1.California(Sue Vickers)
How you doin' out in california
Now that you've made the grade
Is there chance you'd think of me
And all the things we did together
How you doin' out in california
Now that you've got it made
You must be glad you made the break
But how i wish you'd stayed
Livin' out in california
Seems to suit you well
But my news is all second hand
So it's hard for me to tell
One day i'll make it out to california
See if its what it seems
I've been there many times before
But only in my dreams
2.Chicago Institute(Peter Thomas Mann Flett)
Way back there an explosion of hope
Hit out hard in a furnace of steel
I thought life was a fire
I thought life was a high time
(i thought life was a fire)
I thought life was a symbol
(i thought life was for livin)
I thought life was for livin
(i thought life was a symbol)
I thought life was a fire
There's an institute in chicago
With a room full of machines
And they live this side of the sunrise
And burn away your dreams
Once you fly to chicago - in chicago you will die
When that institute in chicago has recorded you and i
There's an empty house in california
But they'll always let you in
And they'll make you feel oh so easy
Like you never learned to sin
Oh yeah that's how they made it how they made it seem so clean
Yes that empty house in california is our brave new world's
machine
At the institute in chicago from the first day you were born
Oh they just can't tell what your feelin'
And they can't see how you're torn
When your name's just a number - just a number you will die
Cos that institute in chicago never knew you were alive
Way back there a reflection of me
Turned my head in a circle of time
I thought life was for (livin)
I thought life was a (high time)
I thought life was a (fire)
I thought life was a (symbol)
3.Circles(Alan Mark)
Going round in circles
Directions all messed up
I go to ground on a bottle of wine
And drown myself in the flood
My frozen toes are beginning to melt
And think i'm catching a cold
Got oil on my feathers and i can't fly
I gotta get back to your love
I'm a clown without a circus
There's no-one to see my act
I can dance and sing and stand on my head
Nodbody knows where i'm at
My frozen toes are beginning to melt
I think i'm catching a cold
Got oil on my feathers and i can't fly
I gotta get back to your love
My days are long and lonely
And i feel so insecure
There ain't nothing funny i'm losing you honey
I can't laugh anymore
Old chang surely told me
Not to mess with what you got
But i went stomping all over your head
Like a bull in a china shop
4.Davy's On The Road Again(John Simon＆Robbie Robertson)
Davy's on the road again
Wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turnin' handouts down
To keep his pockets clean
All his goods are sold again
His word's as a good as gold again
Sez if you see jean now ask her
Please - to pity me
Jean and i we moved along
Since the day - down in the hollow
When the mind went driftin' on
And the feet were soon to follow
Davy's on the road again
Wearin' different clothes again
Davy's turnin' handouts down
To keep his pockets clean
Sayin' his goodbyes again
Wheels are in his eyes again
Sez if you seen jean now as her
Please - to pity me
Downtown in the big town
Gonna set you back on your heels
With a mouth full of memories
And a lot of stickers for my windshield
Shut the door cut the light
Davy won't be home tonight
You can wait till the dawn rolls in
You won't see our davy again
5.Drowing On Dry Land／fish Soup(Slade)
Sitting in a silent room
The walls around me screaming
Rely on nothing wait on no one
Standing between light and dark
Watch the mirrors gleaming
Shine on nothing showing no one
Drowning on dry land
Cast adrift on an empty sea
Drowning on dry land
Put aside with the will to be
Stranded at the break of dawn
And where the stories ending
Tells of nothing hearing no one
I stand without a word to say
The silent room is empty
Sings of nothing changing no one
6.Mighty Quinn(Bob Dylan)
Ev'rybody's building the big ships and the boats,
Some are building monuments,
Others, jotting down notes,
Ev'rybody's in despair,
Ev'ry girl and boy
But when quinn the eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty quinn.
I like to do just like the rest, i like my sugar sweet.
But guarding fumes and making haste,
It ain't my cup of meat
Ev'rybody's 'neath the trees,
Feeding pigeons on a limb
But when quinn the eskimo gets here,
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty quinn.
A cat's meow and a cow's moo, i can recite 'em all,
Just tell me where it hurts yuh, honey,
And i'll tell you who to call.
Nobody can get no sleep,
There's someone on ev'ryone's toes
But when quinn the eskimo gets here,
Ev'rybody's gonna wanna doze
Come all without, come all within,
You'll not see nothing like the mighty quinn.
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