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Lonely days lonely nights
Hoping thing s gonna turn out right
You had me hanging on a string
For you I did most anything
You don t give me no
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Its a blind mans eye baby ain t no youth
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Don t need your lies I got my proof

Put your face up to my window
Ask me baby what did I see
Well I know I know you ain t right
I know you ain t right for me
You don t give me no
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Gods little baby s got nothing to shoot
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Get your kicks on a different route
All I want is the truth
All I want is the truth

All I want is
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Blind mans eye baby ain t no use
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Don t need your lies I got nothing to prove
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Gods little baby s got nothing to shoot
The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth
Get your kicks on a different route
Don t hurt ya
Don t hurt ya
The truth don t hurt ya
The truth don t hurt ya
Don t hurt ya don t hurt ya
The truth don t hurt ya
(fade)

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My tea turned seven shades darker
as I sit n write these words
and London s gettin paler
in my theatre of the absurd.
You figured for an evening
and you made it all worthwile.
It s seldom people have a job
and even rarer that I smile.

Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
and never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Someone took the park away
but they left a lonely flower.

And if your songs be classics,
throw them to the hurd.
Truth is where they came from
and not this theatre of the absurd.
Some say you wanted to play for me
but it s only what you ve heard
that made you want to capture me
in your theatre of the absurd.
It was not me, I said myself
and you must do so, too.
I hope you have the strength to stay
when I ll be watchin you.

So baby,
play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
and never ever ours.
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Someone took the park away
but they left a lonely flower.

Oh when I got here back home tonight
something within me stirred.
Oh it must have been a different kind of play
that touched my theatre of the absurd.
Now I ll be on my way alone
But an interesting thing occurred
See nobody ever shared too much
in my theatre of the absurd.
And there I was back in London,
thought about history.
It was just like being in school again
but I felt something movin in me.
Hearin just a bit of the future,
oh it s comin and it s still blurred
and that s the only thing worth living for
in my theatre of the absurd.

Come on,
play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Teach your children to be them
and never ever ours.
Oh play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Someone took the park away
but they left a lonely flower.

(Beautiful)
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
(John, come on)
Play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Oh, play me some, (Come on, Eric) play me some,
play me Brixton power.
Oh, play me some, play me some,
play me Brixton power.

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The Gulf and Western Garbage
Just ain t the prettiest smell
When you re sleeping on the 4th floor up
It s like a living hell
New York s finest rounding up the bums
The firemen get no rest,
And ambulances signal death, on Central Park n West.

Now there ain t no sheets upon my bed,
Just a mattress and some wine.
The rain is pouring through the night
And I m glad my life is mine.
When Frank Carillo plays guitar
Trying to get it off his chest.
He gets the words he needs tonight
On Central Park n West.

And I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it s the best,
When I m locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park n West
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it s a mess,
But you ve got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city s the best.

And we all want just someone just like me
In the city we call home.
She leaves me sometimes when I write,
cause I write better on my own.
Bag ladies take my dollars)
Put my conscience to the test.
But waitresses give me coffee free
On Central Park n West.

So sing soul woman, sing the songs)
It s time to sing them now.
I m getting more than high from hearin em
Don t sing them quiet, sing them loud.
For you sang with the best of them
But now you re just a guest.
I tell you we ll get a hotel room
On Central Park n West.

Cause I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it s the best,
When I m locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park n West
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it s a mess,
But you ve got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city s the best.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, oh yeah.

I think, I think, I think, I think, I think it s the best,
When I m locked in the middle of New York city on Central Park n West.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know it s a mess,
But you ve got to be crazy to live in the city, and New York city s the best.

It begins to tell
‘round midnight
‘round midnight
I do pretty wait
‘till after sundown
It’s up to my feel of shed
But it really is bad, now it’s night yet.

Memories always start
‘round midnight
‘round midnight
I haven’t got the heart
To stand those memories
So when, when...

Story of a life
what what
Streets are so cold
do you feel me
yeah

Money don’t make the man man makes the money
seems like the worlds changing its so funny
people kill people die just for the money
mummy...

[talking]

Scorpio...Cancer...Leo...Taurus...Sagitarius...
Hey...hey, hey

[Soup]
Now, if theres a party theres about to be
Then let me start queing up the frequency
Six members, fresh spinners, we make the fly ladies say...
Hey...Hey
The Shak-Zulu shot a rhyme right through...

Night is leaving too early
My dreams are falling away
I lie dreaming to run close
why are you fading away from me?

Lost in you I m running nowhere
Searching for the land of dreams (where do you live?)
are you somewhere?...

Big sigh on my my a mountain lion, hello
Oxygen or baby this one s gonna blow
And we go up, down, up
And we go up and down again
Then we go down, up, down, up
We go down and up again-gain-gain

Three seeds cheap of turning torture into love
I wise up but it s...