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There’s a special place in Hell
The finest place of all to dwell
A home to every infidel
In our special place in Hell
There’s a special place in Hell
A thousand Casanova’s cells are
Guarded by the Jezabels
In our special place in Hell
We do our time in rented rooms
Repent our crimes as brides and grooms
In our special place in Hell
We pray these rings and vows repel
The storming of our citadel
In our special place in Hell
Here in our special place in Hell
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How Should I Know?
02:45
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How to be a real man?
Oozing with testosterone
Should I be tenacious?
A rabid dog that’s lost a bone
Should I say I love you if that’s not really so?
I must confess I’ve only questions
How should I know?
Got to have a routine
Got to be spontaneous
Got to show emotion
Got to be retraineous
Keep your upper lip stiff, but try to let it go
Faced with all these contradictions
How should I know?
Got to see the future
With one eye on yesterday
Reach all destinations, but
Don’t miss out along the way
Try out for the male lead but accept a cameo
Faced with all this misdirection
How should I know?
I must confess I’ve only questions
How should I know?
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You kissed my head yesterday
It was as if the sun stopped burning
Don’t trouble - don’t lose any sleep
We’ll be fine
You don’t want to want me anymore
You held my hand yesterday, and
It was like a fly stopped buzzing
Don’t trouble - don’t lose any sleep
We’ll be fine
You don’t want to want me anymore
As God is my witness she’s scaring me witless you see
I’ve no mal-intent so please try to invent
Whatever it is that you need
I held my breath yesterday
It was as if a weight was lifting
As if the earth was shifting
Don’t trouble - don’t lose any sleep
We’ll be fine
If you don’t need to need me
You don’t have to have me
If you don’t want to want me anymore
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V1 Two places both alike in dignity
Juliet – Will County – Des Plaines River city
One cabin to a Broadway, the way us white folk do
Once the Black Hawk War was done ‘round 1832
(Once the Black Hawk War was won ‘round 1832)
Ch1 Comes round 1845 we’re gonna change our name
Since we called us Joliet things never been the same
Cornelius Van Horne adorned his bridge with a parapet
Not in Romeoville, in Joliet
V2 From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
Romeo - Will County, Illinois – ‘Stone City’
South-west of Chicago, a twenty-six mile drive
We’d murdered Big Chief Chippewa by 1835
(They’d murdered Big Chief Chippewa by 1835)
Ch2 Poking fun at Joliet, we’re gonna to change our name
99 more years from now we’re putting out the flame
Louis Hamann’s joining Miller’s barbershop quartet
In Romeoville, not in Joliet
Ch3 On someone’s birthday, ’95, we’re gonna to change our name, and
In another 99 be putting out the flame
Offerman will lead us from beyond our TV set
Egotistico Fantastico will Steiner someone yet
By ’23 Nathaniel shoots that family and their pet
In Romeoville, as in Joliet
Romeoville as in Joliet.
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Simple
02:55
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That’s enough now, turn it in
Get out the way and let the day begin
Leave me be now, step aside
Change your lane before our worlds collide
Try to keep it simple
A couple of hours at a time
Take it easy, it’s just a game
Remember Texas and what you became
Call your father, who’s that for?
