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People Be People
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There's a heartache in every room
At the lonely hotel
Do not disturb is the rule
And they follow it well
It's a halfway house for the brokenhearted
Each with a story to tell
Of there time spent in hell
At the lonely hotel
The recently single
Assembled alone at the bar
They co-intermingle
But never will go very far
And there off at the sound of the bell
Lined up to wish in the well
At the lonely hotel
At the lonely hotel
In the banquet hall
There gathered together to dine
On crow under glass
And gallons of sour grape wine
They wait for there injust deserts
To arrive
Misfortune cookies and fresh humble pie
And it's swell
At the lonely hotel
At the lonely hotel...etc.
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It's not that I don't want you
It's not that I don't want you to
It's not that I don't find you
So appealing
It's not that I'm a custom
It's not that I am used to you or it
It's not that I'm bewildered
Or guilty really
It's not that I don't know you
It's not that I don't know who you are
It's not that you don't show me But I don't know me
It's a life time
It's a lifetime with you
Just a single night time
Can thrill me up and burn me out
It's not that I'm supposed to
It's not that I'm opposed to you and me
It's just that my resentment
Is cemented to me
Don't say I didn't choose you
Cause indecision is a choice in itself
I always ment to pick you
Not to prick you or stick you
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In the dark where there's no one around
In the dark it's the smell of your sound
In the dark it's tearing me apart
Cause I need to be near you in the dark
In the dark I can love only you
In the dark making love just we two
In the dark so love me tonight
Cause ther's nothing like you in the dark
You're all the things that I'm needing
Everything I ever wanted this evening
So burn out the candles turn out the lights
Blow out the fuses in the dark
In the dark there's a light in your eyes
In the dark something bright in your eyes
In the dark just the sight of your eyes
Makes me tingle and quiver in the dark
In the dark there's the feel to your skin
In the dark like the touch of the wind
In the dark there's a change in the air
Something's waiting out there in the dark
Rinestoned and ribboned naked and stark
How I want to be with you in the dark
You could burn me alive yeah me and Joan of Arc
Cast my fate to the heavens in the dark
In the dark I've a message for you
In the dark from a strange point of view
In the dark so remember my remark
There's nothing like you in the dark
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It's all too much, the way I feel for you
It's all too much, what else can I do when
It's all too much, this choice you have to make
It's all too much, too much for me to take
But it was different when were together
Long as the night and light as a feather a love so fine
Take the day and drive to the city down in the village
Kiss in the streets and we'd laugh all night
Laugh and laugh, so why an I crying
It's all too much, for me to figure out
It's all too much, the shadows of my doubt
It's all too much, you going back to him
It's all too much, my love out on a limb
But it was different when we were together
Candles and wine, singing in bed and make love all night
And in the morning, it would only get better
Kick off the sheets, laying your head back and
Come, come, come... Come... Come...
Now why am I crying
I lay awake alone at night and I wonder
Was it you or was it me?
When it all comes down to it, it really doesn't matter
It's just all too much... Too much!
It's all too much...etc.
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Life moves in circles
Like slow steady wheels
Each ones life turning around anothers
Some you come to know some you feel
Moving thru the ages
Spinning thru the stages
Days and days and dozens of hours away
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But tears to Tuesday
Tears to Tuesday
Tears to Tuesday
Tears to Tuesday
Eyes like a camera
A picture of everyone they know
The soul like a canvas
Painted on by hands of young and old
Line by line is drawn
Sunset to the dawn
Someday you'll paint your masterpiece
They say
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It's not so hard to see beyond your mind
It's not so hard to see
The way things really are
The end is the beginning
The night will soon be grinning
you will have another song to play
CHORUS
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Some people say it's guns
Some people say it's love
Some people say it's power
Some people say it's hate
Some say that it's the bomb
Or some new way to give it
I say it's not revenge
Even if you live it
It's not a coup it's not political
I'm not smug or hypocritical
But money is the ultimate weapon
Money... The ultimate weapon
What if it was water
What if it was air
What if it was blood
Would you even care?
