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Imagine 8
Won't Get Fooled Again 10
Killer 16
Aqualung 18
Locomotive Breath 22
Lorca 26
Driftin 28
Three Little Birds 30
Starman 34
Lady Stardust 38
Hey You 42
Hotel California 48
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Imagine
[John Lennon, John Lennon Joan Baez]
Imagine there's no heaven

It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries

It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer

But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
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Won't Get Fooled Again
[Peter Townshend - The Who]
We'll be fighting in the streets

With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution

Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
The change, it had to come

We knew it all along
We were liberated from the fold*, that's all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain't changed
'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war
* site : fall fold

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Just like yesterday
No, no!
I'll move myself and my family aside

If we happen to be left half alive
I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
Do ya?
There's nothing in the streets

Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Are now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

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Just like yesterday
Don't get fooled again
No, no!
Yeaaaaah!
Meet the new boss

Same as the old boss

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Killer
[Peter Hammill, Chris Judge Smith, Hugh Banton Van der Graaf Generator]
So you live in the bottom of the sea,

and you kill all that come near you...
but you are very lonely, because all the other fish fear you
and you crave companionship and someone to call your own
because for the whole of your life you've been living alone.
On a black day in a black month at the black bottom of the sea

your mother gave birth to you and died immediately....
'Cos you can't have two killers living in the same pad
and when your mother knew that her time had come
she was really rather glad.
Death in the sea, death in the sea,

somebody please come and help me, come and help me
Fishes can't fly, fishes can't fly,
fishes can't and neither can I, neither can I....
Now I'm really rather like you for I've killed all the love I ever had
by not doing all I ought to and by leaving my mind coming bad.
And I too am a killer, for emotion runs as deep as flesh;
and I too am so lonely, and I wish that I could forget
we need love,
we need love,
we need love.

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Aqualung
[Ian Anderson Jethro Tull]
Sitting on the park bench

eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold

an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end*
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation la mode and
a cup of tea.
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Aqualung my friend
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze?
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
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Locomotive Breath
[Ian Anderson Jethro Tull]
In the shuffling madness

Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all-time loser,
Headlong to his death
He feels the piston scraping

Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle and

The train won't stop going
No way to slow down
He sees his children jumping off

At the stations one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed and having fun
He's crawling down the corridor

On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle and

No way to slow down

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He hears the silence howling
Catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls
He picks up Gideon's Bible

Open at page one
God stole the handle and

No way to slow down
No way to slow down [5]

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Lorca
[Tim Buckley]
Let the sun sing in your smile

Let the wind hold your desire
Let your woman's voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood, don't feel ashamed
She's your home when no one wants you

She'll give you life when you're so tired
She'll ease your fears, ah, when you're a stranger
She's born to give faith to you
Oh, just to you
You're just a man on death's highways

It's life you owe, you're here to praise it
If love flows your way then be a river
And when it dries just stand and shiver
Oh, let the sun sing in your smile

Let the wind hold your desire
And let your woman's voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood, don't feel ashamed
It's her life you owe

I owe you love, love
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Driftin
[Tim Buckley]
When there's wine in your belly

Love rhythm's on your tongue
For you are a woman
And each man has been too young
But for me you were a lover

Gently under your cover
Your sheet reeks of odours
Oh I came here to hold and be held for a while
I've been drifting like a dream out on the sea

I've been drifting in between you and me
Everytime I think about you
I can't remember what I said or did
Was right or wrong, you know I just don't remember
All I wanna be is what you mean to me
All I wanna be is what you mean to me
Late last night as I dreamed in dizzy sunlight

I thought I heard your bare feet up the stairs
Just like a fool, just like a fool
I've been drifting
Like a dream out on the sea
I've been drifting in between what used to be

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Three Little Birds
[Bob Marley]
Don't worry about a thing,

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! "
Rise up this mornin',

Smile with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Each by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou: ")
Singin': Don't worry 'bout a thing,

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right! "
Rise up this mornin',

Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Each by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou: "

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Singin': Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry! "
Singin': Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': Don't worry about a thing,

'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!
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Starman
[David Bowie]
Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul,
he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade

Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There's a starman waiting in the sky

He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you

Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV
we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight

Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright

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Lady Stardust
[David Bowie]
People stared at the makeup on his face

Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace
The boy in the bright blue jeans

Jumped up on the stage
And lady stardust sang his songs
Of darkness and disgrace
And he was alright, the band was altogether

Yes he was alright, the song went on forever
And he was awful nice
Really quite out of sight
([second time:] really quite paradise)
And he sang all night long
Femme fatales emerged from shadows

To watch this creature fair
Boys stood upon their chairs
To make their point of view
I smiled sadly for a love I could not obey
Lady Stardust sang his songs

Of darkness and dismay
Oh how I sighed
When they asked if I knew his name
Get some pussy now!

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Hey You
[Roger Waters Pink Floyd]
Hey you ! out there in the cold

Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

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But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
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Hotel California
[Don Felder, Don Henley and Glenn Frey Eagles]
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
Hotel California
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So I called up the Captain,
"Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "
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Love me
Again I write to you out of necessity

At the crack of the dawn
The only thing left standing
in the entire world its you
What should I do with their prizes

or with their hypocritical words
when in the screen of my mind
all of these seem built on sand
Love me, as much as you can love me
When I look into the mirror

I notice a familiar face
the ugliness of which may shade
just when I will be clean and shaved
My breath stinks because of the cigarettes

my thought is sobering due to the preoccupations
a random hanging Mona Lisa
brings you even closer
Love me as much as you can love me
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Even if this letter ends
my desire remains strong
like a bird on the wires
like the vagrant who wanders
I want you to come and inflame me

tell me the fairytale
like the mother earth to grasp me
like pure light to come back.
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Imagine?

Imagine there's no heaven

Imagine there's no countries

You may say I'm a dreamer

You may say I'm a dreamer

We'll be fighting in the streets

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution

The change, it had to come

* site : fall fold

I'll move myself and my family aside

There's nothing in the streets

Meet the new boss

So you live in the bottom of the sea,

On a black day in a black month at the black bottom of the sea

Death in the sea, death in the sea,

Sitting on the park bench

Sun streaking cold

In the shuffling madness

He feels the piston scraping

Old Charlie stole the handle and

He sees his children jumping off

He's crawling down the corridor

Old Charlie stole the handle and

He picks up Gideon's Bible

God stole the handle and

No way to slow down [5]

Let the sun sing in your smile

She's your home when no one wants you

You're just a man on death's highways

Oh, let the sun sing in your smile

It's her life you owe

When there's wine in your belly

But for me you were a lover

Oh I came here to hold and be held for a while

I've been drifting like a dream out on the sea

Late last night as I dreamed in dizzy sunlight

Don't worry about a thing,

Rise up this mornin',

Singin': Don't worry 'bout a thing,

Rise up this mornin',

Singin': Don't worry about a thing,

Then the loud sound did seem to fade

There's a starman waiting in the sky

I had to phone someone so I picked on you

If we can sparkle he may land tonight

People stared at the makeup on his face

The boy in the bright blue jeans

And he was alright, the band was altogether

Femme fatales emerged from shadows

Lady Stardust sang his songs

Get some pussy now!

Hey you ! out there in the cold

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Welcome to the Hotel California

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

Welcome to the Hotel California

Mirrors on the ceiling,

Last thing I remember, I was

Again I write to you out of necessity

What should I do with their prizes

Love me, as much as you can love me

When I look into the mirror

My breath stinks because of the cigarettes

Love me as much as you can love me