| | Название песни | текст | аккорды | табы |
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| 1 |  | (1,2,3)... |  | | |
| | 165 Hillcrest | | | |
| 2 | | 20,000 miles to an oasis... | | | |
| | 2JN | | | |
| A | | A public service announcement followed me home the other day... | | | |
| | A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone... | | | |
| | Adagio | | | |
| | Airliner | | | |
| | All the way to Reno... | | | |
| | As I raise my head to broadcast my objection... | | | |
| | As the sun comes up, as the moon goes down... | | | |
| | Ask the girl of the hour... | | | |
| B | | Birdie in the hand for life's rich demand... | | | |
| | Blood from a stone, water from wine... | | | |
| | Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way... | | | |
| C | | Call my name, here I come... | | | |
| | Charades, pop skill water hyacinth... | | | |
| | Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse... | | | |
| | Could it be that one small voice... | | | |
| | Crazy crazy world crazy crazy times... | | | |
| D | | Decide yourself, if radio's gonna stay... | | | |
| | Did you ever see Dallas from a DC-9 at night... | | | |
| | Did you never call? I waited for your call... | | | |
| | Divide your cultured pearls and paste... | | | |
| | Drea-ea-ea-ea-eam dream dream dream... | | | |
| | Dusk is dawn is day... | | | |
| E | | Easy to poke yourself square in the eye... | | | |
| | Ee-e-e-um-um-a-weh... | | | |
| | Emphysema | | | |
| | Empty bread, empty mouths, combien reaction... | | | |
| | Everybody here comes from somewhere... | | | |
| | Everybody here ... comes from somewhere... | | | |
| F | | Follow me, don't follow me... | | | |
| | Forty Second Song | | | |
| | From the back of my neck, oh oh oh... | | | |
| | From the inside room... | | | |
| | Fun... | | | |
| G | | Grounded 5 a.m... | | | |
| H | | Hang your collar up inside... | | | |
| | Have you seen? Have not will travel... | | | |
| | He moves efficiently... | | | |
| | He's not to be reached, he's to be reached... | | | |
| | He's got his work, ...and she comes easy... | | | |
| | Hello, I saw you, I know you, I knew you... | | | |
| | Her world collapsed early Sunday morning... | | | |
| | Here comes that awful feeling again... | | | |
| | Here she comes... | | | |
| | Hey baby... | | | |
| | Hey now little speedy head... | | | |
| | Hey now, take your pills and hey now, make your breakfast... | | | |
| | Hey there now young wholly, swing along... | | | |
| | Hey this is David... | | | |
| | Hey what's the big deal... | | | |
| I | | I am a lineman for the county... | | | |
| | I am I am I am Superman and... | | | |
| | I am not the type of dog... | | | |
| | I am the passenger... | | | |
| | I can't say that I love Jesus... | | | |
| | I can't see myself at thirty... | | | |
| | I could have kept my head down... | | | |
| | I don't know why you're mean to me... | | | |
| | I dragged my feet across the seat... | | | |
| | i dreamed what what you were offering... | | | |
| | I feel great... | | | |
| | I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes (pa, parapa-pa...)... | | | |
| | I feel like an alligator... | | | |
| | I fell asleep and read just... | | | |
| | I found this photograph... | | | |
| | I know what I wanted... | | | |
| | I know you. I know you've seen her... | | | |
| | I look good in a glass pack... | | | |
| | I move across, innocence lost... | | | |
| | I never thought of this as funny... | | | |
| | I remember redwood trees... | | | |
| | I sat there looking ugly... | | | |
| | I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change... | | | |
| | I sit at my table... | | | |
| | I want the sun to shine on me... | | | |
| | I was hell, sarcastic silver swell... | | | |
| | I watched you fall... | | | |
| | I will hide and you will hide... | | | |
| | I will try not to breathe... | | | |
| | I wore the clothes you wanted... | | | |
| | I would dare you but I know I don't need to... | | | |
| | I'll take the position... | | | |
| | I'm looking for an interruption... | | | |
| | I'm not feeding off you, I will... | | | |
| | I've found a way to make you... | | | |
| | I've took a picture that I'll have to send... | | | |
| | I've watched the children come and go... | | | |
| | I'm tired of singing trouble... | | | |
| | I've been lost... | | | |
| | I've watched the stars fall silent from your eyes... | | | |
| | If death is pretty final... | | | |
| | If the storm doesn't kill me the government will... | | | |
| | If we're talking about love... | | | |
| | If you could see yourself now, baby... | | | |
| | In Corsica the engines blew... | | | |
| | In the attic, lights, voices scream... | | | |
| | It feels in dreams... | | | |
| | It happened fast, it's over quick... | | | |
| | It's been pretty simple so far... | | | |
| | It's not that she walked away... | | | |
| | It's only when your poison spins into the life you'd hoped to live... | | | |
| | It's quiet now, and what it brings is everything... | | | |
| | It's what I want... | | | |
| | It's over, our love affair... | | | |
| J | | Just arrived Singapore... | | | |
| K | | Keys cut, three for the price of one... | | | |
| L | | La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la... | | | |
| | Let the sun beat through the clouds... | | | |
| | Let's put our heads together... | | | |
| | Long gone, intuition... | | | |
| | Look at this, it's me, walking away... | | | |
| | Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me... | | | |
| | Looking at your watch a third time... | | | |
| | Looks like I pulled a fast one... | | | |
| M | | Make your money with a suit and tie... | | | |
| | Mandolin Strum | | | |
| | Memphis Train Blues | | | |
| | Mercury is rising still... | | | |
| | Monty this seems strange to me, the movies had that movie thing... | | | |
