1. |
Hollywood Babylon
03:55
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HOLLYWOOD BABYLON
It’s a Hollywood Babylon,
Celluloid decathalon,
All those Olympic hips,
Along the Sunset Strip,
Get into limousines
And ride American dreams!
CHORUS
Hey,Hey, hey – L – L – Aaaaaa!
C’mon an’ touch me down
In Tinsel town!
C’mon an’ touch me down
In Tinsel town!
Got my Borsalino,
Reflector shades,
Go incognito –
Hard Rock Café…
Watch the rock ‘n’ rollers
Play “not fade away” (REPEAT CHORUS)
Los Angelinos,
They roam the night,
American psyche
Takes mental flight,
Got an L.A. Woman
In it’s head-light…(REPEAT CHORUS)
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2. |
Big Boned Girl
03:36
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BIG BONED GIRL
She was a narcoleptic
In a filet of lace,
She had that narcolepsy
All over her face…
She was a big-boned girl
With an inquisitive brain,
She went around the world
On the mystery train
CHORUS
She was a big-boned girl…
She was a big-boned girl..
She was a big-boned girl,
She was a big-boned girl…
She had a monkey on her back
And a bald spare tire,
To be a neural surgeon
Was her one desire…
From a local dealer
She bought a pick-me-up,
Got her neuro-transmitters
All revved up!
She broke all the rules of the faculty –
Redefined our perception of reality!(REPEAT CHORUS)
Now she’s the foremost expert
On the dysfunctional brain,
She had to learn all she knows
Not to go insane –
So if your mind’s been blown
She can make it right –
And you can sleep in peace
Both day and night!(REPEAT CHORUS)
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3. |
Gold Diggers
03:42
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GOLD DIGGERS
CHORUS
Gold diggers, gold brickers,
Just a bunch of butt lickers,
See the gold in their eyes,
Like shit to flies…
He was a rich old man
Owned a couple of mines,
Hit the motherlode
A couple of times,
But now he’s found himself
A little gold – digger –
He ain’t getting’ old –
He’s just getting’ bigger! (REPEAT CHORUS)
She was a stock girl
At the stock exchange,
Wasn’t short on looks,
Wasn’t short on brains…
She got some inside info
On the promised land –
Set her up with a
Rich old man!
Young woman, old man –
She rocks when he can,
Go figure the rest –
It’s just a game of conquest!(REPEAT CHORUS)
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4. |
Canada-da-da-da
03:36
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CANADA-DA-DA-DA
I was born in a one-horse town,
Life was kinda quiet – slowed down…
There weren’t many lies
An’ there was plenty of truth…
That’s what it seemed like
In my youth…(CHORUS)
CHORUS
Canada-da-da-da, Canada-da-da-da,
Canada is dyin’…
They built a pulp mill In my town,
They killed the salmon spawning ground,
They sold the place
To hustlers and Yanks –
Just to put greenbacks
In their banks! (REPEAT CHORUS)
The country’s leaders
Are screwin’ the nation,
They’re all in bed
With the corporation,
The system’s a whore
They continue to breed,
And everybody bend over
To succeed! (REPEAT CHO
Get ready for the procession –
About time for another commission –
Time to get your black clothes on –
Whole trip soon be long gone! (REPEAT CHORUS)
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5. |
Morrison Heights
03:55
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We were takin' a ride
Out to Venice one night,
Down a dark highway
On a spirit flight...
Came a lonely rider
Through the mist and fog,
We're all lonely riders -
Lonely and lost...
Musta missed a turn -
It was outta sight,
Musta hit the ditch
At the speed of light!
Do you recall the fall
From Morrison Heights?
There's a hole in the wall
Inside your head...Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll -
That's what the literature said:
"Go out of control -
You'll be better off dead!"
Didn't heed the warning
At the traffic light -
Just kept on rollin'
Into the night -
Do you recall the fall
From Morrison Heights?
He was a Dionysus
With an angel's face,
That Bacchanalian vices
Failed to erase,
But Saturnalia
Sucked him in,
Down a hole - Warholian!
"Fucked the American Dream"
To oblivion!
Musta missed a turn -
It was outta sight,
Musta hit the ditch
Like a meteorite!
Do you recall the fall
From Morrison Heights?
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6. |
Arrest That Naked Image
03:40
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ARREST THAT NAKED IMAGE
Just another, just another, just another
Just another like a million others
Just another dead child on a mother's breast
In the name of war and conquest,
It's feed the machine and kil the rest
Feed the machine and kill the rest
CHORUS
Arrest that naked image,
Arrest that naked image,
Before it does some damage
'Cause it's arrestin' on it's own
Just like the little children
Lyin' in the graveyards,
Lyin' by the millions
A restin' on their own
Just another, just another, just another
Just another like a million others...
