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---------------------------- Lyrics to Roll The Bones ---------------------------- Dreamline --------- He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a liquid-crystal compass A picture book of the rivers Under the Sahara They travel in the time of the prophets On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run He's got a star map of Hollywood A list of cheap motels All along the freeway She's got a sister out in Vegas The promise of a decent job Far away from her hometown They travel on the road to redemption A highway out of yesterday -- that tomorrow will bring Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring We're only at home when we're on the wing On the wing WHEN WE ARE YOUNG WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL -- FOR A LIMITED TIME Time is a gypsy caravan Steals away in the night To leave you stranded in Dreamland Distance is a long-range filter Memory a flickering light Left behind in the heartland We travel in the dark of the new moon A starry highway traced on the map of the sky Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry We're only at home when we're on the fly On the fly We travel on the road to adventure On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run On the run... Bravado ------- If we burn our wings Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won -- Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride -- Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory All the sacrifice in vain [And] if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost Roll The Bones -------------- Well, you can stake that claim -- Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs But fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Why are we here? Because we're here Roll the bones Why does it happen? Because it happens Roll the bones Faith is cold as ice -- Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity Or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power To control the dice? We come into the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Jack -- relax. Get busy with the facts. No zodiacs or almanacs, No maniacs in polyester slacks. Just the facts. Gonna kick some gluteus max. It's a parallax -- you dig? You move around The small gets big. It's a rig It's action -- reaction -- Random interaction. So who's afraid Of a little abstraction? Can't get no satisfaction >From the facts? [You] better run, homeboy -- A fact's a fact >From Nome to Rome, boy. What's the deal? Spin the wheel. If the dice are hot -- take a shot. Play your cards. Show us what you got -- What you're holding. If the cards are cold, Don't go folding. Lady Luck is golden; She favors the bold. That's cold Stop throwing stones -- The night has a thousand saxophones. So get out there and rock, And roll the bones. Get busy! Face Up ------- Your turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty -- You know how that feels I'm on a roll now -- Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP -- Or you can only back down FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP -- Turn it up -- Or turn that wild card down Turn it up Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now -- Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Turn it up Where's My Thing? (Part IV, "Gangster Of Boats" Trilogy) -- Instrumental -------------------------------------------------------- The Big Wheel ------------- Well, I was only a kid -- didn't know enough to be afraid Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made Take no chances on paradise delayed So I do a slow fade PLAYING FOR TIME Don't want to wait for heaven LOOKING FOR LOVE For an angel to forgive my sins PLAYING WITH FIRE Chasing something new to believe in LOOKING FOR LOVE The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance Going for broke, going for another chance Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance If I do the right dance Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith Taking your chances you'll have the right answers When the final judgment begins Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate Life redirected in ways unexpected Sometimes the odd number wins The way the big wheel spins Heresy ------ All around that dull gray world >From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years -- Who will pay? All around that dull gray world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Ghost Of A Chance ----------------- Like a million little doorways All the choices we made All the stages we passed through All the roles we played For so many different directions Our separate paths might have turned With every door that we opened Every bridge that we burned Somehow we find each other Through all that masquerade Somehow we found each other Somehow we have stayed In a state of grace I DON'T BELIEVE IN DESTINY OR THE GUIDING HAND OF FATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN FOREVER OR LOVE AS A MYSTICAL STATE I DON'T BELIEVE IN THE STARS OR THE PLANETS OR ANGELS WATCHING FROM ABOVE BUT I BELIEVE THERE'S A GHOST OF A CHANCE WE CAN FIND SOMEONE TO LOVE AND MAKE IT LAST Like a million little crossroads Through the backstreets of youth Each time we turn a new corner A tiny moment of truth [For] so many different connections Our separate paths might have made With every door that we opened Every game we played Neurotica --------- You just don't get it What it is ... well, you're not really sure You move like you're walking on this ice Talking like you're still insecure Time is a spiral -- Space is a curve I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve Life is a diamond you turn into dust Waiting for rescue, and I know you just Don't get it You just don't get it Neurotica -- Exotica It's just Erotica -- Hypnotica It's just Psychotica -- Chaotica It's just Exotica -- Neurotica You just don't get it Baby, don't you ask yourself why? If you don't like the answer -- forget it You know I hate to see you cry Fortune is random -- Fate shoots from the hip I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip Life is a diamond you turn into dust Looking for trust, and I know that you just Don't get it You just don't get it SNAP! Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you SNAP! Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you SNAP! The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you SNAP! You Bet Your Life ----------------- Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun Just another junkie on a scoring run Just another victim of the things he has done Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE Just another winner, pours his life down the drain Just another island in a hurricane Just another loser, like a cat in the rain Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car THE ODDS GET EVEN -- You name the game THE ODDS GET EVEN -- The stakes are the same YOU BET YOUR LIFE