| | Moon River, wider than a mile... | | | |
| | Mott the Hoople and the game of Life, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... | | | |
| | Mr. Richards, your position... | | | |
| N | | New Orleans Instrumental No. 1 | | | |
| | New Orleans Instrumental No. 2 | | | |
| | Night time fell at the opening... | | | |
| | Nightswimming deserves a quiet night... | | | |
| | Nola-4/26/10 | | | |
| | Nothing could bring me closer... | | | |
| | Now my suspicion's on the rise... | | | |
| | Now the hope for the future took a pounding in the parking lot... | | | |
| | Now the radio stutters snaps to life... | | | |
| O | | Oddfellows Local 151 behind the firehouse... | | | |
| | Oh, oh ooh oh... | | | |
| | Oh... life, it's bigger, it's bigger than you, and you are not me... | | | |
| | Old man Kensey... | | | |
| | On the outside underneath the wall... | | | |
| | One, two, ready, go... | | | |
| | one, two, three... | | | |
| | Out there are silver-tressed darlings... | | | |
| P | | par- parallels... | | | |
| | Postcard stowaway within... | | | |
| | Put your hair back, we get to leave... | | | |
| R | | Readying to bury your father and your mother... | | | |
| | Receiving department, 3 A.M... | | | |
| | Reverend Bill Funderburk sings He Cared That Much For Me... | | | |
| | Rotary Eleven | | | |
| S | | Scratch the scandals in the twilight... | | | |
| | Secluded in a marker stone... | | | |
| | She didn't want to get pinned down by her prior town... | | | |
| | Shiny happy people laughing... | | | |
| | Sinking fast, the weight chained to my feet... | | | |
| | Sleep delays my life... | | | |
| | Smack, crack, bushwhacked... | | | |
| | So long ago... | | | |
| | So hesitation pulled me back... | | | |
| | So long boy you can take my place, got my papers I've got my pay... | | | |
| | So over me... | | | |
| | Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing... | | | |
| | Sometimes I feel so happy... | | | |
| | Sometimes I feel so happy... | | | |
| | Stand in the place where you live... | | | |
| | Steady repetition is... | | | |
| | Surfing the Ganges | | | |
| | Suspicion yourself... | | | |
| | Swan, swan, hummingbird, hurrah, we're all free now... | | | |
| T | | That's great, it starts with an earthquake... | | | |
| | That's when Wendell Gee takes a tug... | | | |
| | The battle's been lost, the war is not won... | | | |
| | The concrete broke your fall... | | | |
| | The kids have a new take A new take on faith... | | | |
| | The rain came down... | | | |
| | The sun reflected in... | | | |
| | The time to rise has been engaged... | | | |
| | The walls are built up, stone by stone... | | | |
| | The wheelbarrow's fallen... | | | |
| | The world is collapsing around our ears... | | | |
| | There she goes again... | | | |
| | There's a problem, feathers iron... | | | |
| | There's something strange going on tonight... | | | |
| | There's a secret, stigma, reaping wheel... | | | |
| | These bastards stole their power from... | | | |
| | They call me the apologist... | | | |
| | They called the clip... | | | |
| | They called the clip... | | | |
| | They crowded up to Lenin with the noses worn off... | | | |
| | They're going wild, the call came in... | | | |
| | This could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen... | | | |
| | This flower is scorched. This film is on... | | | |
| | This here is the place where I will be staying... | | | |
| | This is horror movie stuff... | | | |
| | This is not a parable... | | | |
| | This mellow, sweet, short-haired boy... | | | |
| | This name I got we all agreed... | | | |
| | This one goes out to the one I love... | | | |
| | This world is big and so-awake... | | | |
| | Tonight's alive... | | | |
| | Trailers for sale or rent... | | | |
| | Turning on the TV and what do I see... | | | |
| U | | Up the stairs to the landing... | | | |
| W | | Walk it back... | | | |
| | We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout... | | | |
| | We live and dream about the future... | | | |
| | We'll stumble through the yard... | | | |
| | Well what in the world? Women in black... | | | |
| | What's the frequency, Kenneth? is your Benzedrine, uh-huh... | | | |
| | When I look into your eyes... | | | |
| | When I was young and full of grace... | | | |
| | When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone... | | | |
| | When the world is a monster... | | | |
| | When we were little boys... | | | |
| | When you greet a stranger... | | | |
| | Whenever I need to leave it all behind... | | | |
| | Whenever we hold each other... | | | |
| | White Tornado | | | |
| | Who will stand alone... | | | |
| | Why're you tryin' to second guess me... | | | |
| | Winged Mammal Theme | | | |
| | With the restraint... | | | |
| | With the walk and the talk... | | | |
| | Women got legs, men got pants... | | | |
| Y | | Yeah all those stars drip down like butter... | | | |
| | Yellow circus left the stakes... | | | |
| | You don't have to take the bar exam to see... | | | |
| | You know where I come from... | | | |
| | You said that loving me was falling off a log... | | | |
| | You see there's this cat burglar who can't see in the dark... | | | |
| | You threw away the ballast... | | | |
| | You took me to the restaurant where we first met... | | | |
| | You wake up in the morning... | | | |
| | You want to go out Friday... | | | |
| | You wanted a challenge... | | | |
| | You're beautiful more beautiful than me... | | | |
| | You're movin' through rough waters motel boy... | | | |
| | You're on your ear, the ocean's near... | | | |
| | You're funny and you don't know why... | | | |
| | Your eyes are burning holes through me... | | | |
| Z | | Zither | | | |
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