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A new generation and the whole world’s shakin’
We were born in flames, maiden names
Suburban homes, make your bones
Bit your lip, take the fifth
Know your rights, it’s your life now
Don’t let them take you down
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let them take you down
It’s a beautiful day
Hurricanes, love in vain
Murphy’s law, days of war
Crash and burn, live and learn
Fill the void, girls and boys now
Don’t let them take you down
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let them take you down
It’s a beautiful day
All the people, all the people run
All the while we’re trying to find the sun
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let them take you down
It’s a beautiful day
Don’t let them mess you round
A lost generation and the whole world is shakin’
ah ha, don’t let them take you down
A bad reputation and a dime store nation ah ha
don’t let them take you down
And it’s my generation and the whole world is
breakin’ my heart, don’t let them take you down
A lost generation and the whole world’s shakin’
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2. |
In The Modern World
02:59
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Marilyn’s queen of the scene
In a humble abode
By the bowling green
Marilyn she collects names
With picture profile computer games
To hang on
In the modern world
Pretty boys and girls
We’ve been hangin’ on forever
By the radio with the afterglow
Mama told you
Now or never
Vampires out in the son
Gothic girls, she’s the pregnant one
Her indie boy doesn’t work
He’s a trust fund straight edge soda jerk
To bang on
In the modern world
Pretty boys and girls
We’ve been hangin’ on forever
By the radio with the afterglow
Mama told you
Now or never
That’s entertainment
She changes her name
Finds liberation in the bathtub rain
The Indians want back the Bronx
Her kid hides his face in the cereal box
Marilyn wants to break free
But lately it’s ice cream and bad TV
To bang on
In the modern world
Pretty boys and girls
We’ve been hangin’ on forever
It’s so avant-garde
With your platinum card
But you won’t return to sender
A little gender bender
Come on and fuck forever
In the modern world
In the modern world
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3. |
Tomorrow Tonight
03:34
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I was that kid in the picture
Lost in the green grass and blue skies
Gimme a scene on the silver screen
Buy me a beer or a love supreme
Happy the man in the promised land
Hey Rudy, don’t you know
I fell in love and made the payments
I pledged allegiance to a lie
Gimme a page out of history
Stuck in a town called Willoughby
What kind of love are you dreaming of?
Hey Rudy, don’t you know
When you find the truth
You won’t care about tomorrow
In your Sunday suit, tonight
Well I must confess
Don’t care about tomorrow
Tonight
I sold my soul to the Devil
I had it all and got bored
Give me a ride on the old cyclone
Count me in like Dee Dee Ramone
Staying alive when you’re 25
When you find the truth
You won’t care about tomorrow
In your Sunday suit, tonight
Well I must confess
Don’t care about tomorrow
Tonight
It happens all the time, just like summertime
It happens all the time, in my state of mind
When you find the truth
You won’t care about tomorrow
In your shark skin suit, tonight
Well I must confess
Don’t care about tomorrow
Tonight
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I was thinking about another time still in my mind
When I used to know a little girl high on this world
Your baby loves you more than you know
Raised on rivalry and rock ‘n roll
Moving to the Motor City soul
She lets go
On the radio
Well we never had a lot of cash
But we loved those kids
Some say that she missed the boat
But she just burned the bridge
The angels love you more than you know
Raised on robbery and rock ‘n roll
Moving to the Motor City soul
She takes hold
On the radio
Stomachache Sundays
And books we never read
Well I was hoping one day
We might meet again
She used to talk about astrology
She was born in June
She danced with strangers and celebrities
Empty stars and the full moon
I was thinking about the universe
For what it’s worth
Or the one about the Phoenix bird
That died and returned
The angels love you more than you know
Raised on robbery and rock ‘n roll
Moving to the Motor City soul
Moving to the Motor City soul
Sometimes I see her face
When there’s no place to go
On the Radio, On the Radio, Broken Radio
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Prisoners of Paradise
03:00
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Well I had super heroes
Silver patroned saints
I’ve seen the movie
I even made that face
I been building it up and tearing it down
Doing it all my life
Fanning the flames and breaking the chains
Prisoners of paradise
Guitar redemption
From the last picture show
A karma connection
Everywhere I go
They keep building it up and tearing it down
Doing it all my life
Money for guns, kids on the run, we’re prisoners of paradise
You don’t want to be a lonely boy
You can’t make it on your own
In this vampire nation
Begins like it ends
She looked good on paper
At least I got my friends
And tonight will be so gone!!!!
