1. |
Valley Revisited
01:31
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[spoken]
lord i lived in the valley and the wind was so sweet and nothing could move me
out of my window you could see right across the valley
i took to travel and found myself flying across the great clay land
and everywhere you lay your hand the lakebed turned to sand
moved to the city where i tumbled and turned and the world lived me by
you'd wake in the morning and look out your window and couldn't see a reason why
couldn't walk off i had planted myself and all the money went dry
and now you know why the grass is greener on the other side
lord i lived in the valley and the wind was so sweet and nothing could move me
[sung]
lord i lived in the valley
and the wind was so sweet
and nothing could move me
But a chorus rose: Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
Where is the valley?
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2. |
Some Kinda Love
02:44
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some kinds of love marguerita told mike
between thought and expression lies a lifetime
situations arise because of the climate
and no kinds of love are better than others
and no kinds of love are better than others
some kinds of love marguerita told mike
like a dirty French novel, the absurd and the vulgar
some kinds of love the possibilities are endless
and for me to miss one, that would be groundless
yes that would be groundless
heard what you said marguerita heard me
and of course you're a bore, but in that you're not charmless
cause a bore is a straight line that finds wealth in division
and some kinds of love are mistaken for visions
some kinds of love are mistaken for visions
put the jelly on your shoulder, let's do what you fear most
from which you recoil but it makes your eyes moist
jelly on your shoulder baby
lie down on the carpet
between thought and expression, let's all kiss the culprit
move it on, move it on, move it on
some kinds of love marguerita told mike
between thought and expression lies a lifetime
situations arise because of the climate
and no kinds of love are better than others
no kinds of love are better than others
no kinds of love are better than others
no kinds of love are better than others
no kinds of love are better than others
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3. |
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A weary rake and a young man could sing
on the murder of our resources, genocide of our children
of the breaking day, of the breaking news of our wasteland
The man at his desk, can he remember the days
as a weary rake and a young man?
How many billions of dollars? Billions the slums will never see.
Or prisons, or Indians, or mental institutions,
or clinics, or addicts, or alcoholics,
another landing today, successful.
Young men die, bodies pierced and mutilated,
limbs severed and rotting lying in foreign jungles
unrest goes on checked by more deaths
[A weary rake and a young man]
sprawled in the gory pools of coagulated blood
[A weary rake and a young man]
how long is this all going to last?
[A weary rake and a young man]
He says he'll look into it tomorrow, Death,
[A weary rake and a young man]
because where man's head is at today, brothers...
[A weary rake and a young man]
A weary rake and a young man could sing
on the murder of our resources, genocide of our children
of the breaking news of our wasteland.
Can he remember the days
as a weary rake and a young man?
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4. |
Who Knows
03:08
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lady, don't you know me by now
don't you know my name
don't you know my ways
don't you know
the type of man that I say I am
oh lady, don't you know me
don't you know me by now
know my habits and know my pains
don't you know the man I say I am
lady, could I fool you
could I pull the wool over your eyes
and if you never knew...
whole year gone,
a whole year gone
never lived to tell a lie, and I will not begin to try
to make sense of the world around me as I find my way around it
never made much sense at all, the way you'd hear em all bawl
how they'd had it all, and now they've got nothing
make you feel a hundred years old, the way the old story's been told
everyone's going around saying bold things, and bold faced lies
got a face like a fish and twice the stink
man wouldn't know his head from the sink
he doesn't have a single clue what he's doing around here,
and neither do you
know exactly the kind of man I am,
the one who runs and the one who slams
the one who stays and the one who breaks
the one who drinks and the one who flakes
the one who came and the one who went
the one who stayed and the one unbent
the one who lied, the one who froze,
the one who died, the one who broke,
the one, the man I am, the man I am,
the man I am, the man I am
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6. |
Rattling like a Receiver
03:10
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7. |
Hand Drum (Interlude)
01:58
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8. |
No Idea/Drifter Dream
02:13
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there's an old ghost living
in the dirtiest darkest part of your mind
what do you suspect he's gonna find
nothing left to hide
lord nothing left to hide
how far is your soul gonna roll down the line?
how far can you throw it all behind?
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9. |
Jane
01:24
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fifteen sisters, doorknock mister
came around the block, coulda sworn you just missed her
down in all black like its going out of style
not in the profile, couldn't you stay a while?
I said,
so long kid said I'm keeping it hid
caught me on the backfoot, graspin for phone book
know the plan like my red right hand
and the quarantine blues got me running again
hey jane where you going to,
where you coming from, what you gonna do?
hey jane
hey jane, blowing through
gonna blow me down, gonna see right through
hey jane
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10. |
Weary and Roaming
02:37
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lord, won't you find me in gossamer
under your shady tree
lord, won't you dredge me up
from the bottom of the sea
lord, won't you find for me
a home to call my own
and lord, wont you give me
a million miles to roam
yes, a million miles to roam
i want what you can't give
and what i'll never have
so if you can't give it to me
i'll steal where I can
yes lord, steal where I can
death is coming up from behind
and darkness from below
there's nothing more you'll do for me
baby, i'm moving far too slow
i'm moving so far too slow
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lonesome am I, I wished I would die
nobody cares for me
lonesome am I, I wished I would die
nobody cares for me
one bright-light moonlit night the moon shining bright
you and I made love
wasn't I true what I said unto you?
I moaned like a turtledove
I'm coming home, no more to roam
darling, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, no more to roam
darling, I'm coming home
lonesome am I, I wished I would die
nobody cares for me
lonesome am I, I wished I would die
nobody cares for me
I'm coming home, no more to roam
darling, I'm coming home
I'm coming home, no more to roam
darling, I'm coming home
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