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Bully in the Fight
04:28
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there’s anger in the city
and it’s burning to the countryside
can’t fight this fire with rhetoric
or teleprompted lies
generations come full circle
to rally in the square
for years the fear kept us from here
but tonight we’re gonna dare
to turn our voices into one
that can’t be tuned out or killed
your tradition says tear down
but tonight we’re gonna build
something wild
out of control, undefiled
with the wonder and sense of a child
out of the shadows and the gallows
and the sub-subservient blues
from feeling old and tired
to finally feeling new
but the news of the day, you won’t walk away
you are much too proud
your position so dear, you refuse to hear
your people cry out loud
for God to hold us in his hand
and arm us for the fight
to cover us with mercy now
to bring into the light
something wild
out of control, undefiled
with the wonder and sense of a child
got a bullet in the fight
for the bully in the fight
got a bullet in the fight
for the bully in the fight
got a bullet in the fight
a bullet in the fight
for the bully in the fight
we sing our song in concert
we know it all by heart
we practiced it for decades
and now it’s time to start
something wild
out of control, undefiled
with the wonder and sense of a child
got a bullet in the fight
got a bullet in the fight
a bullet in the fight
for the bully in the fight
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wave after wave, day after day
cycling through the same dark space
you reach a breaking point
but there’s no point now in taking breaks
little relics, clumsy poems
some things that meant something
you wonder aloud
“Am I allowed?”
lead me home, lead me home
lead me home, lead me home
in a car outside, idling high
with a boy who learned wrong from right
you’re suddenly alone
like a witness, or a passerby
silly dreams, now so they seem
sepia-stained, irreverent and mean
everybody moves on
lead me home, lead me home
lead me home, lead me home
lead me home, lead me home
and I promise I will fight the urge to run away again
I promise I will fight the urge to run away again
God bless his precious life, three kids and a gorgeous wife
lead me home, lead me home
lead me home, lead me home
lead me home, lead me home
and I promise I will fight the urge to run away again
I promise I will fight the urge to run away again
God bless his precious life, three kids and a gorgeous wife
everybody moves on, everybody moves on
everybody moves on, everybody moves on
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3. |
Favorite Nine
03:38
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revolution #9 … #9 … #9
it’s your time
sweet child of mine
my number nine
berry, buck, mills and stipe
they wrote a song called “9-9”
four years before
Michael was feeling fine
my best song when I was 9
in nineteen hundred and eighty-five
was that one about not forgetting me
by Simple Minds
it’s much too late to say goodbye
I heard John Lennon’s big boy cry
Bon Jovi said so, too
"Slippery When Wet" track nine
you’re my favorite nine
you’re my favorite nine
I remember "1999" on the radio
and in real life
and Ferris missing school nine times
nine times!
for you it was "1989"
Taylor in the bright New York lights
that got you all electrified
alright
you’re my favorite nine
you’re my favorite nine
you’re my
you’re my
you’re my favorite nine
you’re my favorite nine
you’re my favorite nine
you’re my
you’re my
you’re my favorite nine
nine, nine / nine, nine / nine, nine
my number nine
nine, nine / nine, nine / nine, nine
my number nine
nine, nine / nine, nine / nine, nine
my number nine
nine, nine, nine
nine, nine, nine
nine, nine
my number nine
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Gets Late Early
02:47
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fine ... everything’s sublime
keep it near the center line
head down, on-time, just don’t ask
“why ... am I losing ground
and haunted by the sound?”
how ... can you even tell?
when you’re up so close and tired as hell
you can’t see very well
now ... you gotta settle down
and take a look around
it gets late early
it gets late early
It’s true
that we move on through
half-aware, with a far-off stare
and so much left to do
see ... what we wanna see
everybody’s getting old
but I age so beautifully
me ... with my fragile crown
tumbling to the ground
go ... where you gotta go
forget the show, the wrap and bow
the everything-you-know
so ... when the light gets dim
let the day begin
it gets late early
it gets late early
it gets late early
It’s true
that we move on through
half-aware, with a far-off stare
and so much left to do
it gets late early
it gets late early
it gets late early
it gets late early
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5. |
So Sound
05:00
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we swam in angry oceans
we declared victory
we took it too far
we broke our hearts
of all the strange solutions
the misplaced energy
I never know
why the good times glow
so recklessly
so sound
sleeping so sound
come over, love
I’ve been waiting here for you
I’m ready to work
it’s not enough to just adore you
on goes the silent struggle
not for our ears to hear
I carry it now
feels less heavy somehow
and not to be feared
so sound (this highway's on fire)
sleeping so sound (wrecked by desire)
(this highway's on fire) come over, love
I’ve been waiting here for you (fire)
I’m ready to work
it’s not enough to just adore you
sidetracked, sidelined
heartbreak in real time
wonder how, wonder why
we're sleeping sound
in a room that spins around
and the one you hold onto
just leaves you
beleaguered and blue
so sound (this highway's on fire)
sleeping so sound (wrecked by desire)
(this highway's on fire) come over, love
I’ve been waiting here for you (fire)
I’m ready to work
it’s not enough to just adore you
come over, love
I've been waiting here for you
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