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A baby was born in a small town yesterday
He's a magical child with a cosmic death ray
But his mother always wanted to play
Such a long way down
But mommy comes back
She always comes back to get me
Mommy comes back, she always comes back
She never will forget me now
The baby grows up and soon becomes a kid
Spends his whole life explaining the things
That his mother did, then they say she went
And drowned such a long way down
But mommy comes back
She always comes back to get me
Mommy comes back, she always comes back
She never will forget me now
When she came up, she'd looked better
Look dear, I made you a sweater, yeah
Now, it's all done, they live up in Monticello
With some Pizza Pockets, some papers and a case of Mello-Yello
But don't go in cell-o, such a long way
Run when you hear the 'cello, you're in for a long stay, hey
But mommy comes back
She always comes back to get me
Mommy comes back, she always comes back
She never will forget me
Mommy comes back
She always comes back to get me
Mommy comes back, she always comes back
She never will forget me now
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When Sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips to pave for them
Thrones from which to teach
And in that pulse the future said
Story had been spun
Wet your bed so sleep in it
Cards can't make a house
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's why I'll magnify a hole
When light years came
And light years passed
Tugging on the brink
Spoils reported missing
Put down in its sleep
Strangled in the background
Fitted for a mask
The future won't believe you
Past the ransom fast
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's why I'll magnify a hole
Don't beat around the pulpit
There is no lost and found
Where is the devil waiting
Trying to disguise
I've seen what you used to look like
But down here you won't survive
I've got the weight of half of the world
Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake
I won't come home If you can't come home
Even if you make a grave with my name
I've got the weight of half of the world
You better keep on looking for me
I won't come home If you can't come home
Don't stop dragging the lake, don't stop dragging the lake
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
Up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's why I'll magnify a hole
Find me the head
And I'll show you the body
Lay it to rest
And don't say you're sorry
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Watermelon In Easter Hay
08:47
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This is the Central Scrutinizer.
The white zone is for loading and unloading only.
If you need to load or unload, go to the white zone.
You'll love it.
It's a way of life.
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Walk across the courtyard, towards the library
I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feet
Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall of books
Since we got the interweb these hardly get used
Duck into the men's room, combing through my hair
When god gave us mirrors, he had no idea
Looking for a lesson in the periodicals
There I spy you listening to the AM radio
Karen of the Carpenters, singing in the rain
Another lovely victim of the mirror's evil way
It's not like you're not trying, with a pencil in your hair
To defy the beauty the good Lord put in there
Simple little bookworm, buried underneath
Is the sexiest librarian
Take off those glasses
And let down your hair for me
So I watch you through the bookcase,imagining a scene
You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep
And what then would I say to you, lying there in bed?
These words, with a kiss, I would plant in your head
What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite?
Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us?
'Cause everything'd be great and everything'd be good
If everybody gave, like everybody could
Sweetest little bookworm, hidden underneath
Is the sexiest librarian
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Take off those glasses and let down your hair for me
Simple little beauty, heaven in your breath
The simplest of pleasures, the world at it's best
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Tank (ELP cover)
05:41
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White Room (Cream cover)
05:42
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In the white room with black curtains at the station.
Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
. I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
. Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.
. I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back
. Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves.
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in your dark eyes.
She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.
. I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd
. Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
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YYZ (Rush cover)
04:26
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written by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson
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