My father he rides in your ships And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love
Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go
You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old
Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go
Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind
Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go
When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself From taking revenge of blood
Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go
I'm ridin through the middle of some god forsaken town Dark figures from the shadows, theyre tryin to cut me down Some hero of the hour needs a rival of some kind So dont talk to me right now, I've got survival on my mind
It might seem a little strange to you But babe I got some things to do Things for me that just cant wait Dont let your love turn to hate I got nothin in the world against you babe But its gonna be a rough night out tonight I got a feelin Im fightin for my life
Some street gang in the alley is tryin to tan my hide I give aem all my money but theyre still not satisfied Theyre callin out some names but it dont reflect on you So dont bother me Im tryin to makeem see my point of view
It might seem a little strange to you But babe I got some things to do Things for me that just cant wait Dont let your love turn to hate I got nothin in the world against you babe Its gonna be a rough night out tonight I know the kung fu and Im fightin for my life
They say those silly phantoms are only in your mind But I swear that even some of them get out from time to time Some are rough and some are rowdy, some are fast to make the scene But the ones that move so slow, theyre the ones that treat you mean
It might seem a little strange to you But babe I got some things to do Things for me that just cant wait Dont let your love turn to hate I got nothin in the world against you babe Its gonna be a rough night out tonight I better meditate you know Im fightin for my life
I used to read the Bible and Paradise Lost now it looks like everybodys been gettin double-crossed I dont mean to crash the cymbals, I dont mean to beat the drum I dont wanna waste your time, you know Id rather save you some
It might seem a little strange to you But babe I got some things to do Things for me that just cant wait Dont let your love turn to hate I got nothin in the world against you babe Its gonna be a rough night out tonight I better meditate you know Im fightin for my life My eyes are open, Im fightin for my life
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair. So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school, And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day. She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand, And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd...
Artist: Tom Waits lyrics Album: Frank's Wild Years Year: 1987 Title: Innocent When You Dream
The bats are in the belfry the dew is on the moor where are the arms that held me and pledged her love before and pledged her love before
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It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream
Running through the graveyard we laughed my friends and I we swore we'd be together until the day we died until the day we died
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It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream
I made a golden promise that we would never part I gave my love a locket and then I broke her heart and then I broke her heart
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It's such a sad old feeling the fields are soft and green it's memories that I'm stealing but you're innocent when you dream when you dream you're innocent when you dream
Rocky Twyman has a radical solution for surging gasoline prices: prayer.
Twyman - a community organizer, church choir director and public relations consultant from the Washington, D.C., suburbs - staged a pray-in at a San Francisco Chevron station on Friday, asking God for cheaper gas. He did the same thing in the nation's Capitol on Wednesday, with volunteers from a soup kitchen joining in. Today he will lead members of an Oakland church in prayer.
Yes, it's come to that.
"God is the only one we can turn to at this point," said Twyman, 59. "Our leaders don't seem to be able to do anything about it. The prices keep soaring and soaring."
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I think Jesus was pretty unequivocal on this point. When asked his position on taxation, he was incredulous: Asking for a coin, he held it up to his questioners and asked, "Whose likeness is on this coin?" When they answered Caesar, he said, "Then render unto Caesar what is Caesars, and render unto the Lord [the Spirit] that which belongs to the Lord [Sprit]."
The price of gas is a mess people have gotten themselves into, and to beg for Deus ex Machina at this point is purely childish.
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render unto Caesar what is Caesars, and render unto the Lord [the Spirit] that which belongs to the Lord [Sprit]."
The price of gas is a mess people have gotten themselves into, and to beg for Deus ex Machina at this point is purely childish.
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