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News Came Over
00:56
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2. |
We Waited Five Years
03:37
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We Waited Five Years:
John: We waited five years for the world to go bust
To explode into space and scatter as dust
I tried to hold on -- wasn't sure who to trust
I didn't know about love yet
We waited five years, what a grueling routine
The assholes acted nice,
The sweethearts got mean
Mom shooed us outside, said, "Run play while you can"
The Old Man grabbed our necks, shoved shovels in our hands
Said, "We're perfectly safe, we'll dig halfway to Japan"
Oh man, I didn't know about love yet
I ran away, straight to the record store
I charged in singing that song about "Hate and War"
When, who were you, all alone by the used-vinyl bin?
Danielle: I was trying to choose between Molly Hatchet and Ringo Starr when you stumbled in
John: Stumbled in? You wore an eye patch, what could you see?
Danielle: Even with lazy eye, I could tell you were three inches shorter than me
John: The record store's record stopped just as I said out loud,
"World please, don't end now!"
We waited five years for the world to shut off
To go still and dark with a whimper and cough
We waited five years and a day
My sis marked the calendar, said, "No freaking way!"
At five years and a week
Mom opened our hatch, took a peek
When five years became six and seven,
The Old Man paced the yard grumbling, "Same hell, same heaven"
I grew at least a foot hanging by the used-vinyl bin
Waiting for a certain someone to walk back in
I didn't know about love yet
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3. |
Messy Down Below
02:46
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Messy Down Below:
John: Well, here we are
Danielle: With bumps and scars
John: We've come so far!
Danielle: But true love, don't you know, gets messy down below
We're here to tear it up,
Even if nobody shows
We're aiming high 'cause it's messy down below
John: I can dance the Watusi
And the Moray Eel
Danielle: Try the Nae Name
John: I got no fear
We're here to tear it up,
Even if nobody knows
We're aiming high 'cause it's messy down below
Blow, Levon, blow!
John: What's your dance?
Danielle: I shake like a rattlesnake
Adam: I do the Americano
Robito: I dance the Shing-A-Ling
Paul: The Rickshaw
Caroline: The Pistol Pete
Phil: I like the Blue Loafer
Bruce: I do the Calzone
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4. |
The Message
02:00
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5. |
Song For David Bowie
04:14
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Song For David Bowie
Why do you run? Where do you hide?
What secret sun lights your half of the sky?
Where it glows, it glows, it glows
George Clinton battled with Sir Nose
The Carpenters welcomed UFOs
What explains what rock stars know?
Are you ears to the tracks, palms towards the 'om'?
Were you alone when you cracked the astral code?
Oh you know we know you know
Desmond Dekker calls from outer space
Sun Ra quit the human race
What explains a rock star's grace?
Hey David Bowie, I wrote this song for you
Hey David Bowie, you and Mick Ronson, too
I say David Bowie, ancient prophets got nothing on you
With your voice so true, like Marcel Marceau sniffing glue
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6. |
Gather Your Strength
04:04
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Gather Your Strength:
John: Where can I find a pair of Beatle boots?
Eyeliner and Nudie suit?
I know just the look the spotlight wants
When can I git off?
Play to your strengths --_gather your strength
Danielle: Let's write our names way up in the sky
Then watch the wind blow
Let's sail a boat to the horizon line
Then feel the wind blow
Gather our friends -- play for our friends
John: What can I pawn for a new guitar?
The loudest and brightest
Where can I cop a hot set of wheels?
Let's turn some heads now
Daniele: Let's close our eyes and take a breath
Let's make our work play
Take my wrist, find my pulse
Let's be here now, okay?
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Don't Look Right at the Sun:
Everybody wants the same thing every summer
And everyone gets all burned up by the sun
Go sing songs about the sun
Roll on the grass under the sun
Build a temple to the sun
But man, don't look right at the sun
When the winter comes we all want to wrap up
Everyone hopes the fire stays lit through the night
Sing songs around the fire
Snuggle up next to the fire
Rub your hands over the fire
But man, don't jump into the fire
If everyone could hear the same song at the same time
If we could hang a sign that everyone could see
To shine a light bright as the sun
To build a fire that won't expire
That's our plan, man
That's what needs to be done
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8. |
Keep It Down
03:44
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Keep It Down:
The whole world is always sleeping in
They say keep it down, down
I can keep it down
But in the still morning hush, I hear trouble
Want me to keep it down, down?
I can keep it down
Here comes the sound of keeping it down...
