Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (1973)

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Funeral For A Friend (Love Lies Bleeding)
The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die

Oh it doesn't seem a year ago
To this very day
You said I'm sorry honey
If I don't change the pace
I can't face another day

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through

You're a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you're happy now
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You'll make it back somehow

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

Wah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Wah-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Love lies bleeding in my hands


Candle In The Wind
Goodbye, Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name

And it seems to me, you lived your life like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
And I would have liked to know you, but I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did

Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
All the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude

And it seems to me, you lived your life like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
And I would have liked to know you, but I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did

Goodbye, Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye, Norma Jean
From the young man in the twenty-second row
Who sees you as something more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe

And it seems to me, you lived your life like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to when the rain set in
And I would have liked to know you, but I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did
Your candle burned out long before your legend ever did


Bennie And The Jets
Hey kids, shake it loose together
The spotlight's hitting something
That's been known to change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight
So stick around
You're gonna hear electric music
Solid walls of sound

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

Hey kids, plug into the faithless
Maybe they're blinded
But Bennie makes them ageless
We shall survive, let us take ourselves along
Where we fight our parents out in the streets
To find who's right and who's wrong

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets


Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

So goodbye, yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny-back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah

What do you think you'll do then?
I bet they'll shoot down the plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah

So goodbye, yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny-back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah, ah


This Song Has No Title
Tune me into the wild side of life,
I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife,
Take me to the garretts where the artists have died,
Show me the court rooms where the judges have lied.

Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine,
Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines,
Look in the mirror and stare at myself,
And wonder if that's really me on the shelf.

And each day I learn just a little bit more,
I don't know why but I do know what for,
If we're all going somewhere let's get there soon,
The song's got no title just words and a tune.

Take me down alleys where the murders are done,
In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun,
Want to read books in the studies of men,
Born on the breeze and die on the wind.

If I was an artist who paints with his eyes,
I'd study my subject and silently cry.
Cry for the darkness to come down on me,
For confusion to carry on turning the wheel.

Grey Seal
Why's it never light on my lawn
Why does it rain and never say good-day to the new-born
On the big screen they showed us a sun
But not as bright in life as the real one
It's never quite the same as the real one

And tell me grey seal
How does it feel to be so wise
To see through eyes
That only see what's real
Tell me grey seal

I never learned why meteors were formed
I only farmed in schools that were so warn and torn
If anyone can cry then so can I
I read books and draw life from the eye
All my life is drawings from the eye

And tell me grey seal
How does it feel to be so wise
To see through eyes
That only see what's real
Tell me grey seal

Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men
The roots were formed by twisted roots
Your roots were twisted then
I was re-born before all life could die
The Phoenix bird will leave this world to fly
If the Phoenix bird can fly then so can I

And tell me grey seal
How does it feel to be so wise
To see through eyes
That only see what's real
Tell me grey seal


Jamaica Jerk Off
When she gets up in the morning
It's enough to wake the dead
Oh she turning on the radio
And dancing on my head

It's no good living in the sun
Playing guitar all day
Boogalooing with my friends
In that erotic way

Come on Jamaica
In Jamaica all day
Dancing with your darling
Do Jamaica jerk-off that way

Come on Jamaica
Everybody say
We're all happy in Jamaica
Do Jamaica Jerk-off that way

Let the ladies and the gentlemen
Be as rude as they like
On the beaches, oh in the jungle
Where the people feel alright

So do it Jamaica
Got plenty for you and me
Honky tonking with my baby
In that deep blue sea


I've Seen That Movie Too
I can see by your eyes you must be lying
When you think I don't have a clue.
Baby you're crazy
If you think that you can fool me,
Because I've seen that movie too.

The one where the players are acting surprised
Saying love's just a four letter word.
Between forcing smiles, with the knives i their eyes,
Well their actions become so absurd.

So keep you auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose.
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting,
That I've seen that movie too.

So keep you auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose.
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting,
That I've seen that movie too.

It's a habit I have, I don't get pushed around
Stop twinkling you star like you do.
I'm not the blue-print
For all of your B films,
Because I've seen that movie too.

The one where the players are acting surprised
Saying love's just a four letter word.
Between forcing smiles, with the knives i their eyes,
Well their actions become so absurd.

So keep you auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose.
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting,
That I've seen that movie too.

So keep you auditions for somebody
Who hasn't got so much to lose.
'Cause you can tell by the lines I'm reciting,
That I've seen that movie too.


Sweet Painted Lady
I'm back on dry land once again
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in a drain,
We're all hunting honey with money to burn
Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned.

If the boys all behave themselves here
Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear,
You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight
The prices I charge here will see you alright.

So she lays down beside me again
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name,
Many have used her and many still do
There's a place in the world for a woman like you.

Oh! Sweet painted lady
Seems it's always been the same,
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that's the name of the game.

Oh! Sweet painted lady
Seems it's always been the same,
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that's the name of the game.

Forget us we'll have gone very soon
Just forget we ever slept in your rooms,
And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds
Where love's just a job and nothing is said.

So she lays down beside me again
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name,
Many have used her and many still do
There's a place in the world for a woman like you.

