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You ain’t no better
Than me boy
I ain’t no better than you
Nobody’s no better than no one
From forever’s gone until this world is through
I see you up there
On your pedestal boy
All strut and thumb and claw
Thinkin’ you’re fool of no one
Of this I am sure
I can climb any stage
Any man can
Make ‘em cry and holler in the aisles
Cos I ain’t the pet
Of no man boy
And I stand hard strong and high
See, I know that you think
You get harder than me
Fuck the world with your voice and your charm
I just can’t wait to see
That sweet day lord
When that boy kiss my feet and my crown
And I’ll kick him right there
In his teeth lord
For his smiling has come to an end
And I’m stronger than ever conceived lord
And it’s time for him to reprehend
Well you ain’t no better than me boy
I ain’t no better
Than you
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2. |
Impossible to Love
03:20
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I’m impossible to love
Really don’t know why you bother
Been with younger guys
But they ain’t much between the covers
I know you don’t believe me
And I’m hoping it might not be true
It’s impossible not to love you
You’re Impossible to love
Won’t you tell me what her name is?
Don’t you give me your shit
I know how you play the game, dear
I know I don’t believe you
Each time you tell me that our love is true
It’s impossible not to love you
Oh God, you’re so impossibly kind
I know I tend to worry
Sure, I like to cry
But I’ve learned how to say sorry
Maybe I’ll believe you
Next time you tell me that you love me too
It’s impossible not to love you
I’m impossible to deal with
Irrational is understated
You’re impossible to get hold of
I know you think phones are overrated
Are you inclined to believe me or just
Leave me again when we’re through
It’s impossible not to love you
It’s impossible not to love
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3. |
Me & Mine
03:37
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I spend half my time
Hating half of me that’s mine
And the rest I spend
On tears over you
See you came in one day
Spoutin’ gospel in your way
And you had them fooled, but not
Me and mine
There’s no need now for sorrows
For the pities of tomorrows
Revolution needs societal
Unrest
You can break our hearts
You can break our homes
Break our brittle bloodied bones
Me and mine are stronger than you’d ever know
Oh, me and mine are gonna take
All the wisdom we have made
And revoltin’ we shall overrun the streets
Send your shoutin’
Send your guns
Oh, send those everlovin’ huns
Me and mine are stronger than you ever know
Me and mine are stronger than you ever know
Though the future may be shadowed
By men who thrive on the poor and harrowed
There’s a holy light that shines
From me and mine
Highfalutin, race war shootin’
Disenfranchised retribution
Eyes are open now
There’s nowhere you can hide
Eyes are open now
There’s nowhere you can hide
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Lord, please
Let me feel something different
I know what I’m wantin’s a sin
Won’t you strike me down
Where I stand please
Before I throw myself in
His betrothed
She stands there beside him
I can see how
She’d look when she cries
All alone in the porch swing
He made her
Nevermore
To be his bride
Oh, please
Won’t you find
Someone else to love
I heard her eyes scream
I was her June to Vivienne
And she was my Dolly to Jolene
He longed to be freed
From the grips of
Her tired and empty charms
And she didn’t know she loved a man who
Was destined for another girls arms
Oh, please
Won’t you find
Someone else to love
I heard her eyes scream
I was her June to Vivienne
And she was my Dolly to Jolene
Oh, please
Won’t you find
Someone else to love
I heard her eyes scream
I was her June to Vivienne
And she was my Dolly to Jolene
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5. |
The Real World
04:07
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The real world is dying
Won’t you sit beside her bed
Take her hand and stroke her hair
While she calls for her last breath
The bodies line the roadside
And the sky has turned to fire
And you hear that choking crow call
For his brother
Have you heard the real world weeping
Have you felt her sickened wind
Have you heard her last song, drowning in our filth
Have you heard the real world's dying
Have you seen her burning sands
Have you heard the real worlds dying by our hands
Have you heard the real worlds dying by our hands
The real worlds still breathing
But there’s poison in the air
Won’t you wipe away her bleeding
Take her hand and
Stroke her hair
Have you heard the real world's weeping
Have you felt her sickened wind
Have you heard her last song, choking on our filth
Have you heard the real world's dying
Have you seen her burning sands
Have you heard the real worlds dying by our hands
Have you heard the real worlds dying by our hands
The real world is dying
Won't you sit beside her bed
Take her hand and stroke her hair
While she calls for her last breath
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Old man combing his hair
And sittin’ on a front porch stool
