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When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lai la lai, Lai la lai lai lai la lai,
Lai la lai, Lai la lai lai lai lai lai, la la la la lai
Asking only workmens wages I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on seventh avenue,
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lai la lai
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
and wishing I was gone
Where the New York city aren't bleeding me,
Leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer
and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminders
of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out,
In his anger and his pain,
`I am leaving, I am leaving',
but the fighter still remains,
Lai la lai...
In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a pale street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp,
when my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of neon light
that split the night
and touched the sounds of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
and no one dare
disturb the sound of silence
`Fools' said I `You do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
take my arms that I might reach you,'
but my words like silent rainbows fell
and echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
to the neon gods they'd made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said `The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls'
and whispered in the sound of silence
I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could
I surely would
I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I could
I surely would
How many times must a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they;re allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see
The answer my friend
Is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer my friend
Is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Imagine there's no countries
it isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
living life in peace
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Cheering all the world
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one
Lean on me
When you're not strong
I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
till I'm gonna need
somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride
If I have things
you need to borrow
for, no one can fill
those of your needs
that you won't let show
Lean on me...
You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem
that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on
Lean on me...
So darling, darling,
Stand by me
Oh stand by me,
Oh stand, stand by me,
stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
should crumble and fall
or the mountain
should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry,
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand,
Stand by me
Yo no soy marinero, yo no soy marinero
Soy capitan, soy capitan
Bamba bamba...
Go tell your baby sister
not to do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
If I had listened to what my mama said,
I had been at home today
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
let a rambler lead me astray
My mother she's a tailor
She sewed those new blue jeans
My sweetheart he's a gambler
Oh Lord, down in New Orleans
Well the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a run
Fills his glasses to the brim
and passes them around
The only pleasure he gets out of life
is rambling from town to town.
There she stood in the doorway,
I heard the mission bell,
And I was thinking to myself,
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way,
There were voices down the corridor,
thought I heard them say:
Welcome to the Hotel California,
Such a lovely place, such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find her here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
She got the Mercedez Benz
She got a lot of pretty pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat,
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain: Please bring me some wine
He said we haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices were calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say:
Welcome to the Hotel California,
such a lovely place, such a lovely face
They're living up in the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis,
Mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice,
She said `We are just prisoners here
of our own device'.
And in the master's chambers
they gathered for the beast
They stab it with their steely knives
but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember I was running for the door
Had to find the passage back to the place I was before
`Relax' said the doorman,
`We are programmed to receive,
You can check out any time you like
but you can never leave...'
Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da, life goes on bra
La la how the life goes on (x2)
In a couple of years they have built
a home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
and in the evening she's a singer with the band
Don't go round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
I hear hurricanes blowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers overflowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin
Don't go round tonight...
Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Look's like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye
Don't go round tonight...
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh baby, I hate to go.
There's so many times I've let you down
There's so many times I've played around
I tell you now they don't mean a thing
Every place I go, I thing of you,
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me...
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, let me kiss you
Close your eyes, and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
when I won't have to leave you alone,
About the times I won't have to say
So kiss me an smile for me...
Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me,
oh yesterday came suddenly
Why she had to go, I don't know,
she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
now I long for yesterday
Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play
Now I lead a place to hide away
Oh I believe in yesterday
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, let it be,
Speaking words of wisdom, Let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, Let it be,
For they may be parted,
There is still a chance that they will see,
There will be an answer, Let it be
Bye bye love, Bye bye happiness
Hello loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry
Bye bye love, Bye bye sweet caress
Hello emptiness, I feel like I could die
Bye bye my love bye bye.
I'm through with romance, I'm through with love
I'm through with counting the stars above
And here's the reason that I'm so free
My loving baby is through with me
Bye bye love...
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