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I’m riding ever higher on the crest of a tidal wave
High above the human race and just beneath the angels and saints
Suspended in time like starlight or ancient ruins
Hanging in between Heaven and Earth in Limbo
Like an astronaut on a spacewalk
A deep sea diver with his weights off
The souls of innocents drift past God’s window
And I spend too much time in Limbo
In Limbo
Lips against the glass I speak they don’t even hear a word I say
I’m begging for forgiveness and soliciting the prayers of the saints
I’ve held out the tin cup and I stole from the golden plate
Collecting change to find my way back to Limbo
And now they ask you what you’re drinking
Anything to stop the thinking
Until this blessed state turns sinful
I spend too much time in Limbo
In Limbo
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DICKIE BOY
So Dickie’s setting out on his own
He wants to get very far from home
He hits the streets with a broken heart
But the beauty boys are very smart
‘Cause there’s a man with money out there
He wants to spend on a boy so fair
He’ll spend it all on you
And this is all you have to do Say-------
Let me be your Dickie Boy I’m feeling curious And
You look so alone Come I’ll be your Dickie Boy
And I will walk with you ---- Dickie Boy
And I will talk to you ---- Dickie Boy
and I will walk with you
and it was not long ago you were just like the others
You lived a life of primitive luxury not caring for another
Then you found what you call love and by love your heart was broken
You tried to change and be sincere , but the truth was left unspoken
The cheap cologne and the scratchy fat face
Once made a boy like you so afraid
But there’s money in your hand
And that’s the only thing you understand
You wanna run but there’s something wrong
You wanna stop but you live too long
Good money for the self-employed
‘Til you’re nothing but a Dickie boy ooh---
Let me be your Dickie boy I’m feeling glamorous and
You look so alone Come, I’ll be your Dickie Boy
and it goes to your head Dickie Boy
but it’s time to go to bed Dickie Boy
and they will find you dead Dickie Boy
She said she said she said “I can’t be true to you”
He said He said “I know this to be true
But what am I to do I’m still in love with you?----"
She said she said she said “oh no that isn’t true”
He said oh yeah oh yeah “I must belong to you”
But what is she to do She’s not in love with you----
and it was not long ago you were just like the others
You lived a life in primitive luxury not caring for another
Then you found what you call love and by love your heart was broken
She tried to change and be sincere but the truth was left unspoken
She said she said she says “I can’t be true to you”
He said he said “I know this to be true
But what am I to do I’m still in love with you”
She said she said she says “oh no that isn’t true”
He said oh yeah oh yeah “I must be long to you”
But what is she to do She’s not in love with you……..
Let me be your Dickie boy I’m feeling curious
You look so alone Come, I’ll be your Dickie Boy
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In the middle of the night In the middle of a dream
In the silence of the dark You can hear them scream
Big Boys don’t cry they live a lie
They’re crying inside
Big Boys don’t cry
No one ever sees the big boys cry
They cry all the time
Mother gave them welts Every time they cried
Whenever they felt Something inside
That is how my friend the little boy died
But the big boy’s alive
Big Boys don’t cry
No one ever sees the big boys cry
Big Boys don’t cry
Waiting in the wings or she’s lying in wait
Never really clear if she’s sinner or saint
There is no difference between her love and her hate
Big boys don’t cry
Oooh you know they don’t cry They cry all the time
No one ever sees the big boys cry
Big Boys don’t cry
Big Boys don’t cry
Do you wanna see a grown man cry?
They’re crying inside
Big Boys don’t cry
Big Boys don’t cry
Mmmm ooh ooh ooh
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Eye Candy
03:46
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When I Fell For You
02:54
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Angry Young Wimps
05:11
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You won’t go out at night, you’d never stand a chance
Your hair never does what you want it to and you can’t even dance and all the
big meat competition is taking away your recognition
Why doesn’t anybody care? I mean it!
Why don’t those young girls see you there? You’ve seen it
Why doesn’t anybody care? I mean it!
Why is there pressure everywhere? And they don’t
know if it’s wrong or right. They don’t care if it’s day or night
But they know the time has come to fight for the angry wimps and
You just don’t know how they feel
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
At work they stare at you. They just don’t understand
You hide with a towel in the shower while everyone laughs and all the
Horse-hung competition bending you in that awkward position
Why doesn’t anybody care? I mean it!
Why do those young boys point and stare? You must have seen it
Why doesn’t anybody care? I really mean it!
