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Pirates (1981) |
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I say this was no game of chicken |
You were aiming your best friend |
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck |
I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad |
Now its daddy on the booze |
And Brando on the ice |
Now it's Dean in the doorway |
With one more way he can't play this scene twice |
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love |
And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her |
But that's not where you were thinking... |
How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked? |
How now look who shows up |
In the same place |
In this case |
I think it's better |
To face it --- |
We belong together |
We belong together |
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Once Johnny the King made a spit ring |
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man |
And he entwine her in his finger |
And she lay there like a baby in his hand |
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas |
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders |
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees |
But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair |
To turn her into a tattoo |
That will whisper |
Into the back of Johnny's black hair |
And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain |
Lookin' for a leather jacket |
And a girl who wrote her name forever |
A promise that --- |
We belong together |
We belong together |
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Shall we weigh along these streets |
Young lions on the lam? |
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart |
All left on neon for them? |
Who are foolish |
Who are victim |
Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would |
Move into your eyes and lips and |
Every tear |
That falls down on the neighborhood now |
I said "Bird, we just gotta tell them" |
And they turn and ignore us |
And the only heroes we got left |
Are written right before us |
And the only angel who sees us now |
Watches through each other's eyes |
And I can hear him |
In every footstep's passing sigh |
He goes crazy these nights |
Watching heartbeats go by... |
And they wisper --- |
We belong together |
We belong together |
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Eddie's got one crazy eye |
that turns him into a cartoon |
wahen a pretty girl comes by |
and there's nothin' here to do anymore |
he sits on the stoop all day |
like there's something he's waiting for |
Cunt-finger Louie picks up Eddie in the alley |
he's got all those guys with him |
from that town where they all look like Frankie Valli |
they speak fluently blonde |
from her legs to her cigarette |
and Louie told Eddie that he'd fix him up |
but he ain't come back yet |
well, you know |
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It's more trouble than it's worth |
it's more trouble than it's worth |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
Tell him where you are --- |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
Tell him where you are |
Tell him where you are |
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Zero quit school |
and she lost her job again |
and then her boyfriend beat her up |
and now he won't let her in |
so she's walking by his joint |
in a black and blue dress |
she looks at Louie who elbows Eddie who says |
"don't tell me, lemme guess." |
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It's more trouble than it's worth |
he's more trouble than he's worth |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
Tell him where you are --- |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
Tell him where you are |
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Well at first when it was this way |
when they're the only ones |
and you've got all these ideas |
you never tell to anyone |
there are always magnets |
pulling each of you there |
living every story you'd dare |
to be the only ones |
the only ones... |
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Oh, who are living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
oh yeah, we'll be living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
gotta be living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
oh yeah, we're living it up |
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Louie and Eddie found a reason then and there |
carried her over the bridges like fluttering pages they didn't care |
in the terminal where dreams |
let so many tickets through |
when strangers look in faces |
and see somebody there they knew |
you might meet me tomorrow |
as all the lights are blooming green |
and you're feeling a little lonely, |
a little sad, a little mean |
remember a place |
inside of that hotel |
where you could do anything you want to do |
you couldn't tell |
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If it's more trouble than it's worth |
ah, this is more trouble than it's worth |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
tell him where you are --- |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
I'm waiting you could |
tell him where you are --- |
Oh Wild and the Only ones |
why don't you tell him where you are? |
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She was pregnant in May |
Now they're on their way |
Dashing thru the snow |
To St. John's, here we go |
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Well, it could be a boy |
But it's okay if he's girl |
Oh, these things that grow out of |
The things that we give |
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We should move to the west side |
They still believe in things |
That give a kid half a chance |
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When he pulled off the road |
Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams |
Said he fit an APB, |
A robbery nearby |
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And he go for his wallet |
And they thought he was going for a gun |
And the cops blew Bird away |
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Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons |
Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms |
But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with |
If a son's in a tree building model planes? |
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Skeletons, |
Skeletons. |
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Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking on La Brea Avenue |
To find the Stax and Sun |
They were reaching to get to |
They was a rapping the flat scat |
Diamond dialectos of points and taps |
Between the chicken and the back |
They drew themselves a be-bop |
Midnight map |
They said "do you got a map the next joint?" |
"Do you got a map the next joint?" |
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Pick it up on the night train |
Down on the corner of rhythm and blues |
Where I have met all of my boys since |
Back in '52 |
Bringing 'em Stax and Sun |
Cuz I think that Cleveland forgot |