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9. |
Get Back in the Van
03:42
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Get Back in the Van:
John: It's fucking cold, even for Sioux City
My beer won't pour out of the can
I'll load the gear, settle up with the man
You all go warm up in the van
Yeah, let's get back in the van
We swore an oath, we spit in the same cup
We're volunteers, we raised our hands
It's been six months, okay a year
Time means nothing in the van
Right, let's get back in the van
The band: We wanna weigh in, and we want a way out
John: Why don't we sing
Let's all join in as one: la-la-la, la-la-la-la
We will be heard, spring will thaw our toes
We'll laugh we almost quit the plan
Please, let's get back in the van
The band: We wanna weigh in, and we want a way out
John: Help me work it out!
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10. |
You Got Sick
03:03
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You Got Sick:
You got sick and we didn't know why
You got sick and we didn't know why
The sky was shining, our words were rhyming
You got sick and we don't know how long
You got sick and we don't know how long
The sky was shining, we honed our timing
I saw you smile, I watched you laugh, I turned my head, I didn't cry
I saw you smile, I watched you laugh, I turned my head up to the sky
We got stoned and we wrote our own song
We got stoned and we wrote our own song
The sky was shining, all silver lining
I saw you smile, I watched you laugh, I turned my head, I didn't cry
I saw you smile, I watched you laugh, I turned my head up to the sky
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11. |
Danielle, Long Gone
03:45
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Danielle, Long Gone:
Danielle: I count the miles and months gone
I search around on Google Earth
When I sing, you're with me
I track the moon between us -- can we see it the same time?
When I sing, you're with me
I know you tried hard as me
I slept through a tsunami, I felt an earthquake on the street
When I sing, you're with me
I went to hear The National, they called out a song for you
When I sing, you're with me
I know you tried hard as me
Every town we played was a factory town
They all churned out broken hearts
I'm not saying that's why I got sick
I'm just saying I want a new start, even if this is the end
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12. |
Fat Levon on Acid
03:37
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Fat Levon on Acid
Levon: Hey, man. You know how Marty got all fucked up and passed out on that futon? I came in, I thought he was my sweet baby. I took off all my clothes. I snuggled up. I felt him up.
Partiers: Fat Levon on acid
Levon: Life is not so bad!
Levon: Hey, man. I saw your cousin Freddy over at the gas station. He had that nasty axle grease all over this fingers and I watched him stick his hands down his pants and start feeling around down there. It freaked me out.
Partiers: Fat Levon on acid
Levon: Life is not so bad!
Levon: Hey man. It kills me to see you so bummed out. You can't shut yourself away. I won't let you. I tell you what -- my mom sent me a big, orange birthday cake. That thing is profound. I mean, there could be girls inside that thing. Come here, man. I'm gonna toss you right in the middle and let you eat your way out.
Partiers: Fat Levon on acid
Levon: Life is not so bad!
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13. |
Megaphone on the Moon
02:36
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Megaphone on the Moon:
Off to the moon
Here we come, moon
First thing in the morning, crank up the internet
Download instructions, we'll build a rocket
Construction site lumber, hammers and ladders
Correct attitude, to haul this megaphone
Off to the moon
Here we come, moon
By early evening, swab up the flight deck
Run down the checklist -- test lift, drag, weight, and thrust
Lunches in Tupperware, map in my back pocket
Just you and me, Levon
Let's haul this megaphone
Off to the moon
Here we come, moon
This ain't rocket science
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14. |
Sore Afraid
03:01
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Sore Afraid:
I am sore afraid of what comes next
Of losing you, of keeping you
I'm a shepherd in a field, I work nights
Silent nights, gigantic nights
I am sore afraid of leaving here
The work of man, the work of God
Oh, fantastic light -- did we hear it right?
I am sore afraid of what comes next
Of losing you, of keeping you
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15. |
Telstar
02:23
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16. |
A Trip to the Moon
01:21
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17. |
Give Me Your Hands
04:25
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Give Me Your Hands:
Snuff out that cigarette
Tie those cinderblocks to your shoes, tight
We'll set up on that ridge, right there
Where the dark side meets the light
Friends, can everyone hear?
Friends, look up, look way up here!
Blue ocean fills our eyes
Our bloody canteens ran dry
These jet packs on our backs, they won't get us home
Friends, we carry rough news
And friends, you'll have to shoulder it, too
I wrote a rally cry and promised not to cry
But friends, holy cow, up here you can't believe the size of the sky
I wish I could reach out and give you my hands
I wish I could reach down there and wrap you up and give you my hands
Can you give me your hands?
Give me your hands while I tell you that...
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