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Y's Lyrics Emporium II: Dreaded Sophomore Slump

Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
 
So we can only get one chance, can we take it?
And we only got one life, can't exchange it
Can we hold on to what we have, don't replace it
The age of innocence is fading like an old dream

A life of petty crime gets punished with a holiday
The victims' mind are scarred for life most everyday
Assailants know just how much further they can go
They know the laws are soft, conviction chances low
 
Stand up in a clear blue morning
Until you see what can be
Alone in a cold day dawning
Are you still free? Can you be?

When some cold tomorrow finds you
When some sad old dream reminds you
How the endless road unwinds you

While you see a chance take it
Find romance, fake it
Because its all on you

Don't you know by now
No one gives you anything?
And don't you wonder how you keep on moving?
One more day your way

And that old gray wind is blowing
And there's nothing left worth knowing
And its time you should be going

While you see a chance take it
Find romance, fake it
Because its all on you
 
No one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overflown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes boom
It's an orchestra of angels
And they're playing with my heart
(Must be talking to an angel)
 
Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel
Always pulled me from my seat
She was pure like snowflakes
No one could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain
Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
 
If you had not have fallen
Then I would not have found you
Angel flying too close to the ground
And I patched up your broken wing and hung around a while
Trying to keep your spirits up and your fever down

I knew someday that you would fly away
For love's the greatest healer to be found
So leave me if you need to, I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground

Fly on, fly on past, the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up than see you down
So leave me if you need to, I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground

So leave me if you need to, I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground
 
All that noise, and all that sound
All those places I have found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand?
 
I wanna live
with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.

Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah.
 
He's a perfect stranger,
Like a cross
of himself and a fox.
He's a feeling arranger
And a changer
of the ways he talks.
He's the unforeseen danger
The keeper of
the key to the locks.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.

If you see him in the subway,
He'll be down
at the end of the car.
Watching you move
Until he knows
he knows who you are.
When you get off
at your station alone,
He'll know that you are.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.

There was a woman he knew
About a year or so ago.
She had something
that he needed
And he pleaded
with her not to go.
On the day that she left,
He died,
but it did not show.
Know when you see him,
Nothing can free him.
Step aside, open wide,
It's the loner.
 
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
 
Brucie dreams, life's a highway, too many roads bypass my way
Or they never begin
Innocence coming to grief, at the hands of lives stinkin' car thief
That's my concept of sin
Does Heaven wait all heavenly over the next horizon?

But look at us now, quit drivin'
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls
Just look at us now, start countin'
What adds up the way it did when we were young?
Just look at us now, quit drivin'
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls

Life's a drive through a dust bowl, what's it do, do to a young soul
We are deeply concerned
Someone stops for directions, somethin' responds deep in our engines
We have all been burned, will heaven wait all heavenly
Over the next horizon

But look at us now, quit drivin'
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls
Just look at us now, start countin'
What adds up the way it did when we were young?
Look at us now, quit drivin'
Some things hurt more much more than cars and girls
 
Life's like a road that you travel on
When there's one day here and the next day gone
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind
There's a world outside every darkened door
Where blues won't haunt you anymore
Where the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore
We won't hesitate, break down the garden gate
There's not much time left today

Life is a highway
I want to ride it all night long
If you're going my way
I want to drive it all night long
 
Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
 
Well I think I saw you in a dream,
You were dancin' by a slot machine, with a complementary whiskey in your hand
And when you asked what kind of streak I was on,
Somehow it just got better
So we might as well pull our asses out of Dodge

You spin the wheel and I roll the bones
Never let them think they've got us down
'Cause were already down, yeah
We'll hide away from the sun all day
The change of lights will lead our way,
To heaven or the highway out of town
 
The tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
 
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his newfound friends

He said, I been where I liked
I slept with who I liked
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice

But now I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied

I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down neat
They were cheering and waving, cheering and waving
Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis

It got edited, fucked up
Strangled, beaten up
Used as a photo in Time Magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in Devon

I Don't Know Why I Feel So tongue-tied
Don't Know Why I feel So Skinned alive

My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down

I got myxomatosis, I got myxomatosis
Yeah, no one likes a smart-ass but we all like stars
 
I don't know why you bother
Nothing's ever good enough for you
I was there
It wasn't like that
You've come here just to start a fight

You had to piss on our parade
You had to shred our big day
You had to ruin it for all concerned
In a drunken punch up at a wedding, yeah

Hypocrite, opportunist
Don't infect me with your poison
A bully in a china shop
When I turn around you stay frozen to the spot

The pointless snide remarks
Of hammer-headed sharks
The pot will call the kettle black
It's a drunken punch up at a wedding, yeah
 
Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?

You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
 
I gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good night
That tonight's gonna be a good, good night
 
Well, that's more sweet, so delicate
It used to be this dying breed
I've got a bad feeling about this
I've got a bad feeling about this

You kept still until the long drive home
Slept safe and close to the window
Well, I've got a bad feeling about this
I've got a bad feeling about

To say you'll have to go (I could go on)
Well, say you'll have to go (I could go on)
To hell with you and all your friends
To hell with you and all your friends, it's on
 
Yeah girl, now won't you come on out tonight
Yeah girl, where the stars are shining bright
Gotta get that feeling (gotta get that feeling)
Yeah we gotta get that feeling (gotta get that feeling)
Whoa-oh back again
Yeah back again

Tonight, you know there's something in the air
Tonight, we ain't got money but we don't care
Just gotta get that feeling (gotta get that feeling)
Yeah I wanna get that feeling (gotta get that feeling)
Before the night is through
I want you to get that feeling too

Hold me in your arms, the night will take care of us
Come the rain or the storm love will be be there with us
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
(Sha la la la)
 
The nights I waited up for you
Promises you made about coming through
So much time you wasted
That's why I had to replace you

It makes a cat nervous, the thought of settling down
Especially me, I was creeping all over town
I thought my tender touch could lock you down
I knew I had you, as cocky as it sounds
The way you used to giggle right before I put it down
It's better when you angry, come here, I'll prove it now, come here
 
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin' more or nothin' less
The kindest guy I ever knew
His mother's tears fell in vain
The afternoon George tried to explain
That he needed love like all the rest
Pa said there must be a mistake
How can my son not be straight
After all I've said and done for him
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Georgie went to New York town
Where he quickly settled down
And soon became the toast of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
And all the old queens blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
Da da da da da da duh
 
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
 
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