Purple haze all in my brainLately things don't seem the sameActin' funny, but I don't know why'Scuse me while I kiss the sky Purple haze all aroundDon't know if I'm comin' up or downAm I happy or in misery?Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me Help meHelp meOh, no, no Hammerin'Talkin' 'bout heart 'n' s-soulI'm talkin' about hard stuffIf everybody's still around, fluff and ease, ifSo far out my mindSomething's happening, something's happening Ooo, ahhhOoo, ahhhOoo, ahhhOoo, ahhh, yeah!Purple haze all in my eyes, uhhDon't know if it's day or nightYou got me blowin', blowin' my mindIs it tomorrow, or just the end of time? OooHelp meAhh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeahOh, no, ohOh, help meTell me, baby, tell meI can't go on like thisYou're makin' me blow my mind, mamaN-no, noooNo, it's painful, baby

Here comes Dolly DaggerHer love's so heavy, gonna make you staggerDolly DaggerShe drinks the blood from a jagged edgeAw, drink up baby Been riding broomsticks since she was fifteenBlowin' out all the other witches on the sceneShe got a bull whip just as long as your lifeHer tongue can even scratch the soul out of the devil's wifeWell I seen her in action at the Player's Choice Turn all the love men into doughnut boysHey, red hot mama you better step asideThis chicks gonna turn you to a block of iceLook out! Here comes Dolly Dagger,Her love's so strong gonna make you stagger, babyDolly DaggerShe drinks her blood from a jagged edgeUh, right onDrink up, babyHey! Yeah, look at old burnt out Superman, tryin' to shoot his dust on the sunCaptain Karma kids, they're dead on the run Oh the words of love, ah, do they ever touch Dolly Brown?Better get some highway an' clear outta town Here comes Dolly Dagger,Her love's so heavy gonna make you staggerDolly DaggerShe ain't satisfied 'til she gets what she's afterShe drinks the blood from a jagged edgeBetter watch out baby; here comes your master AlrightWatch out DevonYou give me a little bit of that heaven Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it on Dolly, heavy mama, get it on, get it on, get it onGet it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it on, get it onWoo, yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, yeah, yeah, yeahWoo, yeah, yeah, yeahWoo, yeah, yeah, yeahWoo, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright...Make it a double, or eh...Somebody has to singSome body will sing?Somebody will sing, right? Y'all pass me that bottle,And I'll sing you all a real songYeah!Let me get my key, ahum! Well, I'm looking through Harlemmy stomach squeal just a little moreA stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,pulls up to soap-box doorNow a lady with a pearl-handled necktieTied to the driver's fencebreathes in my face,bourbon and coke possessed wordsHaven't I seen you somewhere in hell,or was it just an accident?"(You know how I felt then, and so) Before I could ask "was it the East or West side?"my feet they howled in painThe wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep,but not as deep in my mind as the rainAnd as they pulled away I could see her wordsStagger and fall on my muddy tentWell I picked them up, brushed them off,to see what they say,and you wouldn't believe:'Come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,and bring along the bottle and a president' And eh sometimes it's not so easy, babyEspecially when your only friend,talks, sees, looks and feels like you,and you do just the same as him(Gets very lonely up this road, baby)(Yeah, hmmm, yeah)(Got more to say!) Well I'm riding through LA,on a bicycle built for foolsAnd I seen one of my old buddiesAnd he say, "you don't look the way you usually do"I say, "well, some people look like a coin-box"He say, "look like you ain't got no coins to spare"And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this:I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,and combed this breath right out of my hairAnd sometimes it's not so easyEspecially when your only friendtalk, sees, looks and feels like you,and you do just the same as him just got out of a Scandinavian jail,and I'm on my way straight home to youBut I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror,to make sure my friend's here with me tooAnd you know good well I don't drink coffee,so you fill my cup full of sandAnd the frozen tea leaves on the bottomSharing lipstick around the broken edgeAnd my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire onAnd your cat he attacked me from his pill-box ledgeAnd I thought you were my friend tooMan, my shadow comes in line before youI'm finding out that it's not so easySpecially when your only friendTalks, looks, sees and feels like you,and you do the same just like him (Lord it's so lonely here, hmmm, yeah)Yeah!(Pass me that bottle over there...)Yeah, yeah, okay...

