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There’s not much you can get for a nickel
There’s not much you can get for a dime
There’s not a lot of value in a dollar anymore
Unless you spend a million at a time
Oh oh oh oh you easy rider
Wha ah ah what happened to your soul
The land of milk and honey
The home of Rock & Roll
What became of the America Buffalo
What became of the America Buffalo
From the Bowery slums to the Halls of Montezuma
From Hollywood to the great Grand Coolee Dam
Liberty inspired the greatest hopes of man
Were all those hopes just castles built on sand
Oh oh oh oh you easy rider
Wha ah ah what happened to your soul
The land of milk and honey
The home of Rock & Roll
What became of the America Buffalo
What became of the America Buffalo
You’ll never find out where you are going
Unless you know where you have been
An infinity of distraction, seductions of the skin
Leads to a world where nothing is a sin
Oh oh oh oh you easy rider
Wha ah ah what happened to your soul
The land of milk and honey
The home of Rock & Roll
What became of the America Buffalo
What became of the America Buffalo
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We buy and sell down at Sharkey’s Parade
Paracetamol and cheap cherryade
Sometimes the difference
Is so hard to tell
Heaven can be Hell with Jesus and Jezebel
Snapchat romance and instant affairs
Vodka and comedy, thoughts and prayers
Its a kind of suicide
Slowly killing time
Heaven can be Hell with Jesus and Jezebel
It’s all right here on real TV
Phoney is the new reality
Gossip and opinion
This week’s lucky million
Heaven can Hell with Jesus and Jezebel
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Junkboy - Fulfil
02:42
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There’s a fox in the chicken run,
A diamond down the loo
The scarecrow’s fallen over, don’t know what to do
There’s a tattered coat in the yard hanging off a stick
Trainers on a power line thrown up by a dick
There’s weevil in the cotton field, poison in the well
The microwave just caught on fire, the pick up’s shot to hell
Things are not looking good
Things are not looking good
Life don’t go the way it should
Things are not looking good.
Momma’s in the counting house eating curds and whey
Poppa’s in the barrel house each and every day
My baby brother’s in the barn cooking up the meth
Little sister’s on the own, she’s tweeting bout herself
I tell them of the benefits of staying on at school
They shake their heads and say I’m just a crazy old fool
Things are not looking good
Things are not looking good
Life don’t go the way it should
Things are not looking good
The azaleas are overgrown the clematis is parched
Arthritis is my newest friend I’ve got a fallen arch
Relative to lots of folks I’m living like a king
I know it’s just a bubble, a bubble that I’m in
A lepton fired in CERN arrived before it left
Albert Einstein’s universe is just about to melt
I said things not looking good
Yeah things are not looking good
Life don’t go work out like it should
Things are not looking good
When I started on this road I looked like Yves Montand
Danced like Fred Astaire sang like Sarah Vaughn
Keeping up the vanity you’re howling at the moon
A stranger said the other day I’m like an ancient ruin
The populis is polarised, sense has flown away
New shit always happens I wish it all away
Things are not looking good
Things are not looking good
Life don’t go the way it should
Things are not looking good
Things are not looking good
Things are not looking good
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You can take the decorations down
Bring the chairs in off the lawn
This party’s good as over now
Everybody’s going home
You can trust me every inch on this one darling
You can have my word
Just put the dream down darling
And nobody gets hurt
We’ve done everything we could here
Gone right out on the wire
You sang just like a nightingale
But they still won’t have you in the choir
We could stick around forever darling
But it’s never gonna work
So put the dream down darling
And nobody gets hurt
The sky is turning
The sky is turning red
So leave the silent to the almost being said
The rain falls on the living and the dead
And the stranger sleeping in your bed
It’s not what you hold onto
Doesn’t matter what you lose
You can give it all away
It only matters what you choose
You can trust me every inch on this one darling
You can have my word
Just put the dream down darling
And nobody gets hurt
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Junkboy - Waiting Room
03:29
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When the moon is beaming
Starlight streaming
I hear you call my name
I rise to find you
But in the dark
I’m blind to your light
When you call my name
Your footsteps tread
Soft like a dove
As the silence sounds
In words of love
So sweet
When you say my name
In the stillest hour
Faintly I hear
A whispering sound
As I tune my ear
To you
When you say my name
Take me, unbreak me
Never forsake me
Hold me, enfold me
Forever
I don’t want to let go
I hear you call my name
Take me, unbreak me
Never forsake me
Hold me, enfold me
Forever
I don’t want to let go
I hear you call my name
I hear you calling
When dark is falling
I hear you say my name
I rise to find you
But in the dark
I’m blind to your light
When you call my name
Your footsteps tread
Soft like a dove
As the silence sounds
In words of love
So sweet
When you say my name
Take me, unbreak me
Never forsake me
Hold me, enfold me
Forever
I don’t want to let go
I hear you call my name
Take me, unbreak me
Never forsake me
Hold me, enfold me
Forever
I don’t want to let go
I hear you call my name
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Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park
And then later, when it gets dark
We go home
Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later a movie, too
And then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun
Just a perfect day
You made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
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The label of Bob Collum, Brand New Zeros, Brinsley Schwarz, Don't Drink The Water, Jack Henderson, John Jenkins, Junkboy, Lily Garland, Matt McManamon, Mexican Dogs, The Mono LPs, My Darling Clementine, Ooberfuse, Philip Rambow & Music Minds
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