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the Madman (OP) 12/08/2005 10:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I woke up this mornin´ with the sundown shinin´ in I found my mind in a brown paper bag within I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high I tore my mind on a jagged sky I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in I watched myself crawlin´ out as I was a-crawlin´ in I got up so tight I couldn´t unwind I saw so much I broke my mind I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in psychedelic guitar instrumental break (Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in) Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in Yeah yeah oh-yeah |
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the Madman (OP) 12/08/2005 10:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Good sense, innocence, cripplin´ mankind Dead kings, many things I can´t define Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind Incense and peppermints, the color of time. Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothing to lose. Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around. Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah! To divide this cockeyed world in two Throw your pride to one side, it´s the least you can do. Beatniks and politics, nothing in new A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view Who care what games we choose? Little to win, but nothin´ to lose. Good sense, innocence, cripplin´ mankind Dead kings, many things I can´t define. Occasion, persuassions sclutter your mind Incense and peppermints Incense and peppermints |
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Anonymous Coward 12/08/2005 10:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | It´s good to be king, if just for a while To be there in velvet, yeah, to give ´em a smile It´s good to get high, and never come down It´s good to be king of your own little town Yeah the world would swing if I were king Can I help it if I still dream time to time It´s good to be king and have your own way get a feeling of peace at the end of the day And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings You´re out there with winners, it´s good to be king Yeah, I´ll be king when dogs have wings Can I help it if I still dream time to time It´s good to be king and have your own world It helps to make friends, it´s good to meet girls A sweet little queen, who can´t run away It´s good to be king, whatever it pays Excuse me if I have some place in my mind Where I go time to time |
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the Madman (OP) 12/08/2005 10:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The sun don´t shine The moon don´t move the tides, to wash me clean Sun don´t shine The moon don´t move the tides, to wash me clean Why so unforgiving and why so cold Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs Cold wind blows The Gods look down in anger, on this poor child Cold wind blows And Gods look down in anger, on this poor child Why so unforgiving and why so cold Been a long time crossing Bridge of Sighs |
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the Madman (OP) 12/08/2005 10:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | If you see something that looks like a star And it’s shooting up out of the ground And your head is spinning from a loud guitar And you just can’t escape from the sound Don’t worry too much, it’ll happen to you We were children once, playing with toys And the thing that you’re hearing is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys The percentage you’re paying is too high priced While you’re living beyond all your means And the man in the suit has just bought a new car From the profit he’s made on your dreams But today you just read that the man was shot dead By a gun that didn’t make any noise But it wasn’t the bullet that laid him to rest was The low spark of high-heeled boys If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish Would you ask for something like another chance? Or something similar as this? don’t worry too much It’ll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of The low spark of high-heeled boys If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return Would you do the same for me as I would for you? Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride But spirit is something that no one destroys And the sound that I’m hearing is only the sound The low spark of high-heeled boys |
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the Madman (OP) 12/08/2005 10:07 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The swamp is getting deeper all the time And the faces that I see don´t seem to shine Now there´s too much Warhol hanging off the wall And the mystery that there used to be is gone Let me go Miles away Let me ride Just miles away Don´t wanna know I´m not gonna miss it much Gonna be drivin´ once again Don Juan goes up in a cloud of smoke And all those Hare Krishnas turned out to be a joke And it´s restless, restless, restless all the time Slidin´ up and down the surface of this life Now I know that I can´t say what´s black and white But if I could fly I think I´d try tonight |
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