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Got to get my head together Throw my clothes in a bag ‘Cause I can’t go on forever My conversation is a drag Ain’t got no reason to be happy Ain’t got no reason to be sad But I just got reason to be mad Catch a cab down to the station Jump a fast movin’ train For some distant destination Won’t be back this way again Ain’t got no reason to be happy Ain’t got no reason to be sad But I just got reason to be mad Ainà |
Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart Chorus: Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town. Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down. The birthplace of our nation is Boston so they say. They try to keep it as it was but it's changing ev'ry day. (Chorus) The Red Coats, they were comin', their cloth was made of tweed. Some say their shirts were button down (The tradition is Ivy League.) (Chorus) We met a chap from Harvard, very slim and pale. The last time that we saw him he was dancing with a cat from Yale. (Chorus) And just a m |
This ain't for the quarterback who lives upstairs in our house an' this ain't for the princess who's sleepin' down the hall! This ain't for the other one who looks just like her mamma an' this ain't for the baby who's the cutest one of all! Jason, this is my love for you, written down a thousand times Jason, like the teacher makes you do when you're bad and outta line . . . I'm so glad you're mine! It hurts me when they tease you 'cause you're mind's a little slower I'd like to take the sadness an' |
Gods transform me The storm will cleanse me Civilized I shall not be By this holy strain of laws I fall below the earth I smell the ancients' breath The fiends encircle me They speak my name in tongues For I'm no human now I burn the ways conform The gods are pleased with me They speak my name in tongues I am the seer I know the texts divine Thunder words Demons race into my hands Azazel Lend me your wings of twelve I shall fly into the storm I, son of fire, in anger become The lightning bolts that strike the earth |