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Mr. Spaceboy
03:24
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Mr. Spaceboy
Hello Mr. Spaceboy, where did you go
It seems everybody knows but me
When you failed to appear
for your television premiere
that’s when everybody
stopped believing in you
but not me
I just kept staring at the screen
Untethering from a star
returning to the Milky Way
I recognize you
You recognize me
and we both see
what could never be
Mr. Spaceboy…
Mr. Spaceboy…
Back here on earth
drawing constellations of you
following every falling star
I recognize you
you recognize me
and we both see
what could never be
Mr. Spaceboy… ahhhhh
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba, etc.
BYE BYE
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you could smell the blood
on the wall of Wall Street
when I came upon it
it was a fresh kill
and if Jesus couldn't save us
and Bob Dylan couldn't change us
what makes you think you will
if Jesus couldn't save us
and Bob Dylan could change us
what makes you think I can
I killed you on the orders of another man
he taught me how to do it
with a knife and my bare hands
and he watched me as I came in for the kill
Yeah, he watched me as I came in for the kill
....
And I left you on that wall
with your eyes wide open
so you could see me
walking away
I left you on that wall
with your eyes wide open
so you would know
who was here today
And if Jesus couldn't save you
and Bob Dylan couldn't change you
what makes you think I care
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4. |
Requiem
02:01
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5. |
Sargasso Sea
03:58
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SARGASSO SEA
In the last desperate days of the war
worn out with our backs against the wall
we pushed our boys out of planes
with no parachutes bombs or anything
so the enemy’d know how serious we were
And after the war I wandered
lookin’ for a place to settle down
and I planted my flag on this platform
that I built in the Sargasso Sea
and I’m sittin’ on a big box of money with my rifle
And I spend most of my days on this wide open sea
catchin’ birds and playing my guitar
I paint the birds let them fly away
and write a new song almost everyday
And skeleton ships drift by
lost through the centuries
their crews cry, "hey, what ho, hey!"
We’re all ghosts in the Sargasso Sea
And I spend most of my days
catchin’ birds and playing my guitar
I paint the birds let them fly away
and write a new song almost everyday
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6. |
Silly Song
02:02
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7. |
Kiss Me
01:43
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8. |
Funeral Party!
02:44
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9. |
Coyote Hotel
02:31
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10. |
Requiem Redux
01:42
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