1. |
Burn in the USA
03:21
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What about those dreams
That do nothing but wait
At the bottom of your pocket
That bursts at the seams
What about this dreaming
Is it coming too late
So we hush it and lock it
But deep inside it's screaming
They just burn in the USA
We let them burn in the USA
What about those rags
Wavered in the country
At first they're white
But then we fight
We get stars of pride
We get bloody stripes
That blow in the wind
It's blowing in the wind
Well let them burn in the USA
And our Natives burn
With tears of fire
We settle a monument
That just us admire
There's nobody learnin'
There's nobody learning
Well some guts are churning
But they don't learn
We let them burn in the USA
But we all yearn
For these free doves flyin'
But here's a buzzard comin'
And a crow that sneers
So we turn
Our hopes into prayers
For God we chant
But God is dead
We burnt him in the USA
Yeah we burn in the USA
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2. |
Not to fight
03:26
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It's an empty room and the walls are white
Pride is hanging low in the light
And if the dark is a friend sometimes
It's all right not to fight
It's all right not to fight
There's a shame livin' down in the mirror
And it's coming up this way
And a grey rain falls today
All of our days are counted they say
Well I think it's okay
It's okay not to stay
It's okay not to stay
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3. |
Laurene
01:37
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Laurene
Your eyes are green
And on the evening
They lean
Laurene
Your heart is clean
And in the morning
It beams
Laurene
Where have you been
You and the fourteen
You were so unseen
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4. |
The cute ones
03:21
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They say that beauty is inside
Well, I still have a drive for the cute ones
And they say it's great what they hide
Me, I have a love for the cute ones
They say those ones have got a gem inside
Well, I still burn for the skinny ones
They say they won't starve themselves just to provide
What I want, but I want a skinny one
Am I blind, should I be ashamed
You say you go for the mind, well I do the same
But I want my present to be nicely wrapped up
With fancy paper
They say love is inside
It is something that hides from my eyes
Well I love the skin outside too
And the love it provides
Am I hollow, am I an animal
If I follow your body down the mall
Girl I've been swallowed by your beauty
After all
I want both
I want her to be pretty
And to be sharp
I want both
I want you to be pretty
And to be smart
I want your wits
And I want your tits
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5. |
Maybe I flee
00:59
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I’m going far far away
Somewhere I’m good
I sure hope to find you there too
When you’re ready
I’m finding it hard hard to stay
Maybe I could
But there’s so much there for love
To hold steady
And maybe I flee
Maybe I’m brave
Cause maybe we’re free
So come with me
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6. |
Mary-Ann
06:38
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When your body takes
Mine is a-leavin'
When your body shakes
Mine is a-fadin'
But it's my body breaking
When yours is asleep
It's my body aching
And yours don't ever weep
When your moon is rising
And I'm all engulfed
I see the horizon
But you draw my gun
My body's resting
When yours is at war
I'm no good for wrestling
I'm scared of what you are
And I'm doing the best that I can
Yes I'm doing the best that I can
Yes I'm doing the best that I can
I'm doing my best Mary-Ann
Now the night is too slow
And the white is graying
Your eyes are too low
For the light to hit in
You once were a beggar
Now you're a crook
And you feel so much better
Not ashamed of what you took
And I'm doing the best that I can
Yes I'm doing the best that I can
Giving all I possibly am
I'm doing my best Mary-Ann
When your body peaks
Mine is ashamed
It's numb and it's weak
When your blood is aflame
But it's my body bleeding
When yours is away
It's my body needing
But yours don't ever pay
And I'm doing the best that I can
Yes I'm doing the best that I can
I'm doing my best Mary-Ann
Giving all I possibly can
Giving all I possibly am
Think of how it all began (wink to L.Cohen)
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7. |
Stay wild
01:58
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I want my horse to stay wild
Stay wild
But I know it means I can’t ride
I can’t ride
But stay wild
And if love is what you make of it
Come and spank me I won’t fake
I ‘ll have fun and then I’ll cry
Stay wild
Stay wild
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The Wooden Wolf France
The music of The Wooden Wolf, deeply sincere, is a music of spaces. They are big and wild, small and intimate, he absorbs the details and fills the void. It is an introspective music that nourishes text prose flower. His sensitivity make all the flavor of his compositions: a sensitivity as unique as universal. ... more
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