And Memphis forgot |
Where they were coming from |
Do ya like it? Do ya like it like that? |
Do you like rapping the fat scat? |
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Woody and Dutch dance in the cell of fourteen |
Like a pill they do it all night |
Spectators, |
White-walls, find and greased back |
Every Saturday night |
Leaning in the scenery |
Picking up the kids |
At the next door neighbors' |
"Yeah I know what you did |
Yeah I got a room you can stay in |
If you promise you won't make so much noise" |
"No I won't" |
"No I don't!" |
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Come on - Joey get out of school |
We got places to go |
A '57 Lincoln you got a radio that hurts |
And the girls like to touch it |
Just to find out if it works |
But don't look at me |
It wasn't me |
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Joey live on the edge of the corner |
Of living on the run |
I like to ride in the middle |
I'm just tryin to have some fun |
Until the Pirates come |
And take me |
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And I won't need a pilot |
Got a pirate who might sail |
Somewhere I heard far away |
You answer me |
So i'm holding on |
To your rainbow sleeves |
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Well, goodbye boys, |
Oh my buddy boys, |
Oh my sad-eyed Sinatras |
It'as a cold globe around the sea |
You keep the shirt that I bought ya |
And I know you'll get the chance to make it |
And nothin's gonna stop you |
You just reach right out and take it |
You say - So long, lonely Avenue |
So long lonely avenue |
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I'll see you there |
Wait 'n see |
Be lookin' for me |
Just like you |
Just like me |
Oh, he's a lucky guy |
Oh, he's a lucky guy |
He doesn't worry about me |
When I'm gone |
He goes to sleep at night |
He don't turn off the light |
And wonder how to find me |
Or if I'm alone |
Oh, he's a lucky guy |
I wish I was like him |
Cuz when he talks about me |
He don't look this way |
He's a lucky guy |
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He used to walk with me |
He used to talk to me |
See, we have these secrets |
That no one else could hear |
Well, he's not the only one |
No, no not the only one |
But what happens to them? |
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Do they matter? |
Do they disappear |
Into a lonely girl? |
Now I'm a lonely girl |
Cuz I want somebody with me in the world |
Oh, he's a lucky guy |
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Fontune walks right in the door |
And here I am |
Just like before |
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Well, I'm not gonna turn around |
I'm not his pretty clown |
I'm not the one caught |
Like he thought |
He was the last one I had there |
Cuz I did a foolish thing |
A real, real stupid thing |
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I told him I love him |
And I want him there |
When I knew he wouldn't come |
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And I knew he didn't care |
And I'll cry awhile |
I'll cry awhile |
But when I wake up |
Tomorrow is a new day |
I'm a lucky guy |
Hey, I'm a lucky guy |
Real, real lucky guy |
Hey, I'm a lucky guy |
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We go down round |
The far side of the tracks |
Lolitas playing dominoes and poker |
Behind their daddy's shacks |
Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys |
On a pearl splashing glass |
If they give us any flack |
If they come up on our ass |
We'll just give 'em the go-by |
The Cadillac pass |
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Take me now |
From the blue and pale room I'd follow |
Through the faces and the traces of |
Treasure I keep hearing inside me |
Madmen throw their voices |
From pretty boys |
And from the best ones |
You pick up connections |
As they hand you your directions |
To the Western Slope |
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I lied to my angel so I could take you downtown |
I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around |
And I know what people say about me |
But I lied to my angel and now he can't find me |
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I'm sorry |
I saw him |
I saw him |
Laughing |
I could hear them |
Laughing |
Alive |
I could hear them |
E. A. Poe |
And Johnny Johnson |
If you dial in |
They're calling from the Western Slope |
Who's the thin thread of light |
That keeps you strangled in the scenery |
That follows my voice --- can you se me? |
Then follow my voice |
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Who raised this banner? |
That no one hears --- The Jack |
Beneath the axis |
Digging under the current |
Someone's trying to get back |
But who's qualified to retrieve |
The soul's enduring song? |
From the grottos of her eyes |
And the clashing stars |
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E. A. Poe |
And Johnny Johnson |
If you dial in |
They're calling from the Western Slope |
Who's the thin thread of light |
That keeps you strangled in the scenery |
That follows my voice --- can you se me? |
Then follow my voice --- see me? |
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But after all |
There are such things |
And these are the things |
Who'll turn your memories back into dreams again |
Oh, it's all flying and waving |
For you to keep trying |
You're so close. |
So close. |
All the returns |
One of these days, |
One of these days, |
One of these days, |
One of these days. |
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Come on - Joey get out of school |
We got places to go |
A '57 Lincoln you got a radio that hurts |
And the girls like to touch it |
Just to find out if it works |
But don't look at me |
It wasn't me |
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Joey live on the edge of the corner |
Of living on the run |
I like to ride in the middle |
I'm just tryin to have some fun |
Until the Pirates come |
And take me |
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And I won't need a pilot |
Got a pirate who might sail |
Somewhere I heard far away |
You answer me |
So i'm holding on |
To your rainbow sleeves |
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Well, goodbye boys, |
Oh my buddy boys, |
Oh my sad-eyed Sinatras |
It'as a cold globe around the sea |
You keep the shirt that I bought ya |
And I know you'll get the chance to make it |
And nothin's gonna stop you |
You just reach right out and take it |
You say - So long, lonely Avenue |
So long lonely avenue |
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I'll see you there |
Wait 'n see |
Be lookin' for me |
Just like you |
Just like me |
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Lyrics R.L. Jones except 4. (with D.Kalish) and 7. (with S.Bernardi) © 1980, 1981 Easy Money Music / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited |
Testi R.L. Jones tranne 4. (con D.Kalish) and 7. (con S.Bernardi) © 1980, 1981 Easy Money Music / Riproduzione per usi commerciali vietata |
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