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1. _ Donna
Oh donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down, donna
Sit down, donna
Sit down
You made stand up
Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring
Oh donna
You make me break up
You make me break down, donna
Break down, donna
Break down
You make me break up
Meanwhile waiting by the telephone
Donna is waiting for the phone to ring
"hello, darling
Yes i love you darling
Yes i love you"
Oh donna
You made me stand up
You made me sit down, donna
Sit down, donna
Sit down
You make stand up
Donna i'd stand on my head for you
Oh my love, my own one
Oh my love, my own one
Donna waiting by the telephone
Donna waiting for the phone to ring
Oh donna
Oh donna
Oh donna
Oh donna
Donna i love you
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2. _ Somewhere In Hollywood
Down on the casting couch
A star is gonna be born
A star with the stature of a harlow
Who's doomed
And groomed to enrapture
All her co-stars, and stuntmen, the co-stars
Oh, let there be lights, action, sound
Lights, action, sound - roll `em!
Out in the mezzanine
On the arm of a dumb marine
Her beauty looks out like a trailer
Norman mailer
Waits to nail her
He's under the bed
And he's waiting for her to be dead
He's out on the patio
With his polaroid and scenario
And he's armed and he's dangerously....
Close was the weather
When i was a kid
She gave me a feather from her gown
To cool me down, to cool me down
And i was the galley slave
Who lost his heart when the ship went down
Lights, action, sound
Roll `em
I had a part in the talkies
When you were a little girl
I've taken lassie for walkies
When she was the pup that vaudeville threw up
And destiny lead her
Hand in paw to somewhere
In hollywood
That's crazy, a dog up in beverly hills
Crazy, crazy
La, la, la, la, la.... (you better lie low)
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3. _ Baron Samedi
I'll show you man who walk on fire
And don't get burned
Don't get burned, don't get burned
He don't get burned
I'll show you man who tread on glass
And he don't get cut
Don't get cut, don't get cut
He don't get cut
You can take a knife and slit his throat
And he won't drop dead
Won't drop dead, won't drop dead
He won't drop dead
Been a ju-ju boy for a thousand years
And he ain't cut yet
Ain't cut yet, ain't cut yet
He ain't cut yet
Hold `em
You've got to crease `em and fold `em
You've got to shape `em and mould `em
Take a piece of their soul man
Well he can take a little moonlight
Suck the poison from a snakebite
Movin' round about midnight
He's got the power of life
See the sacrifice of the virgin women
See the deadly snake and the headless chicken
Take a sip from dripping red
Make it with the living dead
Take you up when you feeling down
When you're sick he will come around
Takes his cures from out the ground
He's the one who can hypnotize
And you'll never believe your eyes
He can cause the dead to rise
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4. _ Intro/silly Love
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5. _ The Worst Band In The World
It's one thing to know it but another to admit
We're the worst band in the world
But we don't give a....
If garbo played guitar with valentino on the drums
Then we'd be nothing more than a bunch of darma bums
So tune up, tune up
Well we've never done a days work in our life
And our records sell in zillions
It irrigates my heart with greed
To know that you adore me
Up yours, up mine
But up everybody's that takes time -
But we're working on it
Working on it (ooh)
We never seen the van - leave it to the roadies -
Never met the roadies - leave them in the van
All because of circumstances way beyond control
We became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh
Here i am a record on a jukebox
A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh
Play me
Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold
Here we are together on your hi fi
A little piece of plastic with a hole, oh
Fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me.....
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6. _ Rubber Bullets
I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
Sergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Sergeant baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "blood will flow;
Here padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"trust in me -
God will come to set you free"
Well we don't understand
Why you called in the national guard
When uncle sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
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7. _ Old Mister Time
He looked funny
The children called him the scarecrow
An old raincoat
And baggy trousers and sneakers
He found at the dump
Oh, but if you bothered to look
There was something behind the rags
Oh there was a look in his eyes
It was something you'd never forget
He lived badly
A broken shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied
When he talked to the walls
Oh we didn't understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
Oh we were human then
We were searching behind his disgrace
Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm tellin you
Why don't you leave me alone
You're never gonna realise
When all you do is criticise
You're never gonna make it work
You never seem to get enough
You crumble when its getting rough
You're never gonna make it work
I'm tellin' you there'll come a day
You're gonna blow yourselves away
It's wrong that i should interfere
I just get in the way
Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you go to your homes
Why don't you keep to yourselves
I'm tellin you
Why don't you leave me alone
Deep into the night
He was working by the light
Of the candle by his bed
On the theory in his head
He was building from the junk
That he rescued from the dump
And when he turned the power on
There was a sound and he was gone
Oh in the gray of the dawn
We discovered the thing he was working on
Oh we didn't understand
The future was old mister time
Future was old mister time
Future was old mister time
Future was old mister time
Old mister time (mister time, mister time....)