Ol gal sittin’ there beside him
Readin’ out the crossword clues
Old man roll a cigarette
And starin’ at the crescent moon
Fallin’ on the face of the woman he loves
Lickin’ honey from a spoon
The time is right
For holdin’ on the ones you love
Don’t you fight it, just hold on tight it
Have a little push and shove
The time is right
For holdin’ on the ones you love
Don’t you fight it, just hold on tight it
Fore you know it they’ll be gone
Sweet belly pokin’ over her shorts
And her shoelace left undid
Finger up her nose
And she’s hopin’ she grows
Have a little kiss with Ruth
She’s workin’ in the kissing booth
The time is right
For holdin’ on the ones you love
Don’t you fight it, just hold on tight it
Have a little push and shove
The time is right
For holdin’ on the ones you love
Don’t you fight it, just hold on tight it
Fore you know it they’ll be gone
Old doggy is a’layin’ in a warm patch
That didn’t cool at end of day
Chewin’ on a shoe of a neighbour boy who
Up and moved his boots away
Old man wipe away a tear as
He drag that doggy off the road
Tongue pokin’ out and his tummy squashed flat
Hit by a ten tonne load
The time is right
For holdin’ on the ones you love
Don’t you fight it, just hold on tight it
Have a little push and shove
The time is right
For holdin’ on the ones you love
Don’t you fight it, just hold on tight it
Fore you know it they’ll be gone
Fore you know it they’ll be gone
Fore you know it they’ll be gone
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7. |
Wilderness Tune
04:30
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As I walk towards the pines near my home
I see the hillside breathe
And when I cast my eyes to the pale winter skies
I see that ancient breeze
And I’ll bare my skin
Like we animals should
And slip into the crystal stream
And I’ll float light and loose
With the last autumn leaves
Humming my wilderness tune
I see the world emblazoned always
With my nose pressed up right to the screen
And that infantile bliss with which I greet each day
Engulfs me with lovers' first kiss
I’ll bite, and I’ll growl like we animals should
And chase you across distant fields
And I’ll float lilac scent upon zephyr of spring
To bring you back home to me
And when this brief life it does come to a close
I’ll evaporate out of my skin
And up into space where I’ll orbit the earth
And once again see your sweet face
I’ll flutter and flit like we animals should
And oscillate without a care
I’ll be up near the moon on a beam of stardust
Humming my wilderness tune
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If you need her
Look her up
Her numbers on the back
Of a service station bathroom door
Want love in your cup
Pick her up
Take her out for piña coladas
And maybe something nice to eat
She don’t come cheap
But you’ll get what you pay for
Maybe sometimes
Even a little more
She’d rather sell her love
Than sing her songs
To another empty
Barroom floor
Spend your Christmas with Rita
She’s as fine as a woman can be
If you have the good fortune to meet her
Don’t try and keep her to yourself
She won’t be put upon the shelf
She doesn’t need your love or sympathy
Rita, spend a little time with me
When she was young
She met someone who told her
She was gonna be
A shining star
But as she aged
His interest waned
And she became
Another no name, just drinking at the bar
Spend your Christmas with Rita
She’s as fine as a woman can be
If you have the good fortune to meet her
Don’t try and keep her to yourself
She won’t be put upon the shelf
She doesn’t need your love or sympathy
Rita, spend a little time with me
She walks two flights down
To the busted hinges of
Her apartment
Door
Her sullied clothes
Fall in a gentle heap
On the cold tiles
Of her bathroom floor
Past her reflection
In the bathroom mirror
The glory days
That faded long before
Spend your Christmas with Rita
She’s as fine as a woman can be
If you have the good fortune to meet her
Don’t try and keep her to yourself
She won’t be put upon the shelf
She doesn’t need your love or sympathy
Rita, spend a little time with me
Oh, Rita, spend your Christmas with me
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9. |
What a Tender Thing
03:52
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What if all my
Wildest dreams
Came true
And I flew away from you
What if I had to spend
All my nights without you
Well what would be the point
You’re my every breath
To remember
The sweet smell
Of the firelight
In your hair
Oh, what a tender thing
With me under your wing
What if I
Never heard
Every word you sang
To the moonlight
Well what an empty life
Without you by my side
Oh, what a tender thing
What if all the furrows
In my brow
Could disappear
With every thought and tear
Well wouldn’t that be nice
What if the smell
Of every tea
That you made me
In yesterdays
Would never go away
Well wouldn’t that be swell
And I will remember the sound
Of your breathing
By my pillow
As we lay down to rest
With your hand upon my chest
Oh, what a tender thing
Oh, what a tender thing
With me under your wing
Oh, what a tender thing
Oh, what a tender thing
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