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Miss Lonelyhearts Part 1
06:00
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Miss Lonelyhearts,
Won’t you write to me?
O in the newspaper, please
Won’t you publish me?
Miss Lonelyhearts,
Well I never looked good
Won’t you help me if you would?
I’d do anything you say if I could
Miss Lonelyhearts
O well I’ve always been ugly
I’d understand it if you snubbed me
I just want you to reach out and hug me
Miss Lonelyhearts
I could send you a photograph
But only if you promise not to laugh
I don’t want to feel your wrath (I would die)
Miss Lonelyhearts
The truth is I got a hole in my face
It’s little but I feel like such a disgrace
Sometimes I just want to be replaced
Sincerely,
Desperate In Cincinnati
P.S. You could change my mind
You just have to treat me gentle, treat me real kind
Miss Lonelyhearts,
O won’t you write me a song?
Everything’s going wrong
I know it couldn’t take you too long
Miss Lonelyhearts,
Well I can’t really walk
And this isn’t something that I would normally talk
About, but you shine out to me like bright white chalk
Miss Lonelyhearts
Is it worth all the pain?
Just for minimum pay
O is that the only way?
Miss Lonelyhearts
Am I at all worthy?
You’ve got the answers, you’re the key
Could you do for me what you did for that lady with cancer on page three?
O I’m truly yours
I am truly yours, but don’t publish this
I’m truly yours, keep it between us
I’m truly yours
Miss Lonelyhearts,
O well I’ll start off with “I know you’re a man”
But don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m your biggest fan
I’ll do anything for you if I can
Miss Lonelyhearts
O won’t you just be my savior
Can’t you cure all my misbehavior?
You just have to stay in the office a little later
Miss Lonelyhearts
I suppose I’m just like you
I give out insane advice too
And people do what I tell them to do
Miss Lonelyhearts
But I am not, O, I’m not fulfilled
I’m still on the bottom of the hill
Couldn’t you fix what my guts spill?
Miss Lonelyhearts
Well you’ve got a spark
You can spread light through the dark
Couldn’t I get just one simple remark?
I’m truly yours
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There’s such a kindness in an old man’s eyes
But despair is in his mind
And there’s holes in his teeth
And aches in his feet
And love, O love is on his tongue
That’s not all that there is
I wish that was all that there is
He’ll reach out to everyone in sight
But the talk always returns to his plight
And anger can always break through every smile
Though he’d treat everyone of you as his little, little, little child
O how can love be reconciled?
Coz at the root of every mood
Lies the simple knowledge of ingratitude
After years and years of solitude
After years and years of providing all the food
And he’ll stop the strangers on the bus to tell all the other tasks
But it’s not tough to ask (and he knows he’s got to ask) at the end of the day
What could he want in return? What is left for him to learn?
What to cool that always glowing temper?
That burning, burning ember
And he still can’t seem to remember. What is that? He can’t remember
That’s why he talks to people he’s never met about everything he didn’t get
What is it he couldn’t remember?
Hey miss…….O it’s coming back to me
To give, to give and not receive,
should not be mourned, it should not be grieved
No, and love in return has always got to be believed
It can’t be proven. But who doesn’t have doubts that just exceed?
They dig deep empty holes, deep down, then filled with need
O Why can’t they recede?
I know it’s a tide, I know you didn’t lie
O Can’t they just recede permanently?
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Miss Lonelyhearts Part 2
03:56
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Dear sick-of-it-all and desperate,
Won’t you please rest it?
Coz I am sick too.
Miss Lonelyhearts-of-Miss Lonelyhearts
O You just taunt me
I know I’m not godly
But I still wish I could be
I do get a paycheck
But it ain’t worth heck
It ain’t worth half of what you put me through
Miss Lonelyhearts-of-Miss Lonelyhearts
You fly up in the sky crowned in light
Can’t you make me feel alright?
Miss Lonelyhearts-of-Miss Lonelyhearts
Can’t you give me some guidance, can’t you give it to me please?
I’m a phony, I’m a fraud
Well I thought I could handle any pathetic
But it’s just all the dramatic rhetoric
I can’t handle it, it pushed me over the edge, it pushed me through
I thought it through
And you’re all wrong about me
That makes it worse, I’m as sinful as you ever could be
And I know I’m as self-pitying, too
That’s what makes it so cruel
I know it, I know I’m as bad as you
But I want to show you something true
I want to show it to you, but it just runs and runs away
And I’m chained to the past
And I just can’t get past
Miss Lonelyhearts-of-Miss Lonelyhearts
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Hitchcock's Song
05:29
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O Girl, what if I made you bleach your hair?
Your beautiful hair
Your detailed hair
Your delicate hair
You take such care
O I wouldn’t do it with force
I’d do it with words, of course
They attack like birds, but worse
They hit you when you’re safe
You curse, you’re hurt
Well I’d say, “You’d just look so much better.”
