Lyrics:
up, the other can't decide
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse
Sometimes I think I know
words fail she speaks
Her mix tape's a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
So the roses can see
Oh I... have you got nothing to say
And you can
I went around the country
With my tape recorder and I taped different people having sex. I would just sit
Outside their bedroom windows without
turn on the tap
But the water's too loud
And I'm caged by the fact
That the battle's not lost
Is it the hair of the dog
Or the Baa
You give sweet, and how easily, I, I fall deep
Your touch pours like honey on my skin, smooth it lingers
You, the cure the 'cause, of my blues
My
heal
They just get better
But the more time that goes by
I feel like a debtor
Cause I'm spending all of my money
Buying duct tape
Giving it to my puppy
Down by the docks the talking turned:
"As some are striving to survive,
the others thrive"
(Reaching the realm of no return)
"I don't want
had called that fucker by its name...
Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call?
Did you find what you were looking for or not at all?
Not
With bits of memories scattered here and there
I look around and don't know where to start
Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong
(wah-la-la-la)
I need some sympathy (wah-la-la-la)
Anita (wah-la-la-la)
I love ya (wah-la-la-la)
Come and sit by me, oh-oh
That's a tape that we made
But
Benjamin
Science whiz
My computer bat friend
Tell me where
Tell me when
I'll meet you ninja Ben
At the back of the record store
With tapes
Long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays (oh, baby)
Long hot days we'll be catchin' the rays
You know my tape deck is blastin'
My car's fast
When
me and the Mob gotta trunk fulla 9's
Play ya and I'll slay ya
I got thug-made dough by the ha-ir
Ready to buck buck buck and it's a must
To duck
I let my tape rock
Til my tape popped
(In stereo)
(Here we go, here we, here we go)
I let my tape rock
Til my tape popped
(In
it!
When my world gets loud, could you make it quiet down?
When my head, it pounds, could you turn down all the sound?
If I lay in pain, by my side
the streets and spread like a disease
Neighborhoods infected then misdirected
It ain't no cure and it's hard to correct it
Bless by the most high cursed by
bits of memories scattered here and there
I look around and don't know where to start
Which books are yours?
Which tapes and dreams belong to you
it's a case of emergency
There's a patient by the name of Gregory
Night nurse
Only you alone can quench this jah thirst
My night nurse, oh gosh
Oh
Down Hearted man where do you come from
You're troubled by the world and your situation
How can you justify what's so clear in your eyes
The operator
But he can't figure out his income tax
And the tapes go hmm-mm-mm-mm….
*Attorney General
© 1974 (renewed) DARTMOOR MUSIC
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They story's slow with no conclusion
On and on the tape is clicking
Step by step, and I am choking
On and on the tape is clicking
All the people with
I'll show you the cure
I'm gonna take away the questions
Yeah, I'm gonna make you sure, yeah
A hit man for the order
When you couldn't go to school
took a dose
For to cure her ill, she bought some pills
And bought them by the gross
And she wore a belt whenever she felt
The pain in her diddly push
than sin, You're the cure for my disease
You are more than enough, more than enough for me
Your grace has made a way for me to say what I believe
I am
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