Just another big buck that seals the deal,
Just another big deal to grease the wheel...
Just another, and another
Shroud of flies on a human face,
Sunken eyes of the human race,
Weigh the body in the sack,
Pile another carcass on the stack
But if the child was white - Instead of black?
CHORUS
Let's identify the problem;
Why are people starvin'?
It's all corporate guns and money
It's all corporate guns and money!
Arrest that naked image... arrest that naked image
Before it does some damage,
'Cause it's arrestin' on its own
Just like the little children
Lyin' in the graveyards,
Lyin' by the millions
A restin' on their own...
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7. |
Niki Said
03:55
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NIKKI SAID
Nikki said she’d never leave me,
She look real good
When she was holdin’ my gun,
Nikki said I was her one and only –
Now that she’s gone
It’s love on the run….
I heard tell
She went south of the border,
Somewhere down there
They blew her away,
In the land of law and order
Crazy Nikki never lasted a day!
CHORUS
I never knew – what Nikki would do…
Now that I see…heaven help me…
Nikki said that she’d never betray me,
I got a picture of her
Holdin’ my gun…
Her smilin’ face so sweet and lovely,
Memories of love on the run…(CHORUS)
Woke up last night
Screamin’ for Nikki,
She said she’d never go away –
There in the dark
Nikki was with me –
She’d kept her promise
To come back some day…CHORUS
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8. |
Real Jesus
02:35
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FEELIN’ LIKE THE REAL JESUS
Unbridled Philistines…
Smart bars and brain tonics –
We’ve lost our sense of loss…
No crime…no witnesses –
Doomed to live in
A hellish sort of heaven..
Just a pharmacopea –
Just another pharmacopea –
No distinction!
CHORUS
You got me feelin’
Like the real Jesus,
Feelin’ like the real Jesus –
I’m all in bloody pieces…
Why’d you drop my rock”
Go ahead – drop the big one –
An’ I’ll be just another
Good thing – just another good thing,
Just another good thing – gone!
To all the comers,
Down at the neuro-chemistry parlours,
It’s just a lottery,
Just another lottery –
Still no distinction,
Between script and recipe,
Myth and movie,
Innocence and wisdom,
Hollywood and Washington –
No distinction! (REPEAT CHORUS)
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9. |
Roll Back The Stone
04:20
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ROLL BACK THE STONE
In the learned helplessness
Of the hopeless fallout zone,
Comes a spirit fully fatigued,
Falling thru the great unknown…
The Myth of Sisyphus
Comes rollin’ down on us,
The Myth of Sisyphus
Comes rollin’ down on us…
CHORUS
You gotta roll back the stone,
You gotta roll back the stone…
Roll back the stone,
Roll back the stone.
I see the sun’s hood
Sheath the moon
In the night sky high above,
There is a blackout
In the room,
That was the whiteout
Of our love…
My inner monologue,
My inner monologue,
Is puttin’ the boots –
Puttin’ the boots
To my head!(REPEAT CHORUS)
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10. |
Truly A Legend
04:14
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TRULY A LEGEND
Rock ‘n’ roll ain’t
Along man’s life,
Comes a time you gotta
Pay the price…
Sooner or later
It takes it’s toll,
Sooner or later
It burns it’s hole…
CHORUS
And we were truly legends
Of the rock ‘n’ roll rodeo,
Truly legends of the rock ‘n’ roll show,
Truly legends you know…
Truly legends you know…
Sooner or later
We all settle down –
Find ourselves a little
One horse town,
Meet a little lady –
Take a wife,
Have a couple kids –
Call it life (REPEAT CHORUS)
Some fine day
Not far down the road,
When the hair’s gone gray
And the kids are grown,
We’ll take some time
For the times of old –
For the days we rocked –
The days we rolled..(REPEAT CHORUS)
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11. |
Run The Human Race
04:11
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RUN THE HUMAN RACE
11,000 tons of coal,
18 trains a day…
We”re fallin’ thru
Some big black hole
Another world away –
And there’s a disappearin’
Ozone layer
Somewhere out in space –
But try to tell that to
The major players
That run the human race…
They gotta run
The human race….
11,000 tons of coal,
18 trains a day…
I can feel the
Earth a-tremblin’
As they carry her away,
And it don’t take no genius
To figure out this power play…
There’s a bottomline mentality
On a train that’s runaway,
And it doesn’t have an engineer
So you’d better hope and pray
That there’s a different
World a-comin’
In a another time and place,
But try to tell that
To the major players
That run the human race…
They gotta run the human race.
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