Chasing The Crown

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

I built a wall in China, I sank an ocean liner

I’ve wrecked homes, I’ve burned thrones, chasing the crown.

I’ve put the thorns in your feet, I spread plague in the streets

I’ve sprung traps, confused maps, chasing the crown

 

I’m chasing the crown till he bites the apple

I was lickin’ my lips till his Son come down –

I’m chasing the crown, the crown, I’m chasing the crown

I’m taking a turn in the right direction

By leaving his soul in the lost and found

Chasing the crown, I’m chasing the crown.

 

I saw the tea float in Boston, I saw the live wire shock ‘em

I made them float, I made them drown, chasing the crown

I laid the desert sands, I froze the polar caps

Well, they’d dry out, and I’d shout Hey I’m chasing the crown.

 

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Two Rooms At The End Of The World

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Through a mutual agreement, we got that aching feeling

To look up one another one more time

Tracking down the zip codes

Sealing down those envelopes

Lack of communication on the telephone line

 

But don't judge us by distance

Or the difference between us

Try to look at it with an open mind

For where there is one room, you'll always find another

Two rooms at the end of the world

 

Well we've both ridden the wagon bit the tail off the dragon

Borne our swords like steel knights on the highway

Washing down the dirt roads

Hosing off our dirty clothes

Coming to terms with the times that we couldn't but we tried

 

Where there is one room, you'll always find another

Two rooms at the end of the world

 

Door to door they would whisper, will they ever get together

Their rooms are different temperatures I'm told

There's a change in their thinking

And their habits seem uneven

But together the two of them were mining gold

 

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White Lady White Powder

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

 

Dust settles on a thin cloud

Sends a fog drifting to a worn-out crowd

I've had my face in a mirror for twenty-four hours

Staring at a line of white powder

 

High-priced madness pays the tab

I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag

I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had

A touch too much of white powder

 

And she's a habit I can't handle

For a reason I can't say

I'm in love with a wild white lady

She's as sweet as the stories say

White powder white lady

You're one and the same

Come on down to my house won't you

And hit this boy again

 

Shock waves to a tired brain

Sends that hungry lady to my door again

She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain

Entertaining white powder

 

I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied

Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride

I might just escape while the others might die

Ridin’ on a high of white powder