It isn't some disease
Or some new way to give it
It isn't propaganda
If you don't believe it
It's no religion or nationality
It's just bottom line reality
Money... The ultimate weapon
Money... The ultimate weapon
Money
Money
Money
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I'm looking for solutions
Probably just like you
The questions are too many
The answers too damn few
But I can tell you one thing
Don't let your past get in the way
You wanna feel good tomorrow
When you look back on today
To the future your a blind man
A piece of history
I know my days are numbered
If my hindsight fails me
And I'm looking toward the future
I won't let the past get in my way
I wanna feel good tomorrow
When I look back on today
I don't claim to have no answers
But they can't be far behind
So don't be afraid to take a chance now
You can change what's coming
Quick as you can change your mind...
Think about it
There ain't nothing set in stone
There ain't nothing you can't see
You can't change what's behind
But you can change what's yet to be
Just keep looking toward the future
Don't let the past get in the way
You should feel good tomorrow
When you look back on today
When you look back on today
You got to change what you can now
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Who am I to tell you how to run your life
When it's all I can do to take of my own
I won't try to save you from yourself
Or save me from you or you from someone else
And it's not for me to tell you what is right
And what is wrong you just got to move along
And let people be people
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I lay on a hill at the side of a meadow
Waiting for lightning to strike from above
To be cut by the sword of devine inspiration
Cut by the sword of the angel of love
Far from the bar rooms away from the stages
Apart from the push and the shove
And there all alone with my quill and my paper
This old wooden box and strings made of steel
Fumbling numbly a scratcher and scraper
I endeavor in vainly to describe how I feel
An emotion invoking creative vocation
But which of my feelings is real
And just whenI think it's all perfectly clear
Something inside me says stop
This is the worst thing you've written in years
It's better to live with a permanent block
Return to confusion and fluid illusion
Begining again at the top
I lay on a hill at the side of a meadow
Waiting for lightning to strike from above
To be cut by the sword of divine inspiration
Cut by the sword of the angel of love
And still I am waiting, patiently waiting
I wait for the angel of love
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You come in like a cyclone
The air's electric, you can feel the sound
I hear the static on my phone
I see the lightning flashing all around, all around
I feel the leaves start to quiver
Turning up a cup to the sky
It's going to come like a river
And I'll be there to catch it when you cloud up and cry
And we're
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Riding on passions rainbow
Bending down to caress the sea
Gliding on passions rainbow
Bending down over me
Baby what does it matter
You can't do nothing 'bout it anyway
Just be thankful when you hear that splatter
Don't let someone else's rain spoil your day
CHORUS
So what if it runs your mascara
Take a walk through the forest, steamy and warm
To touch the flora and the fauna and terra
And we'll make love in the sunshine after the storm
And we're
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Don't be afraid to get wet
You'll never regret the feeling
Ain't no big secret to hide
Like a roll in the tide with not a cloud in the sky
And we're
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CHORUS
I'm not gonna fight your paper war
I'm not gonna fight your paper war
You'll meet your demise by the children you bore
There not gonna fight your paper war
It's quiet in the concrete canyon land
Not a sign of the battle close at hand
Listen to the silence of the calculators roar
The weapons of the paper war
The troops are trained in universities
Inlisted by the system to do with what they please
The accountants and assessors and power brokers are the whores
For the generals who command the paper war
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Parents pushed to the parting of the ways
The vulture lawyers swoop in and the loser always pays
Property is sacred and the children, they're ignored
The casualties of the paper war
It'll probably be too late but you will see
On the day that they devalue your precious currency
Man, I'm telling you now you've no idea what's in store
When they drop the atom bomb of the paper war
CHORUS
The pen can not defend itself against the angry hoard
There not gonna fight your paper war
And I'll live in a shack with dirt for a floor
But I won't die in your paper war
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Listen to the lonely whistle moan
Coming to the trestle 7 miles from home
