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Cornell Notes Template Evernote App. » » » EXILE ON COLDHARBOUR LANE EXILE ON COLDHARBOUR LANE CONVERTED Forty days you've been tired and tempted, Forty nights you've been out in the cold, Every phoneline conversation's intercepted, And you can't reconnect 'cos the frequency is closed. So many miles you've been out of direction, So many signs but you ain't got nowhere to go. Your cadillac's has got its headlights disconnected, Rolling your wheels down the wrong side of the road. Can you see them now Can you see them now Can you see the sisters swinging? Can you hear them now Can you hear them now Can you hear the brothers singing?

Let's go back to church, Let's go back to church, So damn long since we sung the song, Let's go back to church. Let's go back to church, Let's go back to church, Anyday now, anyway anyhow, Let's go back to church. You drink the wine but it tastes like water. You broke the bread but it had turned to stone. Your sacrement it lay scattered on the pavement The covenants you kept they'd all been stolen and sold. But you can see them now You can see them now You can see the sisters swinging.

You can hear them now You can hear them now You can hear the brothers singing SPEED OF THE SOUND OF LONELINESS (John Prine) WOKE UP THIS MORNING You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun Mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine, But you were born under a bad sign, With a blue moon in your eyes. You woke up this morning All that love had gone, Your Papa never told you About right and wrong. But you're looking good, baby, I believe you're feeling fine, (shame about it), Born under a bad sign With a blue moon in your eyes. You woke up this morning The world turned upside down, Thing's ain't been the same Since the blues walked into town. But you're one in a million You've got that shotgun shine (shame about it).

Born under a bad sign, With a blue moon in your eyes. When you woke up this morning everything was gone, by half past ten your head was going ding-dong. Webroot Secureanywhere Antivirus Serial Number.

Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes, like some voice tryin to tell you there's something you should know. Last night you were flying but today you're so low Ain't it times like these that make you wonder If you'll ever know The meaning of things as they appear to the others; wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Don't you wish you didn't function, Don't you wish you didn't think beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink? Well you do so make up your mind to go on, Cos when you woke up this morning Everything you had was gone. U DON'T DANS 2 TEKNO Last train to Mashville girl, You got on board.

Packed up your medicines, left without a word. Now you're strung out in suburbia waitin' for that call, You just chill out by yourself behind your front door. You lost the plot again, Where you are now ain't clear. It's a misty morning memory, The road that took you here.

Your special k keeps the chills away With your needle and your spoon, Starin' at the walls sharin your score with no one. And u don't dans 2 tekno anymore. I don't see you under the strobe light on the dance floor. It's been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile, U don't dans 2 tekno anymore Bein' a loverman and a dj lots of girls come down the front when I'm on the one's and two's.

There was this one particular girl though she was so beautiful she used to knock my eyes out every damn time. One night, she took this funny little heart shaped pill and just died right there in front of me. Now she don't dans 2 tekno anymore. U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.

U don't dans 2 tekno anymore. U don't dans 2 tekno, So sad since you let it go.

U don't dans 2 tekno anymore. Your 808 and the 303 Ain't the friends that they used to be, You got no time for sweet 909.

You said goodbye to Chicago and Detroit said you Lord, you let her go and there ain't no guest list at the border line. All the people sing And u don't dans 2 tekno anymore. I don't see you under the strobe light on the dance floor. It's been awhile since I saw your ultraviolet smile, U don't dans 2 tekno anymore. No, u don't dans 2 tekno anymore lord above U don't dans 2 tekno anymore U don't dans 2 tekno So sad since you let it go And u don't dans 2 tekno anymore U don't dans 2 tekno anymore, Hip hop or electro. U don't dans 2 tekno anymore.

U don't dans 2 tekno anymore. BOURGEOISIE BLUES Dialectic: I.V.

Lenin (Socialism In The Mainline) Bourgeoisie parliamentarianism, the highest state of society. Third World debt, First World exploitation. What a society we're living in, Selling Third World drugs at First World prices. They say Lenin was wrong, who says? It's enough to give me the fucking blues I know you're searching for some new sensation 'Cos I saw you with the Sugarman. You took a taste of that sweet salvation, Now you're eating out of the palm of his hand.

You hear some line from a song that reminds you Of the time when you were seventeen. The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, 'Cos now money is your melody. Looks like, Temptation gotta hold on you She's eating away at your dreams, You're so hungry for that smell of money You've been wasting away for years.

Hear you were hustling with some heavy connections Hooked up on those dollars and dimes. You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill Any motherfucker messing with your goldmine. Now you walk the line, trying to buy yourself time, With some honey-backed guarantee. But the bees they are buzzing and the flies they are humming, Round the holes in your hypocrisy. Looks like, Temptation gotta hold on you She's eating away at your dreams, You're so hungry for that smell of money You've been wasting away for years.

AIN'T GOING TO GOA Larry Love do you remember when I came upon you In that place of suffering in the Valley of Darkness? I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart. From that day forward I told you to go out And spread my word through music - Sweet pretty country acid house music. From that day Larry, you not only joined my church, You embraced my whole philosophy, My whole way of life. But remember little man - Don't you go to Goa. I believe I'm gonna Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva offa my shelf Take down my tie dyes, my Tibetan bells Cool down my carma with a can of O.P.T.

Ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library. Chorus There's one thing I know, Lord above, I ain't gonna go, I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't goin' to Goa now I ain't goin' to Goa, Ain't gonna Goa now. Ain't dancin' trance, no thanx, no chance to t-t-tranquilise me. Ain't sippin' no smart bar drinks, you, that don't satisfy me. Dosing up my dharma, with a drop of gasoline, I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantra talkin' don't move me.

I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal silicon chip. I ain't walking on lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip. Timothy Leary, just check out this theory, he sold acid for the F.B.I. Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under, you can keep your California Sunshine. 'Cos the righteous truth is, there ain't nothing worse than some fool lying on some Third World beach in spandex, psychedelic trousers, smoking damn dope pretending he gettin' consciousness expansion. I want consciousness expansion, I go to my local tabernacle an' I sing!