We keep building it up
And tearing it down
Been doing it all my life
Fanning the flames and breaking the chains
We’re prisoners of paradise
We keep building it up
And tearing it down
Been doing it all my life
Money for guns and kids on the run
We’re prisoners of paradise
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6. |
Black Haired Girl
03:02
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Coming down on a Monday
‘nother work day
When I saw her the first time
She tapped her nails on my window
She said let’s go
And we left it all behind
Here she comes, down the street
Mountain high, river deep
Baby baby come on
Before the summer is gone
Black haired girl
Wanna go for a ride
Just like Bonnie & Clyde
Around the world
I can never resist
My little anarchist
Black haired girl
She’s a seven day weekend
She don’t pretend
When she’s dancin’ wild and free
Here Momma she was a singer
And a dreamer
But her Dad’s a mystery
Baby baby come on
Before the summer is gone
Black haired girl
Wanna go for a ride
Just like Bonnie & Clyde
Around the world
I can never resist
My little anarchist
Black haired girl
Going down to the beaches
On the river city line
Where I tell her my secrets
She says I’ll keep them with mine
We’ll be M.I.A
in the USA
my black haired girl
Gimme gimme a kiss
With your apocalypse
At the end of the world
Baby baby be mine
Miss American pie
Black haired girl
Coming down on a Monday
‘nother workday
Looking out of my window
Where did she go
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Lucinda
02:58
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I got a message
Oh as I was told
Summer’s fadin’
And California seems so cold
Lucinda, Lucinda
A child of the water
Lucinda, Lucinda
A child of the sea
In the ocean
It’s where it all begins
With sweet emotion
We try and drink away our sins
Lucinda, Lucinda
A child of the water
Lucinda, Lucinda
A child of the sea
And I will always be around
And you can lay your burden down
The bus is waiting
The folks are going home
We’re celebrating
Save your life by playing rock ‘n roll
Lucinda, Lucinda
A child of the water
Lucinda, Lucinda
A child of the sea
Lucinda, Lucinda
A proud poet’s daughter
Lucinda, Lucinda
The trick is you and me
Wherever we might roam
I will always be alone
To some degree
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8. |
Love Streams
03:29
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Doo doo doo etc.
Some might wake up in a doorway
Some sit in mansions sick and sad
Some decay without the glory
And never realize what they had
I’m not wasting away my dreams
In shadows and shade, love streams
I’m not wasting away
Spent my childhood in the movies
One day you wake up and you’re 30
And you can’t even drive a truck
With Lenny Bruce and young Joe Buck
One day you wake up and you’re 30
And you can’t even drive a truck
I’m not wasting away my dreams
In shadows and shade, love streams
I’m not wasting away
Heading back where I come from
Beyond the valley and the neon sun
Three o’clock when that bell rung
Every moment left unsung
Still yours
I’m not wasting away, my dreams
In shadows and shade, love streams
I’m not wasting away my dreams
Doo doo doo etc.
