Rain on my head and it's mostly all from you. Rain on my head and it's mostly all from you. Layin' in bed and it's mostly all from you. Rain on my head and it's mostly all from you.
It's only that I'm waiting. Waiting. And I can't see the end. Or where it all begins. Only that this waiting. Has me here again. Waiting. Oh and I can't see the end.
I got life and death stains on my pants. It's coming and going out of my clothes. This here my soul, I'm dead. I never knew what living was. For God's sake I'm alive.
Then I came to see the man at the center of the town. Said hey there Mister Leader, you're looking at a clown. I don't engage in nothin' except hangin' around.
First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed. Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed. To reach into the basket, and take a bunch of dimes.
First I came to see the doctor, told him I was unemployed. Asked me what I did for money, told him I was overjoyed. To reach into the basket, take a bunch of dimes.
I take three baths a day. Wash out all my mind. Each time I get so gay. It takes me out of my mind. To get a clean mind. To wash out my mind. For a fresh new time.
If you want a friend in South Carolina look up Charleston (?). Wish I never have to leave Charleston. May 3rd. We go back very much the same as how we came.
(Hans York / Evo Bluestein). . Awoke this morning feeling fine. Sun will fall or rain will shine. Autumn winds steal thoughts of mine. . A soaring hawk is circling high.
Mary had a little hatchet. In a box hidden under her bed. She held it close to her chest and she thought. "This would look great in the back of his head.".
I see all these people. that are looking for pleasure. while the other folks try to survive. money and the profit. became the only measure. just to grab some more they will fight.
Ag feis n dil nl bean le fil. Chomh sciamhach le mo Mhire. T aice cneas bog bn a 's deas. Do chuirfeadh lil' faoi nire;. 'san domhan seo, nl aon chro chomh dl.
Mhrag Bheag a' chl dualaich. gu d dh'fhg an gruaim air t'aire.. . 'g iomain a chruaidh-laoidh gu buaile. 's nach fhaic mi mo luaidh a dh 'fhearaibh.. .
Or Mhire Bhruinneal blth na Finne. 'Ndaidh m do lean aint anair anall. O ba bhinne liom do bhal n no cuacha Seinm. 'S t dfhg mise i ndeallara 'bhis. .
Youre sexy as a panther. Charm a mile wide. Brighter than the moon on a clear mountain night. Wild as a dragon, crazy as a loon. I knew when you walked in the room.
My people were here long before the others cast their sails to the wind. Before the tears of innocence like a hard rain would desend. My people spread like eagle wings across the mountains and the plains.
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.. The gypsy flies from coast to coast. . Knowing many, loving none,. Bearing sorrow havin' fun,. But back home he'll always run.