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Uplugged In New York
Unplugged lyrics
Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam
Jesus doesn’t want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me
Don’t expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don’t ever ask you love of me
Don’t expect me to cry
Don’t expect me to lie
Don’t expect me to die for me
The man who sold the World
We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
although l wasn’t there, he said l was his friend
Which came as some surprise l spoke into his eyes
l thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
l never lost control
You’re face to face
Whith the man who sold the World
l laughed and shook his hand and made my way back home
l searched for form and land, for years and years l roamed
l gazed a gasley stare at all the millions here
We must have died along, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You’re face to face
Whith the man who sold the World
Originally by David bowie
Plateau
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands
The nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustraded book about birds
You see a lot up there but don’t be scared
Who needs action when you got words
When you’ve finished whith the mop then you can stop
And look ant what you’ve done
The plateau’s clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it took was fun
Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau
Some said it was in Greenland and some in Mexico
Some decide it was nowhere except for where they stood
But they were all just guesses, wounldn’t hep you if they could
Originally by The Meat Puppets
Lake of Fire
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won’t see them again till the fourth of july
l knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
Now the people cry and the people moan
And the look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest ther bones
While the angels and the devils
Fight to claim them for ther own
Originaly by The Meat Puppets
Oh me
If i had to lose a mile
If l had to touch feelings
l would lose my soul
The way l do
l don’t have to think
l only have to do it
The results are always perfect
And that’s old news
Would you like to hear my voice
Sprinkled whith emotion
Inveted at your birth?
l can’t see the end of me
My whole expanse l can not see
l formulate infinity
Stored deep inside me
Originally by The Meat Puppets
Where Did you Sleep Last Night
My girl, my girl, dont’t lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In pines, in pines
Where the sun don’t ever shine
l would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you
l’m going where the cold wind blows
Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found