The stars up above that play with laughing sam's diceThey make us feel the world was made for usThe zodiac glass that bleams come through the skiesIt will happen soon, for youAnd a way we goYeahThank you very muchThank you very muchAnd now we would like to bring to you our wide lonely freindly neighborhoodExperience meRight now listenThe milky way express is loaded, all aboardI promise each and every one fo you you won't be boredWhat i'm really concerned aboutIs my grand-new pair of butterfly roller skatesThank you, thank youNo throwing cigarette butts out the windowNo throwing cigarette butts out the windowNow if you look to your right you'll se saturnIf you look to the left you'll see marsI hope your brought your parachutes with youHey look out!Look out for that doorDon't open that doorDon't open that doorOh wellThat's the way it goesHey, everything is all right now

Shoot down some of those airplanes your flyin'Especially the ones that are flyin' too lowShoot down some of those airplanesEspecially the ones that your flyin' too low Come on back to earth my friendCome on back up with meWe've all been up through the night time babyNow let's read the rays of the With the power of soulAnything is possibleWith the power of soulAnything is possible Flyin' too much todayIt's so groovy to float around sometimesEven a jelly fish will tell you thatI said flotation is groovyAnd he saidAnd a jelly fish will agree to that Yeah, but that old jelly fishBeen floatin' around so longLord he ain't got a bone in his jelly backFloatin' every day and every nightRidin' high is a riskSometimes the wind ain't right With the power of soulAnything is possibleWith the power of soulAnything is possibleWith the power of soulAnything is possibleWith the power of soulAnything is possibleWith the power of youAnything you wanna do

Hello, my friendSo happy to see you againI was so aloneAll by myselfI just couldn't make it Have you heard, babyWhat the winds blowing roundHave you heard, babyA whole lot of peoples coming right on down Communication, yeahIs coming on strongAnd don't give a damn, babyIf your hair is short or long, huh I said, get out of your grave (noo)Everybody is dancing in the street, hi!Do what you know, don't be slowYou gotta practice what you preach'Cause it's time for you and meCome to face reality (it sounds like he says "fake reality") Forget about the past, babyThings ain't what they used to beKeep on Straight AheadKeep on Straight Ahead Straight Ahead, babyStraight Ahead, baby We got to stand side by sideWe got to stand together and organizeThey say power to the people,That's what they're screamin'Freedom of the soulPass it on, pass it on to the young and old You got to tell the children the truthThey don't need a whole lot of liesBecause one of these days, babyThey'll be running thingsSo when you give them loveYou better give it rightWoman and child and man and wifeThe best love to have is the Love Of LifePass it on baby Pushing on Straight AheadStraight Ahead, baby Hello my friendIt's so good to see you againSay now I've been all by my selfI don't think I can make it aloneI gotta keep on pushing ahead Hi!!!I can make it alone I gotta keep on pushing ahead

There goes EzyEzy RyderRidin' down the highway of desireHe says the free windtakes him higherTryin' to find his heaven abovebut he's dyin' to be loved, dyin' to be loved He's tellin' me livin'is so magicSomething is foreverso he claimsHe's talkin' 'bout lyin'it's so tragic babyBut don't you worry 'bout todaywe got freedom comin' our way, freedom comin' our way How longdo youthink he is gonna lastcarryin' on outta gas See all the others say"do what you please"Gotta get the brothers togetherand the right to be freeIn a cloud of angel dustI think I see me a freakHey motorcycle mamayou gonna marry me? Bridge: I'll be stone crazylove comin' in at youStone crazy baby There goes EzyEzy RyderRidin' down the highway of desireHe says the free windtakes him higherTryin' to find his heaven abovebut he's dyin' to be loved, dyin' to be loved

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(Oo-backing vocals on each line)Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my old lady,You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady,You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man.And that ain't too cool. (Ah-backing vocal on each line)Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down,You shot her down.Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot you old lady down,You shot her down to the ground. Yeah! Yes, I did, I shot her,You know I caught her messin' 'round,Messin' 'round town.Uh, yes I did, I shot herYou know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town.And I gave her the gun and I shot her! Alright(Ah! Hey Joe)Shoot her one more time again, baby!(Oo)Yeah.(Hey Joe!)Ah, dig it!(Hey)Ah! Ah!(Joe where you gonna go?)Oh, alright. Hey Joe, said now,(Hey)uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna run to?Yeah.(where you gonna go?)Hey Joe, I said,(Hey)where you goin' to runto now, where you, where you gonna go?(Joe!)Well, dig it!I'm goin' way down south, way down south,(Hey)way down south to Mexico way! Alright!(Joe)I'm goin' way down south,(Hey, Joe)way down where I can be free!(where you gonna...)Ain't no one gonna find me babe!(...go?)Ain't no hangman gonna,(Hey, Joe)he ain't gonna put a rope around me!(Joe where you gonna..)You better belive it right now!(...go?)I gotta go now!Hey, hey, hey Joe,(Hey Joe)you better run on down!(where you gonna...)Goodbye everybody. Ow!(...go?)Hey, hey Joe, what'd I say,(Hey.......................Joe)run on down.(where you gonna go?

After all the jacks are in their boxesAnd the clowns have all gone to bedYou can hear happiness staggering on down the streetFootprints dressed in redAnd the wind whispers Mary A broom is drearily sweepingUp the broken pieces of yesterday's lifeSomewhere a queen is weepingSomewhere a king has no wifeAnd the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrowAnd shine their emptiness down on my bedThe tiny island sags downstream'Cause the life that lived is, is deadAnd the wind screams Mary Will the wind ever rememberThe names it has blown in the past?And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdomIt whispers no, this will be the lastAnd the wind cries Mary