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Pick Me Up Café
04:36
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“pick me up café”
you know anywhere
around here that’s open late?
where the pie’s too sweet
and they’re sure to burn the eggs
where the waitress don’t like you
and you can read it right on her face
i’m looking for a room
full of people who won’t stay
down at the
pick me up café
it’s a little hideaway
below the train
the coffee’s dark enough
to cover up your shame
so don’t be alone
you can be one of the gang
the guy in the back
looks for lovers on the phone
that girl on his arm’s
got a heart that’s hard as stone
that kid walking up always
comes in on their own
but with a little luck
that’s not how they go back home
down at the
pick me up café
it’s a little hideaway
below the train
the coffee’s dark enough
to cover up your shame
so don’t be alone
you can be one of the gang
only the lonely
could keep me
company tonight
singing, “i’ll be your only,
if you’ll only
hold me tight.”
so if you’re feeling like
the road has got you down
if you’re feeling like
you just can’t kick that frown
if you’re feeling like
a good love can’t be found
you gotta head on down
to the lonely part of town
down at the
pick me up café
it’s a little hideaway
below the train
the coffee’s dark enough
to cover up your shame
so don’t be alone
you can be one of the gang
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2. |
Familiar Songs
03:35
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3. |
Two Boys in Brooklyn
02:00
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4. |
Keep My Lovin' Fresh
02:59
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5. |
Grateful Dead T-Shirt
06:25
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“(there’s no hope, i’m back to smoking dope) writing love songs again”
i tried transcendental meditation
every morning as the sun
came up over new york city
i visualized what i could become
quit living on my telephone
i read from homer down through sartre
thought i’d found a greater purpose
for my sentimental heart
but since i saw the way
your dress would hang off of your skin
there’s no hope
i’m back to smoking dope
and writing love songs again
now when i was young and hungry
i had all sorts of rowdy friends
we’d stay out late nights drinking
till the sun came up again
my eyes got shot all full of blood
i grew gravel in my lungs
brought a few good women down
with my forked and wicked tongue
but since i saw the way
that you make beauty out of sin
there’s no hope
i’m back to smoking dope
and writing love songs again
sometimes at night when the moon ain’t too wide
i think i should settle down
lay off of the wine like some of the time
man quit my running around
but since you walked into my life
you know everything’s gone wrong
it’s guitars, yoga mats, and psychedelic music
the only thing that keeps me hanging on
‘cause since your eyes opened up wide
and began to let me in
there’s no hope
i’m back to smoking dope
and writing love songs again
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7. |
Shores of Time
03:21
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8. |
Sunday Morning
04:44
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9. |
Dirty Linens
04:39
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10. |
Farewell to the Goodlife
05:00
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