Oh! Sweet painted lady
Seems it's always been the same,
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that's the name of the game.

Oh! Sweet painted lady
Seems it's always been the same,
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that's the name of the game. Oh!


The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-34)
Some punk with a shotgun
Killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby
Of a downtown motel.

Killed him in anger,
A force he couldn't handle,
Helped pull the trigger
That cut short his life.

And there's not many knew him
The way that we did,
Sure enough he was a wild one
But then aren't most hungry kids?

Now it's all over Danny Bailey,
And the harvest is in.
Dillinger's dead
I guess the cops won again
Now it's all over Danny Bailey,
And the harvest is in.

We're running short of heroes
Back up here in the hills,
Without Danny Bailey
We're gonna have to break up our stills.

So mark his grave well
'Cause Kentucky loved him.
Born and raised proper
I guess life just bugged him.

And he found faith in danger,
A life style he lived by,
A runnin' gun youngster
In a sad restless age.


Dirty Little Girl
I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck
I've seen you looking like you've been run down by a truck
That ain't nice to say sometimes I guess I'm really hard
But I'm gonna put buckshots in your pants if you step into my yard

When I watch the police come by and move you on
Well I sometimes wonder what's beneath the mess you've become
Well you may have been a pioneer in the trade of women's wear
But all you got was a mop up job washing other people's stairs

I'm gonna tell the world, you're a dirty little girl
Someone grab that bitch by the ears
Rub her down scrub her back
And turn her inside out
'Cause I bet she hasn't had a bath in years

Here's my own belief about all the dirty girls
That you have to clean the oyster to find the pearl
And like rags that belong to you I belong to myself
So don't show up around here till your social worker's helped


All Of The Young Girls Love Alice
Raised to be a lady,
by the golden rule;
Alice was the spawn,
of a public school.
With a double-barrel'd name,
in the back of her brain;
and a simple case of "Mummy doesn't love me blues."

Reality it seemed,
was just a dream;
she couldn't get it on,
with the boys on the scene;
but what do you expect,
from a chick who's just sixteen;
but hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey),
you know what I mean.

All of the young girls love Alice,
"Tender young Alice," they say;
come over and see me,
come over and please me.
Alice, it's my turn today.
All of the young girls love Alice,
"Tender young Alice," they say;
if I give you my number,
will you promise to call me?
Wait 'till my husband's away.

Poor little darlin',
with a chip out of her heart;
it's like actin' in a movie,
when you've got the wrong part;
and getting your kicks,
in another girl's bed;
and it was only last Tuesday,
they found you in the subway dead.

And who could you call your friends down in Soho?
One or two middle aged dykes in the A-Go-Go.
But what do you expect, from a sixteen year old yo-yo;
and hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey)
oh, don't you know?

All of the young girls love Alice,
"Tender young Alice," they say;
come over and see me,
come over and please me.
Alice, it's my turn today.
All of the young girls love Alice,
"Tender young Alice," they say;
if I give you my number,
will you promise to call me?
Wait 'till my husband's away.


Your Sister Can't Twist (But She Can Rock 'N Roll)
I could really get off being in your shoes
I used to be stone sold on rhythm and blues
A heard of a place at the back of town
Where you really kick the shit when the sun goes down

I really got buzzed when your sister said
"Throw away them records 'cause the blues is dead
Let me take you honey where the scene's on fire"
And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired

Oh your sister can't twist but she can rock and roll
Out bucks the broncos in the rodeo-do
She's only sixteen but it's plain to see
She can pull the wool over little old me
Your sister can't twist but she can rock and roll
Your sister can't twist but she got more soul than me

Somebody help me 'cause the bug bit me
Now I'm in heaven with the aching feet
But I'll be back tonight where the music plays
And your sister rocks all my blues away

I really got buzzed when your sister said
"Throw away them records 'cause the blues is dead
Let me take you honey where the scene's on fire"
And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired


Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright, alright, alright

Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"

A couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in


Roy Rogers
Sometimes you dream
Sometimes it seems
There's nothing there at all
You just seem older than yesterday
And you're waiting for tomorrow to call

You draw to the curtains
And one things for certain
You're cozy in your little room
The carpets all paid for god bless the TV
Let them go shoot a hole in the moon

And Roy Rogers is riding tonight
Returning to our silver screen
Comic book characters never grow old
Evergreen heroes whose stories are told

Of a great sequined cowboy
Who sings of the plains
Of round-ups and rustlers and home on the range
Turn on the TV
Shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding tonight

9 o'clock mornings 5 o'clock evenings
I'd liven the pace if I could
Oh I'd rather have ham in my sandwich than cheese
But complain' wouldn't do any good

Lay back in my armchair
Close eyes and think clear
I can hear hoof beats ahead
Roy and Trigger have just hit the hilltop
While the wife and the kids are in bed

And Roy Rogers is riding tonight
Returning to our silver screen
Comic book characters never grow old
Evergreen heroes whose stories are told

Of a great sequined cowboy
Who sings of the plains
Of round-ups and rustlers and home on the range
Turn on the TV
Shut out the lights
Roy Rogers is riding tonight