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Could you be loved... and be loved...

Could you be loved... and be loved...

Don't let them fool ya,

Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!

We've got a mind of our own,

So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!

Love would never leave us alone,

Against the darkness there must come out the light.

Could you be loved... and be loved...

Could you be loved...wo yeah... and be loved...

(The road of life is rocky and you may stumble too,

So while you point your fingers someone else is judging you)

Love your brotherman!

(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

Could you be - could you be loved?

Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

Could you be - could you be loved?)

Don't let them change ya, oh! -

Or even rearrange ya! Oh, no!

We've got a life to live. (ooh, ooh, ooh)

They say: only - only -

only the fittest of the fittest shall survive -

Stay alive! Eh!

Could you be loved... and be loved...

Could you be loved... wo now... and be loved...

(You ain't gonna miss your water, until your well runs dry;

No matter how you treat him, he’ll never be satisfied.)

Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

Could you be - could you be loved?)

Say something! Say something!

(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)

Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)

Say something! Say something! (Say something!)

Say something! Say something! (Could you be loved?)

Say something! Say something! Reggae, reggae!

Say something! Rasta, rasta!

Say something! Reggae, reggae!

Say something! Rasta, rasta!

Say something! (Could you be loved?)

Say something! Uh!

Say something! Come on!

Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)

Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)

Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)

Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?) /fadeout/

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Dead Flowers--Townes Van Zandt

"take me dowwwwwn, little Suzie, take me down..I know you think you're the queen of the underground...send me dead flowers ev'ry mornin'..send me dead flowers, by the mail..send me dead flowers to my wedding..and I won't forget to put roses on your grave.."

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I am listen to California as a whole. I heard Pink Cigarette the other day, and it was stuck in my head. I am currently making my way towards it, I am now on Retrovertigo.

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I love this song.

Pushing through the market square, so many mothers sighing

News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in

News guy wept and told us, earth was really dying

Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying

I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies

I saw boys, toys electric irons and t.v.s

My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare

I had to cram so many things to store everything in there

And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people

And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people

I never thought I'd need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children

If the black hadn't a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them

A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac

A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long

Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don't think

You knew you were in my song

And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor

And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there

Your face, your race, the way that you talk

I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes

Five years, what a surprise

We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot

Five years, that's all we've got

We've got five years, what a surprise

Five years, stuck on my eyes

We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot

Five years, that's all we've got

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes

Five years, what a surprise

We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot

Five years, that's all we've got

We've got five years, what a surprise

We've got five years, stuck on my eyes

We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot

Five years, that's all we've got

Five years

Five years

Five years

Five years

How often do most people think about this, I wonder. What would you do? Who would you spend it with? Would you change your life from how you live it now? How long before you stumbled back into your normal habits? How long would the world survive in these conditions? How long would it be before everyone would have to go back to normal? And how would you spend the last 5 minutes?

I think it was in Murakami Ryu's Coin Locker Babies that I read the best story of the end of the world I've ever heard. For this reason I don't think I'll ever stop loving Murakami Ryu.

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