The last of the iron ladies has run her final spur
I'm not one for wishing but I'm glad I'm not her
The romance with the rails has long since died
And now this proud old engines on her last ride
They'll put her in some museum
A testimony to there kind
But if they really opened up there eyes I think they'd find
CHORUS
That it's not what you feel
It's how you feel it
If I could fit it down my pants you know I think I'd steal it
And it's not how you honor them that keeps there soul alive
It's helping with there struggle to survive
Listen to the lonely whistle moan
Sitting on your back porch all alone
The sound of those 8 wheelers has long since passed us by
Progress is progress and sometimes I can't deny
CHORUS
Freight yards deserted dawn to dusk
Box cars sit and the rails they begin to rust
It's a distant fading empire succumb to the mighty buck
And a handful wants to save it now and I wish you lots of luck
CHORUS
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It's a pretty city from across the river
Like a fantasy castle in a fairy tale
It's a paradox a Pandora's box
That hides the lust and the love and the lies and the blood and the Grail
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And a single white female seeks anyone
A single white female seeks anyone in this runaway town
Well, the young girls and the old women clock in at 7:30
Dressed up in their sunrise blues and pinks
Through the diesel dust blows morning trains
And the perfume from the factories
And on a quiet day you can almost hear the chains
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The bald head kid draws images for change upon the sidewalk
And by noon there's people filling up the street
But the artifact is camouflaged and the kids get shown no quarter
And his masterpiece lies underneath there feet
While the army of salvation pitches pennies for her soul
And she can see with her eyes closed just where this is going
It seems like all our days are numbered and all our lives are old
Sometimes it's hard to feel anything worth showing
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She don't care if it's another woman
She don't care if it's another man
She don't care where their going
She don't care where they've been
She's just looking for love and original sincerity
She sits up real late in her guilty cage
Spends a lot of time alone with the radio
Thinks about the girls on MTV
Yeah, she's made her bed and she sleeps in it
With anyone she wants to
With only herself to blame herself to please
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Well, she walks alone with the factory girls
The exodus of Friday
Dressed down in their sunset blues and pinks
She stumbles across the train tracks runs across the highway
And goes out to the bars to flirt and drink
CHORUS
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Crazy Johnny was a problem child
A little weird and a little wild
But the babes would melt whenever he smiled
And god could he sling that guitar
Sad eyed Bonnie was a Hollywood girl
She spent all her nights in her own little world
Cruising the clubs and diving for pearls
Bonnie was the queen of the bars
They met on a bus from Monterey
Got laid in the bathroom most of the way
He got off in Ventura
She stayed on to LA
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But it's alright if it's only one night long
It's just an illusion
It's just an American song
Nikki came from Ft. Lauderdale
She dropped out of school
It was better than failing
Spring break was over and Nikki was ailing
And looking for something new
Lazzlo, he was a long haul trucker
A lot of people said he was a mother fucker
But for a pretty face he was a real sucker
And I think maybe Nikki knew too
She thumbed him down on 95
Laz figured she'd be a pretty good ride
She dumped him in Houston
The only thing hurt was his pride
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So don't look down when your backs against the wall
If they need to let them fall
Sometimes it's all that you can do
Don't bitch and shout
They'd rather die than live without
Sometimes the shadow of the doubt is all there is to prove
Sunshine came from Telluride
She followed the tour 'til Jerry died
She took a lot of trips
She said she could fly
And who am I to say she couldn't
Bobby, he sold real estate
He wasn't looking for love
He thought it was too late
Pushing hard on sixty
Never found a mate
Thought that he never would
They met in a bar on Delaware Bay
He bought her a drink
She wanted to stay
And as far as I know they're still together today
But it's alright if it takes your whole life long
It's only a story it's just an American song
But it's alright
Sing it to me all night long
It's just an illusion
It's just an American song
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© Words and music by Will Hoppey
ALL THINGS FOR A REASON
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Can anyone say where you go when you die?
