Lyrics The Rocket Swing
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- Living on-line on Dismal Street
- Horror stories coming in
- A load of Joe the Plumber´s tweets
- Who did what where when and since
- Who did what ever since
- Devoid of any imagination
- It´s copy, paste and water down
- We must log off and flip the switch
- Now is the time to shut it down
- Time to shut it down
- We have long planned our escape
- In our own small mobile home
- A sturdy van of vintage make
- That will take us down the road
- Takes us down the road
- We don´t need SatNav
- We don´t need shortcuts
- To leave it all behind
- Two old hippies in a van
- On their way to paradise
- All the way to paradise
- Hey let´s go find El Dorado
- Hey let´s go find the Holy Grail
- Find the Fountain of Youth
- Let´s go find us a muse
- Vintage van, way to go, way to go
- Carry us down the road
- Vintage van, take it slow, take it slow
- Let´s take the long way home
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- A cormorant tattooed in black
- Sits next to the monkey on your back
- Those two working together
- Are like birds of a feather
- Mesmerized by your sleight of tongue
- Nobody senses anything wrong
- While you´re showing off your self-inflicted wounds
- A long shot aimed at the moon
- Night after night the crowd explodes
- They watch as you leave your heart exposed
- Beg for you to take of your shirt
- They love to point where it hurts
- Those stupid birds can hardly fly
- We once saw one crash from a clear blue sky
- You pour yourself another
- You prance and holler
- Declare you piss on it all
- Better watch your back
- That bird is reckless
- It will take you down in its fall
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- A city girl and a son of the forest
- Born in the best of times
- With two great wars in the past
- And heavy fruit on the vine
- Those were magic days we spent
- Childhood never seemed to end
- Still, we grew up and we went
- Our separate ways
- Building castles out of sand
- And flying the rocket swing
- All we had to do is stick out our hands
- And we had wings
- The postman came by and dropped a card
- The words hit me pretty hard
- Something cruel curtailed your life
- And where was I?
- Building castles out of sand
- And flying the rocket swing.
- All I had to do was stick out my hands
- And I had wings
- Summer Solstice comes and goes
- Fronts move in and bring the cold
- Though you are gone
- My train of thought goes on and on
- And I see us
- Building castles out of sand
- And flying the rocket swing
- All we have to do is stick out our hands
- And we´ll have wings
- And now I like to think
- That you found that rocket swing
- You can stick out your hands
- And you´ll have wings
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- Picking tobacco, picking cotton
- Picking sad redemption tunes
- No chance of freedom
- Anytime soon
- Full color delta in black and white
- Was the scene of the crime
- Twenty lashes
- Buffalo hide
- Brother tied some strings to a gourd
- He locked horns with the truth
- He played some chords
- And sang the blues
- Sister danced with moist eyes
- Came the time to kiss goodbye
- Her man was gone
- The blues was on
- Storyville was built on blue notes
- And so the story goes
- Losing sorrow
- Into song
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- Building a wall that cannot contain
- The far-flung hatred and stones
- Ancient grudges no longer explained
- In the rise of the settler´s homes
- A temple´s ruins on sacred ground
- Where unctuous voices betray
- Where bells cannot ring safe and sound
- Where mothers are always afraid
- Why do you keep looking at God
- While innocent children are shelled
- What makes you think that you are heaven bound
- When you make this world into hell
- The heart of the matter is a matter of the heart
- You´d think that his message was clear from the start
- Yet who was denied three times in a row
- Time and again the rooster crows
- Time and again he has been denied
- Time and again the rooster cries
- The heart of the matter is a matter of the heart
- And it´s not and it´s never too late to start
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- She´s the one that I selected, or did she select me?
- Not all what I expected, she is all that I need
- Now it´s business as usual
- And she is always on my side
- I am taking her for granted and that can´t be right.
- Despite our creaky joints
- We walked and walked some more
- We often kept on walking until our feet were sore
- We covered rocky ground on our quest for holy bones
- But it always felt so good to be back home
- Twenty five years is about as long
- As I have been trying to write this song
- After all this waste of paper
- All these crossed-out words
- This is what I´ve got for what it´s worth
- We climbed the Devil´s Mountain to our silver jubilee
- All the way up and back and we came away scot-free
- My lady and me
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- I never learned to draw the line or question the rules
- Must have been a sitting duck from your point of view
- You were smart and ruthless and I was a coward
- I had a craving for truth
- And you had a craving for power
- Everyday you drove me up against the wall
- With your bullhorn opinions
- And your bittersweet drawl
- Desperate for an answer, I tortured my mind
- The moment always past before I found my reply
- One day I´d had enough and set myself free
- I covered my tracks
- And hoped that you´d forget all about me
- You kept some of my hair, took some wax and straw
- And when the moon was dead
- You made yourself a doll
- You have got the nerve to spook my dreams
- Sticking needles in a doll that looks just like me
- I´m a foot stomping soldier on a mission to find you
- A one-man firing squad with a rusty 22
- I know I might get caught, convicted, crucified
- That´ll be the day after you died
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- (Chorus lines by Dylan Thomas)
- Gran sits in her chair all day
- And her light but slowly fades
- Sometimes she must wonder
- Why she has to wait
- Her time will come
- The light fades much too fast for some
- They have trouble holding tight
- So we must rush to help them stop
- The dying of the light
- Their time will come
- I went to see the poet´s house
- And left with a chorus line
- To pound these strings and rage against
- The dying of the light
- My time will come
- Don´t go gentle
- Into that good night
- Rage against the dying of the light
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- Our paths crossed under lucky stars
- We found one that was lost
- Pledged that we would follow it
- Follow at all cost
- We grew a crop on common ground
- Shedding sweat and tears and all
- And now they´ve gone and ripped it out
- Left nothing but a hole
- Down there I can hear them whisper
- We have a right to reap what we sowed
- What´s happened ´s not our fault
- We want our reward
- Be careful what you wish for
- There are two sides to a coin
- There is heaven in a small dose
- A little more is poison
- In the hole, who I thought were my friends
- They hiss and show their sharp ugly fangs
- Hold me now
- If you don´t hold me now
- They will drag me down
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- Home is where the heart aches
- And home is where the heart breaks
- And life is what you make it
- So at daybreak I´ll lug my suitcase into the yard
- And leave home with a broken heart
- I´ll be wandering alone, with my hopes held high
- On narrow ridge, steep slopes on both sides
- I will carefully place my feet on the track
- And never, never look back
- At least while you´re drinking, Bukowski wrote
- The world doesn´t have you by the throat
- Sobriety is but a state of mind
- So, my friends, this round I´m buying
- And it´s one more for the road, boys
- Time for me to go
- One for the road
- Time to go
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