Lyrics
Shake Your
Soul
Hold my life in
gentle hands and let me pass
Slow through time
like falling sands in an hourglass
Show my conscience
shake my soul
If it's
real unveil the role I'm supposed to play
Know my reason take
my song
Is this the season
to belong
Or to fade away in
time...
Close my eyes and
see a place upon a hill
Recognize,
I feel a trace of another's will
Show your
conscience shake your soul
If it's real reveal
the role you're supposed to play
Know your
reason take your song
Is this the season
to belong
Or to break away
from time...
The
Stage
As she gazes out
her window
And she wanders
through the years
All the faces turn
to shadows
Silent thunder
noone hears
Her personal storm
it disappears
The curtain is
drawn
And all her fears
like all of her charms
Disappear the stage
is empty
There’s a faded
playbill in her dressing room
But the players are
all gone
Time erases all the
heroes
And her sorrows go
unhealed
Just like those who
went before her
Her last
performance noone hears...
Bring on the
Clowns
The jester kicks up
a fuss
As she does what
she must
Her ego
whines
But she's a
charioteer
The path she's
taking is clear
It's her own
design
She's following
every sign
So bring on the
clowns
The king and the
cavalier
The queen the
hermit the seer
Come together as
one
And the
king
Sends out all his
knights
On a quest for the
light
And they scour the
land
One by one they
succumb
Their iron will
comes undone
The cup escapes
from their hands
Their castle's made
of sand
So bring on the
clowns...
Bay Ridge
Avenue
Down by the pier
where
69th street
ends
People are fishing
by the
Sewage treatment
plant
There’s a film on
the water
And a stench hangs
in the air
In the Brooklyn I
Knew
69th street, Bay
Ridge Avenue
Me and my buddy
Billy walking down along the Narrows Today we’re gonna make it all the way
to
The
Verrazzano
As we wonder where
we’re gonna be
Ten years from
tomorrow
Chorus
In the Brooklyn I
Knew
69th street, Bay
Ridge Avenue
In the Brooklyn I
knew
Brother Billy, what
are we gonna do?
In the Brooklyn I
Knew
69th street, Bay
Ridge Avenue
In the Brooklyn I
knew
Did you go to
O.L.A. or did ya go to P.S. 102?
Billy and me ran
deliveries for old Mr. Joe
He had a pharmacy
but everybody knew
He was dealing
drugs and more
One day the police
came
And they closed
down the whole damn store
Now Billy’s working
in a town in Jersey In a public school
And me, I made my way to
Spain
And
guess-a-what-a-I’m a teacher, too.
Every once a while,
We get together for
a beer or two
Mr. Landlord (Hold
on to My Mail)
Old Jimmy, old
Jimmy Cale
Just got out of
jail Old Jimmy Cale
He’s hot on my
trail
You see I’ve been
with his girl
Been with the girl
of old Jimmy Cale
Said I’ll be away
for a while, now Mr. Landlord
Won’t ya please
hold on to my mail
Chorus
Hold on to my
mail
Don’t change the
lock
Hold on to my mail
And I’ll pay you
the rent when I come back
She had a place of
her own
Out on the edge of
town
She called me on
the telephone
And said baby come
on down
Don’t know if I
should
But she make me
feel good
There’s no doubt
about that
With Jimmy in a
jail cell
Ain’t nobody baby
gonna baby find out babe nobody gonna find out
It didn’t take too
long
For the word to
spread
Now that Jimmy’s
out
I’m about as good
as dead
I’ve been with his
girl, you know I
Been with the girl
of old Jimmy Cale
I’ll be away for a
while Mr. Landlord
Won’t ya please
hold on to my mail
Hold on to my
mail
Mr. Landlord, don’t
gimme no flack
‘Cos I’m a-coming
back, yeah
Hold on to my
mail
Gonna ditch old
Jimmy
And take his girl
with me
Mr. Landlord, I’m
waiting for a check from the IRS
I’m gonna ditch old
Jimmy
Hold on to my
mail
Talk Around
Town
There's talk around
town I've been made a fool O baby if these rumors are true That ain't
too cool When ya come Minnie You got some explaining to do I thought I
was your man Now they say there's another one too
Everybody knows I'm
just a pawn in your game
You treat my like a
dog and
I treat you like a
doggone queen
When you come home
Minnie
You got some
explaining to do
You paint the town
red
And you make my
heart blue
Dealing’s
Done
My time is up
babe My day has come The game is over The dealing's done I've played
all my cards Now I'm just a bad man on the run They say a leopard can't
change its spots I said I was a bad man And a bad man can't change his
lot She knew from the start That I ain't no good Now I done broke her
heart Like she always knew I would
Wrecking
Ball
When your life's
stuck in a routine
And the music loses
its ring
And it feels like
somebody else
Is pulling the
strings
Let your wrecking
ball swing
Do you ever wonder
if life's just a game?
If that alias
you're under is your real name?
Do you long and do
you hunger to rearrange
The
pieces?
Let your wrecking
ball swing
Let the
walls come down...
When our leaders
are bought and controlled
By the war
profiteers who have no soul
And the news that
we hear is the same old song
Now ain't it time
to
Let your wrecking
ball swing
Let the walls come
down
Let it all fall
down
Let your new life
begin
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