Into the ground or into the sky
Magicians, charlatans, pontiffs, and faith
Maybe you can find you can go any place
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All things for a Reason
All things for a Reason
The truth is illusive, lies never end
History rewinds, and then plays back again
Those we called enemies, now we call friends
And how long it stays that way, that all depends
CHORUS
I can not tell you, but its been implied
That Brutus and Judas had god on their side
All questions answers in paper and ink
You can lead men to knowledge
But you can't make them think
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A handful of perols, the wisdom we hold
Found in the last twenty decades or so
And how will we use it? For good or for bad?
To save us or screw up the chance that we had?
CHORUS
I can not tell you, but its been implied
That Brutus and Judas had god on their side
All questions answers in paper and ink
You can lead men to knowledge
But you can't make them think
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CRAZY TOWN
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She sits in the parking lot stares up at the morning sky
The oil spots look just like melted crayons
She confronts her recollection and in the sky's reflection
She sees every little detail of a life gone wrong
She flips on the radio there's nothing there but static
And some shitty AM station out of Buffalo
She thinks about a boy she knew in someone else's lifetime
One she never took the time to get to know
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In Crazy Town no one hangs around for long
In Crazy Town they hardly make a sound
In Crazy Town little black lies surround you
And no one wants to stay another day in Crazy Town
As the planes take off and land she holds a locket in her hand
Insides a photograph of someone else's lover
In the other is a red balloon and she swears upon the moon
She won't spend another night with him or any other
But they'll talk a little while soon she'll talk him into bed
And she'll go quietly afraid that god might hear her
And for one night her one light is shining like the sun
So bright she's afraid that it might blind her in the mirror
CHORUS
Harlots on Harleys and dangerous strangers
Chrome horses scream like fallen angels
It's a psychotic circus her favorite playground
But she's afraid of the clowns
She sits out in the long term parking lots have come and gone
For a year she's had a ticket in her purse
She's tried so hard for so long that wrong is right and reasons gone
And she starts to think it can't get any worse
And if she take just one more ride maybe deep inside she'll find
What she's looking for is right around the corner
She lets go of her red balloon and swears that someday soon she'll try to leave again
But you know I tried to warn her
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Everybody's asking questions
No one knows the truth
Everybody's got religion
They all swear they got the proof
Don't need to be no inquisitions
Don't want to be in that position
Everybody's going no where
They all gotta be there yesterday
They can't see no tomorrow
They can't even see today
But we all got to take a stab
To see just what we can grab
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I need a place sometimes
Everybody needs a place
I need a place to find
Some peace of mind
Everybody's cutting corners
Trying to get there slice of life
You stare in strange amazement
As they slash each other with the knife
They can't even lick their fingers
Cause they're always in the pie
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They can't even lick their fingers
Cause they're always in the pie
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Sunday sit in silence
Monday says it all
Friday screams for freedom
Cut the chains and have a ball
With their attitudes adjustified
Everyone is Saturday's child
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Lately it's strange, I'm not myself
I feel new, like I was somebody else
As good as gold, wanna share the wealth
What could it mean?
I go places I never could
I do things I never thought I would again
Guess it's a bad sign, I feel so good again
What could it mean?
I think I'm in love, what can I be thinking of
I think I'm in love, somebody stop me
I think I'm in love, what can I be thinking of
I think I'm in love, how did this happen
I can't think, I think too deep
I can't dream, 'cause you fill my sleep
I can't work, don't want to eat
What could it mean?
This ain't like those kiss and tells
The bitter suites in the lonely hotels
It feels like heaven, aw what the hell
What could it mean?
I think I'm in love, what can I be thinking of
I think I'm in love, somebody slap me
I think I'm in love, how did this happen
I think I'm in love, there must be a hole in my wall
I think I'm in love, what can I be thinking of
I think I'm in love, how did this happen
I think I'm in love, there must be a hole in my wall
I think I'm in love, oh god, what next now
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