Mary is a Dyke

Mary is a dyke
Mary is a dyke
Mary is a, Mary is a
Mary is a dyke

[Acting like a bear?]
[Dolly in her hair?]
[Talking to her brother?]
[Going down the stairs?]

[Finding no relief?]
[Playing with the beat?]
[Ladies know her action?]
[You know she can be beat?]

[Hurry in and get her?]
[Take the f——ing body?]
[There is no headache?]
['Cos I couldn't get a hallow?]

Too True

Too true, too true

Say something, [gotta be a way?]
[I have nothing in another way?]
So use your ears, don't use your eyes
I'll give you something, don't you realise

I've got something, you've got nothing, and it's

[Look again and it might have changed?]
It's just the same, only rearranged
[I'll need a mirror and you ain't looked?]
[?]

Just Don't Care

Just don't care no

I just don't care, I just don't care
I just, I just, I just don't care anymore

Oh no, oh yeah, oh no

Would you like to see what that silence was meant to mean?
Would you like to see [what violence these eyes could send?]
But I just don't know
You know, 'cause I just don't care

TV

Well I hope you feel better
Like a 'flight A jetter'
And the water feels wetter
And a girl, I can get her

On TV

I could fly to India
And get inside America
And the place I want to meet
And the place I want to see

I could make a million dollars
And go real far
I could be anyone
It's not fun

My TV

And where nobody know
I've talked with Joe
Until my [?] me
It's the only place to be

New York City

I wanna go to New York City
Where the buildings are too tall
I wanna go to New York City
Where even they [can't smoke?]
Because of now

I wanna go (learn) to say, "Hi Mac"
And I shall bring a movie back
I wanna get too excited
When I go to New York City
I'm gone

After Midnight [J. J. Cale]

[tabulated by qwerty@cmu.edu]

[E G A G]

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down
After midnight, we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout

[E G A B]

We're gonna stimulate some action
We're gonna get some satisfaction
We're gonna find out what it is all about

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down
After midnight, we're gonna shake your tambourine
After midnight, it's all gonna be peaches and cream

We're gonna cause talk and suspicion
We're gonna give an exhibition
We're gonna find out what it is all about

After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang down

Love ain't Polite

I say, love ain't polite
It's not just the thing to write songs about
Playing guitar, burying the face to preserve security
Recognise that life has a bigger beat
Go in the back door, you don't get affected
I'm sorry, it's true, but someone should give you
A kick where it hurts, stupid flirts
Many faces [?] ability
Too much, too soon, take the beat, positive
[Technically?] make you all behave yourself
I say, ba ba ba...
Oh, love ain't polite

Oh No Not So

[tabulated by qwerty@cmu.edu]

[D]

G|----------|-7--------|
D|----------|----------|
A|-5--------|----------|
E|----------|----------|

[D A G]

Uh oh, he said he was a neighbour
Not so, waiting for a saviour
Uh oh, is anyone in labour?
Not so, waiting for a saviour

[G F# B A]

You never thought (didn't think) that help would arrive in time
You're a sad one, such a sad one
You didn't think that beauty can but end in time
You've a bad time with (in) the pipeline

They said it was a raper
And then he tried to knife her
Uh oh, you should have read the paper
Not dumb, waiting for a savior

You didn't think that time could drag so slow
Feel him heaving, feel like screaming
Now the lights are starting as your pulse lets go
Now your bullet, save the bullet

It's the Motive

Thick as a fog in the wilderness
Thick as a fog in the wilderness
So to tell truth
Or was it forced to confess
Under such duress

It's never the lie
It's a motive

Thick as a fog in the wilderness
Thick as a fog in the wilderness
She just promised me
Which shows a loneliness
The sonic chess

Thick as a fog in the wilderness
Thick as a fog in the wilderness
Sincerely voiced
Or was it forced to confess
Emotional progress

Stablemate

Courting disorder [or systemly weld of a live fish?]
You get into order a passing [continuum of ?]
I've been left in
Thank God, not left out

Stablemate, stablemate, stablemate, stablemate
Applause

I looked at my watch, it must start eleven decisions
They never say never, and I cannot find in my delusions
Whom am I kidding?
It's probably not myself

No Romans

Display a stingy or a supreme reality
Fog is clearing, or I finally found land
Stand still with an itchy feet
Playing the odds and moving beat
Firm release on our stance
Seize the issue, take the chance

However much you care to buy
Fill him, search him, local file
What you think is perfectly clear
Touch him, caress him
Getting so close

Stepping off too Quick

Step too quick
Not about to die
Stepping off too quick
Not about to die

It's just the facts
Can't wait to meet them?

Now don't regret
What went before

• EMI
• CD, 1995

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