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Little Star
03:02
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We sing along, to broken songs
We work all week, in double speak
We celebrate like strangers
I can make it happen
I can make it happen
Little Star
When the raindrops fall
And you heard it all
Let the four winds blow away
Misunderstood
Like Robin Hood
And Peter Pan
Redemption
I can make it happen
I can make it happen
Little Star
When the raindrops fall
And you heard it all
Let the four winds blow away
If I could only make you believe in me
We’ll find a place of our own in this galaxy
We’ll run away, in unmarked cars
We’ll find our place, beneath the stars
Just click your heels, don’t touch that dial
Hold me close
Redemption
I can make it happen
Little Star
When the raindrops fall
And you heard it all
Let the 4 winds blow away
On a night like this
You can make a wish
And it’s one more kiss away
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Bastards of Young
03:38
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Ah
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, no way he'll be here tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton or waitin' to be forgotten
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Now the daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no warrant to name us
The ones love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Daughters and the sons
Young, of young, young, young, young
Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours
Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours
Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours
Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours
Take it, it's yours
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unaware
And your friends all say
that you’re looking great
Those black and white movies apply
Since you’re in love
Hope you’re happy ever after
Since you’re in love
And you get everything you ask for
I’m still sad over you
I’m still sad over you
Gonna sleep away
All my sunny days
In another year
Well I won’t be here
Wasting all my time
Hoping that you’ll change your mind
Since you’re in love
Hope you’re happy ever after
Since you’re in love
And you get everything you ask for
Since you’re in love
Hope you’re happy ever after
Since you’re in love
The credits roll a little faster now
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12. |
NY Nights
03:53
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When my high top sneakers hit the ground
On the run from Heaven’s hand me downs
I want to see your face
When I fall from grace
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
Your mother dreamed of a better day
Storefront gypsies laying Tarot cards
On my TV they’re still playing God
I’m sick of politricks
I need another kiss
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
Your mother dreamed of a better day
If you ever change your mind
I’d feel a lot better
Looking for the perfect crime
Giving up, never baby no
From the desert to this love stained town
I still find comfort in the underground
It’s written in my soul
It’s unconditional baby
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
Your mother dreamed of a better day
Hold me close in the New York night
A holy ghost or a Satellite
Promise me it will be OK
When we touch down at JFK
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Aftermath
04:08
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The city was changing
The cigarette hit the spot
Oh a simple distraction
From to have and have not
And the radio went silent
And all our heroes had died
Now you can buy revolution
In any color or size
Standing on a corner
Watching people walk on
Thinking about a photograph
How so many people
Choose a lesser evil
Living in the aftermath
She never got famous
She was the star in my life
‘Til we drifted like runoff
Or two ships in the night
It’s such a long hard road, such a long hard road
To hold on, and move on
I hope she’s happy, I hope she’s free
Somehow we choose our own destiny
From the eve of destruction
To the valley of tears
Before it all went to voice mail
And we rang in the year
And the mid-night martyrs
They still hang on the cross
You can die in the gutter baby
Or learn to live with the loss
Standing on a corner
Everybody’s talking
Remember when we used to laugh
How so many people
Chose a lesser evil
Never giving peace a chance
It’s such a long hard road
To hold on and move on boys
To hold on and move on ‘til it’s gone
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14. |
The Angel To The Slave
02:46
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The winter winds came blowing in
Kids are asking where you’ve been
Since you left home like fire from the barrel of a gun
Sweet sixteen
Burning 21 candles
Out on the road
Don’t tell a soul
She returned to graduate
Found rock and roll and the interstate
To the man-made mountains of Manhattan in a borrowed car
She wants to forget
But she can’t remember
Her folks never asked
They didn’t wanna know
We met at a bar
She gave me her number
And sang me a song
That I never knew
As the world goes round
Some things remain
Said the angel to the slave
I wear a copper bracelet on my wrist
Her father gave her once as a birthday gift
That bears a veteran’s name she found engraved on a monument wall
We’re trying to survive
We’re looking for answers
We got our own gods
We ain’t looking to sell
I try and say pure
But everyone gets corrupted
I think I’m falling in love
But Megan don’t know
As the world goes round
Some things remain
Said the angel to the slave
When it all goes down
Some things remain
Till the angels call out your name
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* Jesse Malin New York, New York
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