Old mister time (mister time, mister time....)
Old mister time (mister time, mister time....)
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8. _ The Sacro-iliac
Here's a new dance that you all can do
Baby, baby, what's he gonna do?
Sit back and relax `cos it's good for you
Baby, baby, what's he gonna do?
What's he gonna say?
He's takin' my breath away
Well if you're tired of doing the boogaloo
And you're afraid of doing the swim
`cos you think you will drown
In the noise of the record
And the klutz on the floor
He ain't there anymore
`cos all you wanna do
Is be alone at the bar
All you wanna do is be alone at the bar
You wanna drown in your cocktail
You wanna leave with the laundry
If your mind is trippin'
But your disc is slippin'
Here's what you gotta do -
Nothing
In any tempo and any rhythm
C'mon mac do the sacro-iliac
C'mon back do the sacro-iliac
I said c'mon back do the sacro-iliac
Well it's easy
Here's the new dance that you 'll wanna do
So easy
Don't want to annoy ya with my paranoia
Now i'm doing the dance that is good for me
Baby, baby, what's it gonna be?
I ain't no astaire, but i've a right to be
Baby, baby, when's he gonna learn?
Where's he gonna stay?
He's taken my breath away
Well i'm bored with the beat of the shing-a-ling
And the lindy is leaving me cold
`cos i've never been freaky or funky or laid back
And the lush on the floor
Isn't me anymore
And i never ever wanna be alone
At the bar
Never ever wanna be alone at the bar
So c'mon mac do the sacro-iliac
C'mon back do the sacro-iliac
Won't you c'mon back do the sacro-iliac
C'mon back do the sacro-iliac
Won't you come on back do the sacro-iliac
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9. _ Quando M'En Vo [DVD]
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10. _ Sena Catene [DVD][*]
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11. _ Ships Don't Disappear In The Night (do They)
Ships don't just disappear in the night
Do they?
People don't really die of fright
Do they?
We all know it just ain't so
So don't be afraid when the table shakes
Don't you
Don't be amazed when your shadow quakes
Don't you
Start to pray they'll go away
And then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
Better be nice to vincent price
Forces at work that we don't understand
Are they?
So don't get the shits if it touches your hand
Don't you
Poltergeists can be so nice
Better be nice to vincent price
What's that noise comin' up from the cellar?
What's it?
It's the restless bones of boris and bela
Boris and bela
Don't go down, they're still around
But then they can't do nothing to ya
They can't do nothing to ya
They just keep walking through ya
And then they can't do nothin' to ya
They can't do nothin' to ya
They just keep walkin' through ya
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12. _ Senza Catene (Unchained Melody) [DVD]
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13. _ Fiamma Sacra (The Sacred Flame) [DVD]
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14. _ Nella Fantasia [DVD]
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15. _ Smoke Gets in Your Eyes [DVD]
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16. _ Core 'Ngrato (Ungrateful Heart) [DVD]
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17. _ Nessun Dorma [DVD]
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18. _ Torna a Surriento [DVD]
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19. _ Ocean Heart (Oceano Cuore) [DVD]
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20. _ Land and Freedom (Terra E Liberta) [DVD]
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21. _ How Do You Keep the Music Playing? [DVD]
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22. _ Habanera [DVD]
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23. _ Funiculì, Funiculà [DVD]
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24. _ Aranjuez Ma Pensée [DVD]
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25. _ Prayer [DVD]
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26. _ Toreador Song [DVD]
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27. _ Prayer in the Night [DVD]
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28. _ You're Still Lord
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29. _ I Will Lift You There
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30. _ Mizpah
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31. _ We Shall See Him
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32. _ He Will Carry You
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33. _ Five Foot Even
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34. _ Our Groove
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35. _ Groove For Otis
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36. _ It Was Enough
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37. _ I've Just Seen Jesus
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