You’re just leaning on an open door
Try to keep it simple
A couple of hours at a time
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The Teacher
02:39
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I want to be just like The Teacher
Just like The Teacher
V1. In life he only dealt in fact
Wild hair and Panama hat
Drinking with the Greek
With the junkies and the carpetbaggers
Spenglers and Marquis de Sade-ers
Thinking on his feet
Br. They were the ugly people of the world, and
He loved them because they were ugly
Ch. I want to be just like The Teacher
Just like The Teacher
V2. He’d ask what we would like to know
They could make bulbs that never blow, and
Everlasting tires
He’d counted up the cost of living
Despite all his wife’s misgivings
Walking higher wires
Br. They were the crazy people of the world
She loved him because he was crazy
Ch. I want to be just like The Teacher
Just like The Teacher
Br. We are the wasted people of the world
He loved us because we were wasted
Ch. I want to be just like The Teacher
Just like The Teacher
Exactly like The Teacher
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7. |
Asking for a Friend
02:24
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I’ve never been a marquee player
My faculty’s not one you’d recommend
I’m not one of life’s swingers or its swayers, but
Tonight, I’m asking for a friend
It’s like I’m in a book by Kafka
A nightmarish condition I’d contend
Now lying here before the morning after
Tonight, I’m asking for a friend
I promise you’ll be handsomely rewarded
My problem is within and not without
No need to find it sinister or sordid
I just need your help to work it out
I’ve never read a book by Kafka
I tried but it’s too much to comprehend
Now lying here before the morning after
Tonight, I’m asking for a friend
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Filament
02:34
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I love as much as the next man
Nothing’s ever permanent
This heart’s as dark as the Batman
We should check the filament
‘Cos once it’s gone it’s gone
I care as much as the next man
Of that there’s no argument
We should consider our game plan
We should check the filament
‘Cos once it’s gone it’s gone
We’ve got ourselves a wicked problem
Cheaper now than gasoline
We’ll pacify the baying mob by lacking
Trust and self-esteem
I think as much as the next man
The hope of the enlightenment
The bulb is blown in my head, man
We should check the filament
‘Cos once it’s gone it’s gone
Once it’s gone it’s gone
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Pass It On
02:30
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Mary sleeps alone again
It’s all she’s ever known but then it suits her
Mary is our leader, pass it on
May takes her daily pill
Then teases right from wrong until it suits her
Mary is our leader, pass it on
She’ll roll her eyes at your clever line
Not old or wise just not a philistine
Mary hates a crowd because
She’ll sometimes pray out loud just as it suits her
Mary is our leader, pass it on
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Royal Variety Show
02:59
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V1 I’m watching on a monitor, standing in the wings
Keeping this show on the road for uninterested Kings
Next act’s a comedian who’s won a competition
I can tell as he walks on he’s made a strange decision
V2 Like Kid Rock’s kid in vest and shorts and boots he’s left untied
His highly polished silver shotgun’s really caught the light
He strafes the room, shouts ‘Anyone who sits below their gen!’
I have no idea what he meant
Ch Two well-known women in their underwear think about kissing
Top man in television live production knows what he’s missing
Off with their rocks, a right royal con, cut away to T&A
Up in his box the King’s looking on
Forcing down his curds and whey
V3 I’m running through the theatre, screaming for my life
Stamping over every husband, daughter, son and wife
Next thing I know seem to’ve made it out into the street
Me and a couple ‘hundred more with blood beneath our feet
V4 News reporters queue to file their camera pieces now
Fighting to be first to tell us who, what, why and how
The King is ushered past us and he tells us what we missed
Those semi-clothed celebrities that kissed
Ch Two well-known women in their underwear think about kissing
Top man in television live production knows what he’s missing
Off with their rocks, a right royal con, cut away to T&A
Up in his box the King’s looking on
Forcing down his curds and whey
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11. |
Too Cold for Snow
02:37
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Too tired to sleep
Too good to go
Too brave to weep and too cold for snow
Dawn’s song unsung
Chorus sunk low
Too much too young and too cold for snow
Hard top believe
Stories get sold
Message received
Printed in bold
Misunderstood
Under attack
Turning our heads and turning our back
Firmament fell
Reap what you sow
Too soon to tell and too cold for snow
Too tired to sleep
Too good to go
Too brave to weep and too cold for snow
Too far to fall
Too dumb to know
Too close to call and too cold for snow
Too close to call and too cold for snow
Too far to fall and too cold for snow
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Sunday, Jerry's Place
03:54
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Jerry is a good man
He’d let us hang out at his place
If we weren’t at school
While he worked out the night-shift
It was Sunday, Jerry’s place
He’d always say ’don’t catch it on fire!’
Voices yelling down the wire
What the fuck is Jerry gonna say?
Charlie was a good kid
As lonely as a crowded room
Caught up in the flames
Fast asleep while the house burned
It was Sunday, Jerry’s place
He’d always say ’don’t catch it on fire!’
Voices yelling down the wire
What the fuck is Jerry gonna say?
Charlie – they made me do it
There was hardly any talking at all
It was Sunday, Jerry’s place
He’d always say ’don’t catch it on fire!’
Voices yelling down the wire
What the fuck is Jerry gonna say?
It was Sunday, Jerry’s place
What the fuck is Jerry gonna say?
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Malcolm Charles Moore Chelmsford, UK
Malcolm Charles Moore wasn’t born in a taxi on Sunset. His mother didn’t murder his father in a jazz club and his father never shot him to save his soul. He has never gone down to the crossroads. There's no reason why he should choose to express himself through music that lands somewhere between alt-folk and the Great American Songbook - between Cohen & Cahn, Callahan & Carmichael - but he does. ... more
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