOW, WHEN EVERYTHING IS SAID AND DONE,
IT'S HARD TO SAY IF HE'S THE ONE
WHEN YOU'RE WALKING HOME,
AT 4 AM,
TRYING TO BEAT THE MORNING SUN.
NOW, YOU'RE LAUGHING 'CAUSE
THERE'S NO ONE THERE,
AND WONDERING IF YOU REALLY CARE,
AND THOUGH YOU REMEMBER KISSING HIM,
YOU'RE NOT SURE THAT'S ALL YOU'VE DONE.
TOMORROW MAY HOLD SORROW, BUT
THAT'S NOT REACHED YOU YET.
SO BEFORE THAT DARKNESS SWALLOWS US,
YOU’LL TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET.
BEFORE THE DARKNESS SWALLOWS US
YOU'LL TAKE WHAT YOU CAN GET.
THIS IS NOT SOME HOLIDAY
SO YOU'RE ON THE RUN
BENEATH THE GUN
AS DEADLINES COME & GO,
YOU KNOW NO TIME
TO DEAL WITH
HOW/WHAT YOU'RE FEELING. . .
THIS IS ONE MORE WORKING DAY,
SO YOU CAN'T SAY,
IF THERE'S A FUTURE. . . OR
WHAT YOU WANT TO DO,
OR WHAT IS TRUE
OR WHAT YOU'VE JUST IMAGINED.
NOW IT'S 10 PM AND YOU'RE HOME ALONE,
READING, DRINKING DIET SODA,
WHEN YOU PICK UP THE TELEPHONE
TO TEXT TO ASK HIM:
WHAT'S HE DOING....
THOUGH TOMORROW MAY HOLD SORROW,
IT'S NOT REACHED YOU YET.
SO BEFORE THIS DARKNESS SWALLOWS US
WE’LL TAKE WHAT WE CAN CAN GET.
BEFORE THIS DARKNESS SWALLOWS US
WE’LL TAKE WHAT WE CAN GET.
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3. |
1000x a Day
03:30
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1000x a Day
DON’T BE AFRAID
IT WON’T LAST LONG
IF YOU STIFFEN UP YOUR LIP
AND CARRY ON
CHORUS:
THOUGH IT’S NO PLAY
YOU WILL PLAY YOUR PART
AND 1000 TIMES A DAY
YOU’LL BREAK THIS HEART
I TAUGHT YOU WELL
TO LOVE THE LIE
ABOUT THE FOOLISH BOY
WHO LEARNS TO FLY
NOW I GUESS I’VE MY WAY
THE ONE YOU KNEW SO WELL
AND IF THE WORLD BECOMES A STAGE
THE LIGHT MUST COME FROM SOMEWHERE
YOU SEE THE SEA
BUT NOT THE SKY
YOU CAN’T FEEL THE WATER
FALLING FROM MY EYES
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4. |
The Wheel
02:57
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THE WHEEL
Honey, won't you take the wheel--
there's a bad bad feeling in the rear view mirror.
I'm sleepy but I'm awfully wired,
down on my Luckies, and dog dead tired
If the yellow line's our only friend--
With no beginning and no clear end,
so safe and true in every curve,
such a comfort to my jangled nerves.
Honey, won't you take the wheel--
there's a bad bad feeling in the rear view mirror.
I'm sleepy but I'm awfully wired--
and I think the car must be on fire.
If the yellow line's really all we need,
if we lose our souls, will we find our feet?
There're some signs ahead, that I still can't read,
but the traffic light's such a steady green.
Honey, won't you take the wheel--
there's a bad bad feeling in the rear view mirror.
I'm sleepy but I'm awfully wired,
And I think the car must be on fire.
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THE BALLAD OF LOVE THRU THE AGES
Long ago in ancient Troy
you were Helen when I was a boy
born and bred in Athens--
so nothing good could happen.
Then a few years later in the hills of Rome
I was a poet with a stately home and garden
that I shared with a man named Atticus,
But you hated us.
In Venice you were a Doge's bride
and blond and tall but too full of pride
to take me as your Cavalier
so I found many other lovers there.
CHORUS:
Love is not just lucky stars
or what you think of some boy's guitar
or how you laugh or what's your favorite meal.
it's so hard to know,
cause it all depends
on Who & What & Why & When
but maybe we can just pretend we'll find each other. . .
Some time later in Versailles France
You were among the most decadent
And I was your priest,
but it led us to the guillotine.
It was a bloody scene.
CHORUS
We met later out in Hollywood, but
I was bad, and you were good.
But after you met Douglas Fairbanks
You became a prostitute.
New York, New York could have worked out fine
cause I lived on 6 and you on 9.
but I worked days and you nightlme
and in five long years you never once said, "Hi."
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6. |
Victoria
03:35
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Anytime you hear the words, "No problem,"
you know your worries have just begun.
As she says shyly, she's got another lover,
And you hear your heart start fluttering,
And hope she's not the One.
As you hear your heart start fluttering,
You hope she's not the One.
She says, "You'll see--
as Plato once told Phaedrus--
'You know we all lack a harmony
because we're half ourself.'"
But Socrates is silent now,
So he can't say what's best.
When you hear your heart start stuttering,
you ask yourself, "What's next?"
When you hear your heart start stuttering,
you ask yourself, "What next?"
Gravity works well for two.
And falling isn't hard to do.
It's mostly just her point of view.
Or yours.
You do your work.
You find some time.
And if you lose this valentine,
You'll tell yourself,
"It's just as well," or
"Never mind."
Anytime you say the words, "I love you,"
You know your worries have just begun.
As she says sweetly, "But I've got another lover,"
And you hear your heart start fluttering,
And hope she's not the One.
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7. |
Everybody Dies
03:26
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Everybody Dies
I've heard you say:
Everybody dies one day.
--how everybody goes away,
No matter what they tell you,
of water's past as steam or snow.
About how much that we don’t know--
If energy or entropy really fills our soul;
& What Van Gogh felt that starry night;
And which is better fight or flight;
And what you see by heaven’s light;
when you hear the bullet strike you.
BUT MAYBE THERE'S NO REASON WHY
NO DESTINY
THOUGH WE ALL TRY
TO find A SELF
THAT MAKES SOME SENSE
before the end
NO GOOD OR BAD
NO GOD WHO CRIES
NO TEARS OF RAGE
no MORTAL LIES
NO SIN NO SONG NO RHYME NO SENSE
BEFORE THE END
THAT HAS NO END
You say: Don't ask me if we will last,
If this is future or just walking past,
if we're the face or just some mask,
If I've really hurt or helped you.
But I've heard you say,
though every story ends someday
how everybody needs a friend to
help us on our way.
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Guy Lesser Brooklyn, New York
Guy Lesser lives and works in a room of his own, with a view, on the waterfront of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York.
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