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There is a house in New Orleans, they call the "Rising Sun", and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans, my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs, is a suitcase and chum and the only time, he'll be satisfied, is when he's on a drum. Oh mother, tell your children, Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery, In the "House of the Rising Sun" Well, now one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans, To wear that ball and chain. Well, there is a house in New Orleans, They call the "Rising Sun", And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, And God, I know, I'm one.
We skipped the light fandango And turned cartwheels cross the floor. I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more. The room was humming harder And the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale. She said "There is no reason, And the truth is plain to see," But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just just have well been closed. And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale.
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On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night 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 I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place (background) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year Any time of year (background) You can find it here You can find it here Her mind is Tiffany twisted She's got the Mercedes bends She's 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 my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are 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 Place (background) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise What a nice surprise (background) Bring your alibies Mirrors on the ceiling Pink champagne on ice And she said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast 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 I had to find the passage back to the place I was before Relax said the nightman We are programed to recieve You can check out any time you like But you can never leave
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound 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 raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they 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 whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind [Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy. Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.
Love hurts Love scars Love wounds And bonds any heart Not tough enough Or strong enough To take a lot of pain Take a lot of pain Love is like a flook Or just like the rain Love hurts OO-----OO Love hurts I'm young I know But even so I know a thing or two I learned from you I really learned a lot Really learned a lot Love is like a flame It burns you when it's hot Love hurts OO-----OO Love hurts Some fools think Of happiness Blissfulness Togetherness Some fools Fool themselves I guess they're not foolin' me I know it isn't true I know it isn't true Love is just a lie made to make you blue Love hurts OO-----OO Love hurts OO-----OO LEAD I know it isn't true I know it isn't true Love is just a lie made to make you blue Love hurts OO-----OO Love hurts OO-----OO Love hurts OO-----OO --transcribed by the Scribe
I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world its saddest sound Its saddest sound 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 only could, I surely would
Alternative text of The "House Of The Rising Sun" (woman solo)
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the "Rising Sun", it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, and me, oh lord, I'm one. My mother is a tailor, she sews those new blue jeans, my husbend he's a gambling man, drinks down in New Orleans. My husbend in a gambler, he goes from town to town, the only time, he's satisfied, is when he drinks his liquor down. Go tell my baby sister, never do what I have done, shun that house in New Orleans they call the "Rising Sun". One foot on the platform, the other's on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain. Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I'm going to sped the rest of my life, beneath that "Rising Sun".
Whiter Shade of Pale: Additional lyrics sung in concert:
She said she wanted shore leave Tho in truth we were at sea So I took her by a looking glass And forced her to agree Saying you must be the mermaid Who took Neptune for a ride Well she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died And so it was, etc...