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What You Give Away
03:31
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-<What You Give Away>-
Everytime I hear--
everytime you say:
“It’s gonna be alright, now--
baby don’ talk, don’ be that way”
Ya,that’s alright;
you're gonna be that way
Now I don' care
It’s what they say
Gonna steal my heart
an’ play keep away
It’s okay; it’s alright
it’s alright; it’s okay
It’s okay; Just remember this,
Well, you can’t get back what you give away
Can’t get back what you give away
Can’t get back what you give away
It’s alright; it’s alright
It’s okay; it’s okay
Can’t get back what you give away
Can’t get back what you give away
It’s alright; it’s alright
It’s okay; it’s okay
Can’t get back what you give away
Can’t get back what you give away
Ya, that’s ok,
Ya, that’s alright
I just set my sights
to play your game
on a lonely night
You’re gonna be my wife,
you’re gonna run my life
Now that’s ok,
An' I don’ care!
Can't spend my time
away from here!
It’s okay; it’s alright
It’s alright; it’s okay
It’s okay; just remember this:
Well, you can’t get back what you give away!
Can’t get back what you give away
Can’t get back what you give away
Every time I hear
Every time they say
"Boy you better beware
Cause u won’t get back what u give away"
It’s alright; it’s alright
It’s okay; it’s okay
Can’t get back what you give away
Can’t get back what you give away
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-<If the Night Gets Any Longer>-
Don't worry 'bout me baby
things 'll work out right
Don't worry 'bout those silly things
it still won't make it right
I worry 'bout you baby.
Just hear me out tonight
You got trouble in your pocket
you got whiskey on your breath
[and if] the night gets any longer
you're gonna drink yourself to death
if the night gets any longer
you're gonna drink yourself to death
if the night gets any longer
you're gonna drink yourself to death
I won't worry 'bout you baby
these things, I have to say
an' if the night gets any longer
we'll just leave it for the day
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--Won't Let It Get To My Head--
You might think I’m crazy
Tellin’ tales out of school
People say I’m lazy
but I ain’t noboy’s fool
The time it’d take to tell you
well, I might as well be dead
but I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! said I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! said I won’t let it get to my head
Them Stupid motha fuckers
keep throwing me some shade
Them stupid motha fuckers
They don't know I got it made
Three aces on the table,
a pretty lady dressed in red
But I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! I won’t let it get to my head
I'm gonna tell you right
I'm gonna tell you straight
This is an evil, dangerous place.
But don't let it get to your head!
I said don't let it get to your head.
Tré eight’s in my pocket
double “o”’s behind the bed
finger’s on the trigger
'cause I hear what’s bein’ said
The last time that I tell you
you’re gonna wind up bein’ dead
but I won’t let it get to my head
No, I won’t let it get to my head
but I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! I won’t let it get to my head
Oh, No! Oh, No! I won’t let it get to my head
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4. |
The Joke's On Me
04:00
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-<The Joke's on Me>-
Well, he’d meet me in the morning,
a reefer in his hand.
Laugh a little as he held it in,
then he’d blow it out again.
I didn’t think to ask him,
“Ah, what’s so damn funny?”
I don’t think I’ll ever know,
So I guess the joke’s on me.
No, I don’t think I’ll ever know
But I guess the joke’s on me
Ain’t life funny baby?
Ain’t life fuckin’ grand!
But don’t you wish you knew the cards
’fore you played your hand
Ain’t sayin’ much of nothin’
That we didn’t know
But when the hole, it closes in
you got nothin’ left to show,
Don’t think I’ll ever know
But I guess the joke’s on me
I guess the joke’s on me
We lost touch along the way
as old friends often do
I heard it said, he cashed it in
but you never know what’s true
Well who’s to say, who’s to blame
for the way thing came to be?
but I was left to tell the tale,
so I guess the jokes on me
I was left to tell the tale,
So I guess the jokes on me
I guess the joke’s on me.
I guess the joke’s on me?
I guess the joke’s on me.
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5. |
Damn Shame
03:23
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Damn Shame
You ain’t to blame, babe, for gettin’ old.
(I wouldn’t know; I just been told.)
You put the other girls all to shame!
They’ll never learn how to play your game.
You got the tools, an’ you know what for;
I got no chance of keepin score.
I take a dive in your wishin’ well;
I go deep, far as I can tell.
It’s a damn shame;
you put 'em all to hell!
It’s a damn shame,
as far as I can tell!
You got the moves--they’re as good as gold!
Ah, wrap me up an’ call me sold!
I do as much as you know I can;
you know I’ve always been your man.
You’re the only one I’m livin’ for;
there’s nothing else--there’s nothin’ more!
You know there’s only one thing to do:
it’s just to keep on lovin’ you!
It’s a damn shame,
you play the game so well.
It’s a dame shame,
as far as I can tell.
You know there’s only one thing to do
it’s just to keep on lovin’ you!
Oh baby it’s time I stop singing the blues
oh girl go an get your dancing shoes
oh baby you know you got nothing to loose
oh baby go an get your dancing shoes.
oh baby, time to stop singin’,
time to stop singin’,
time to stop singin’ the blues
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6. |
Death from Above
03:00
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-<The Devil’s Gonna Wait for Me>-
All this useless livin’
The wastin’ of my days
I haven’t got the strength to change
And mend my broken ways
I Don’t believe in heaven
Can say the same for hell
But if I met [that holy ghost] [Jehova]
Well, he’d have a tale to tell
He’d say "Go on ahead boys,
The devils gonna wait for me"
It used to hide darkness
[Like the space behind the moon][or like the winter's fading bloom]
But now it’s always standing near
Like a shadow close to noon
But now it’s always standing near
Like a friend arrived too soon
sayin'
The devils gonna wait for me
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9. |
You were Lonely (Demo)
02:01
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When your lonely and your teardrops fall like rain
When man that you married's gone again
When the ring on your finger makes you linger in despair,
well you were lonely and it’s alright if I was there
When the memories between you start to fade
When the promise is broken that he made
As you grieve for him as he leaves these words you’ll hear You were lonely, and it’s alright if I was there
Well you were lonely & it’s alright if I was there
You know a man & woman can fail from within
Or like the way that I stole you from him
And she said Don’t you go away
Don’t you go C7 away, my C#dim
dear
You were lonely and its alright if I was there
Well You were lonely and its alright if I was there
When your lonely and your teardrops fall like rain
When man that you married gone again
When the ring on your finger makes you linger in despair, well you were lonely and it’s alright if I was there
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10. |
When the Rains Came
04:19
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I'm lonely, I'm lonely,
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
and it's good
you wanna get so high
you wanna feel so good
you want be above the ground
and it's understood
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12. |
Working title 2023
03:46
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14. |
Route 808 Blues
05:15
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15. |
After Midnight
03:11
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16. |
Tricones & Banjos
02:09
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überloser Oxford, Connecticut
People, don't you wanna go,
to a place I know?
A little place, inside your head . . .
I can take you
"there."
überloser, 1992
Songs about hookers, whores, drunks and junkies.
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