You’re not respected anywhere. And they don’t
know if it’s wrong or right. They don’t care if it’s day or night
But they know the time has come to fight for the angry wimps and
You just don’t know how they feel
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps etc
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All The Worlds
01:22
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Murdering The Minutes
02:20
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Looking out on a Summer’s day. The sun shines the neighbors play
Laughing and drinking and ribbing each other When the storm hits They’re runnin’ for cover
The women strut around in their cute summer gear
In their pink baseball caps and stinking of beer
Primping and posing for anyone’s attention but not for their husbands who are too drunk to mention
I’m killin’ time
Murderin’ the minutes
Don’t have another line
Don’t have another rhyme
In the endless void of understanding of the collective bargaining soul
Are the absolutes that take the manhandling and shrink into the black and white hole
You’ll never find a truer man among you, but he’s not one to which you should aspire
For it’s not that he is honest and loyal or good It’s that you are traitors and liars
I’m killin’ time
Murderin’ the minutes
Don’t have another line
Don’t have another rhyme
I’m just killin’ time
Murderin’ the minutes
Don’t have another line
Don’t have another rhyme
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Running 'Round And Crazy
03:52
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Babylon
04:11
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I Don't Like The World
03:44
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I don’t like the world It makes me feel crazy makes me feel sad
I don’t like this world It makes me feel edgy makes me feel bad
Oh I’m ready to cross that line Oh I’m ready to leave it behind
Ohh I don’t like the world
I don’t like this life there’s nothin’ in it for me nothin’ in it for me
I don’t like the world nothin’ it in for me yeah
And I’m ready to cross that line Oh I’m ready to leave it behind
Ohh I don’t like the world
The world can tease the eyes the body is tantalized.
You’re a big shot you’re so hot grapes of wrath are rotting
The time has come to choose rise from the micro ooze
spotted polka dotted it’s a pox and yeah you’ve got it.
What is livin’ for you gotta live for something yeah
What is livin’ for gotta be something
One faith one hope one love one God
One heart one mind one soul
Oh oh oh oh
Ohh ohh ohh ohh etc.
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More in the Summertime
04:05
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Lay on the beach and get a tan. Leer at the girls and be a man.
Your getting so excited. Here comes those steamy summer nights
Jump in the car and take a drive. Look at the girls and feel alive.
Act like a kid again back when Summer would never end.
At 5am the sun’s over the bay At 6pm it’s the heat of the day
At 9pm the sun starts slippin’ away
You’ve got more fun, more sun in the Summertime
More life, more love in the Summertime
Everything is more intense in the Summertime
Everything get’s more expensive in the Summertime
Long days, warm nights, girls in bikinis. Torchlight, campfires, roasting some weenies.
Out of the pool and grab your towel. Trampoline girls bounce up and down.
Knockin’ a ball across the net, volleyball girls are dripping sweat.
Days melt away to summer nights, in the gazebo with the party lights.
Having a drink and flirting with the girls. Feelin’ like the Duke of Earl.
At 5am it’s still 80 degrees.
At 6pm it’s 103
At 9pm you’re digging that summer breeze.
You’ve got more fun, more sun in the Summertime
More life, more love in the Summertime
Everybody is roamin’ the streets in the Summertime.
Everybody is feelin’ the heat in the Summertime.
Sunshine, blue skies, temperature’s rising. Long white beaches. Tropical island.
More fun, more sun in the Summertime
More life, more love in the Summertime
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You won’t go out at night, you’d never stand a chance
Your hair never does what you want it to and you can’t even dance and all the
big meat competition is taking away your recognition
Why doesn’t anybody care? I mean it!
Why don’t those young girls see you there? You’ve seen it
Why doesn’t anybody care? I mean it!
Why is there pressure everywhere? And they don’t
know if it’s wrong or right. They don’t care if it’s day or night
But they know the time has come to fight for the angry wimps and
You just don’t know how they feel
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
At work they stare at you. They just don’t understand
You hide with a towel in the shower while everyone laughs and all the
Horse-hung competition bending you in that awkward position
Why doesn’t anybody care? I mean it!
Why do those young boys point and stare? You must have seen it
Why doesn’t anybody care? I really mean it!
You’re not respected anywhere. And they don’t
know if it’s wrong or right. They don’t care if it’s day or night
But they know the time has come to fight for the angry wimps and
You just don’t know how they feel
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps are marching in the streets
Angry young wimps etc
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16. |
Hallowmasgiving
02:43
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17. |
Unto Us A Child Is Born
02:53
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John Lambert Music Kaukauna, Wisconsin
JOHN LAMBERT plays an infectious brand of pop-styled rock with the influence of the classic pop, rock and soul music of yesteryear!.
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