And after days and days, and days, I would have you in my fetters
You would be mine all mine, mine all mine, forever
O I’d be wrong
I hope I’d be wrong
I don’t want that control
I don’t want to grab hold of your soul and not let go
And God wouldn’t say a word
If He did, He wouldn’t be heard
O God please say a Word
But you, you can still make me feel
like a jerk in my tucked-in shirt and dark sunglasses
Maybe you could offer some classes
Telling how to rise above the masses
Yet still object to every time they’re harassed
Tell me what’s acceptable fun
Then everything would be fine, everything would be dumb
But O mama
Why do you need to look so tough?
Coz you know your life ain’t too rough
O well you just take, take, take all those photographs
Never ever letting yourself laugh
What’s it like to never smile
After such, such a long while?
You just stare off with your dead, cold eyes
Making yourself look like you’re not afraid to die
But who are you trying to convince?
And how long has it beeen since
You had any real emotion?
You’re not some kind of ocean
You’re a person, just like me
And to be free is to never have certainty
To be completely free is to never have certainty
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Moon Beams
08:28
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O Annabelle Lee
Why can’t anything be free?
Do you remember when we would talk for hours?
And I didn’t know yet, you were stuck up in your golden tower
O What fun, O what fun
When I didn’t know there was nothing that could be done
But was any of it even real?
Can you ever just trust what you feel?
I don’t know. But I know for it to be real, we would have to formally agree
But Annabelle Lee, I could never make you say those things out loud
Well I guess maybe it’s coz we’re both too proud
But how nice was it when our flame looked brightly lit?
Just one blush would set the prairie in a rush
And the lush leaves would dance on the trees
And then the grass and hay would sway in the breeze
Brushing your knees, kissing your knees
Our lilac love in full bloom
With that sweet flower smell filling every room
O how could it resume?
When it’s only left me drenched in gloom, building my own tomb
You’ve got a fortress made of steel
I guess that was always the deal
Well you’ve got some kind of man, you’ve got some kind of rock
But I don’t know why that always comes as such a shock
And you, you’re just another privileged white male
I think you all should be thrown in jail
You make my face burn red
I wish you heard every word I ever said
And he taps out crazy rhythms on your back
Does he think he deserves that?
Does anyone deserve that? Nononononono
Then he rubs his knee against your leg
O He should have to beg
He should have to get down on the floor and beg
But he’s a lot like me
He just seems everything for free
That’s the way it seems to be
But maybe I should say, I don’t know exactly what he pays
But for what he gets he should be your slave
But what about me?
I must be some kind of masochist
The way I stick around you like this, waiting on your foot for just one kiss
And I can’t say that you are torturous by yourself
That’s just what it is to be left on the shelf
And still think you don’t treat me like everybody else
But what do I know, I’m wishful and blind
And you’re so kind
You make me hopeful and blind
Floating on your moon river, you just cause such pain
You’re so nice I jump into your chains
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Chains
03:54
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Your T-shirt wasn’t some kind of joke
But after I asked you, you looked like you might just choke
But not you, well you laughed it off, said maybe someone could take it as ironic
But not you, coz you were honest, I though you were on it
Oh no I was wrong, but you could’ve been,
Coz someone could’ve called you….You looked like it….coz….You were iconic
I did make laughter bubble out of your chest
And you did make me feel alright, like I didn’t have to take any tests
And off-hand I heard that you were some kind of actress
Well too bad I never asked for your address
Was I kind to you?
Well what kind of line is there to use,
To show something that’s real?
Like I’m not just trying to spin your wheels.
Yes, I worry about being kind.
I worry all the time.
And I know that worrying is as good as all those empty gold mines.
And I know that everything could’ve just turned out fine
And I’m not trying to look good, I’m just trying to tell the truth,
But that’s not something so easy thing to do.
But really how do I want to come off
In these one off one off one-offs?
I don’t want to treat you like one-up, one-down
But once I start to really care I only get one face, one frown.
Wellwellwell, what you look like to me
Is what a fresh row of traffic light greens
Looks like to a fresh-faced taxi.
Or even better it’s what a newly minted police officer sees
In letting just that one go free, that speeding taxi.
You’re what John Keats sees in old Greek pottery
O what I’m saying is, you’re pure to me
You’re Purity!
And I never wanted to use you, I never wanted to use you at all
Not even as this song.
You’re not a lake of oil underground, you’re not some big ol’ poplar tree,
You’re not just raw materials for free.
But what can I do? Keep it?
If I didn’t say it at all
Well I couldn’t even walk down the hall
So I guess I’m chained to myself
And I guess you’ll just have to listen to me
O well I guess, we’re all chained to each other and I guess.
O well I guess, we just want our mothers and I guess.
Well it couldn’t be any other way
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Conductors Chicago, Illinois
"Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the railroad
men
Just drink up your blood like wine
An’ I said, 'Oh, I didn’t know that
But then again, there’s only one I’ve met
An’ he just smoked my eyelids
An’ punched my cigarette' "
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