name that tune...

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this is all i can make out...but it's a song that fucking soars

...i built my house up on solid rock...so i could be sure it would stand...but time has come to shut the door...and settle in...

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beautiful melody sung in the sweetest most heartfelt voice

oh don't think it don't matter about geronimo...he was the fiercest freedom fighter of all...and don't think it don't matter about the indians...so many convictions in a world [drenched] in blood...in nuclear exchanges...and the indians keep telling us about common earth changes...oh don't think it don't matter about geronimo...he was the fiercest freedom fighter...the fiercest freedom fighter...the fiercest freedom fighter of them all

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i'm assuming this one is called go man go.

last night i had a dream...i came home from school....my parents left a note on the screen door...and it said dear son we've moved...it's a good thing i woke up...i have lived in new york... don't talk to anyone...see anything...never missed any one or anything that was going on...go man go...go man go...go man go...don't look back...don't feel sorry for the things you've done...go man go...go man go

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an achingly, hauntingly beautiful poem set to achingly, hauntingly beautiful music sung by an achingly, hauntingly beautiful female vocalist.

your repulsive smell hangs heavy in the air...stagnating...drawing the blood...sucking the life that once was mine...from the pure to the tested...the used to the blessed...baiting the trail with the tortured and tormented...do you feel no shame...when you break me again...the rampant thirst is quenched by the rain of the blameless...question not or feel the scorn that seeps from the lips...kissed with passion...that spoke of the moment when light meets the darkness...and fire will burn inside...do you feel no shame as you rake me again...do you feel no shame...the severed limb that bleeds for so long becomes a shadow...time brings forth space to breathe...and a place for mistakes...we trust we fall...we rise to trust again...and we grow...do you feel no shame as you break me again...do you feel no shame

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world's most frenetic song

you say you don't know what to feel...you say you don't know what is real...i will help you understand...i'll be your 20th century man...i will show you what to do...you act like me...i'll act like you...we'll take the test of love and sex...we'll mark our answers with an x...a] i don't like you b] i'm in love c] i feel nothing d] none of the above...relationships are so much fun...biodegrade when they are done...

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My guess: It's called five easy pieces

when we first saw the stagecoach...all the rage was gone...and so we dragged him and we shot him...and now the thrill is gone...i got five easy pieces....i got them hanging on the wall...i got five easy pieces...there ain't nothing they won't solve...when i saw the kid a'dying'...i said oh god what have i done...and when i saw my lease had expired...i released myself from the world......i got five easy pieces....i got them hanging on the wall...i got five easy pieces...there ain't nothing they won't solve...now in this country of equals...by god the gun is number one...so if justice is your thing then...go ahead and get it done......i got five easy pieces....i got them hanging on the wall...i got five easy pieces...there ain't nothing they won't solve...

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here's a truly throbbing song, the lyrics of which I just can't make out..

Aside from snatches of lyrics like waiting in the rain...just to know you were there...you gave up too early, it sounds like it revolves around either "forty five questions" or "four to five questions"

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listen for this exhilarating refrain....especially at the end:

she always said...she wanted lots of money...she always wanted attention...and plenty of it
she always said...she wanted lots of money...she always wanted attention...and plenty of it
she always said...she wanted lots of money...she always wanted attention...and plenty of it

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Bump

pure pop...

you say you're still in love with me
it's time to prove it to me
my lips are waiting patiently
it's time we sealed it with a kiss

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Male vocalist. beautiful folk song. sounds like one of the Rogers brothers.

he told me at the start of spring...he never needs nothing at all...to him the sky is blue forever...he don't need a whole lot of loving

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female vocalist

don't think it don't matter about geronimo...he was the fiercest indian fighter...the fiercest indian fighter of them all

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male vocalist. sounds a bit like leon russell

i went out last night/to the "cabaret"/ i got home this morning/ at the break of day/people hide their love/people hide their love