Last night. I took a walk into the back of my mind. Through the trash and the warning signs. There was a party full of jokes and clich's. . I couldn't think of anything to say.
I remember everything you said to me. Your moody stance, my nervousness, your confidence. I remember magnetism in your eyes. You told me then without a sound, you wanted me.
I knew the weather was supposed to turn gray. But I didn't know it'd never go away. Until I answered when my telephone rang. Bad days coming my way. 'cause I heard my baby saying.
When the summer clouds roll around the sky. And a strand of stars sparkle in the night. Let me take your worry from you. Let me make a world around you.
She arrives like a Limo. Smooth and moving. On the prowl through the crowd. To the beat of the city. She glows in the dark. Wherever she parks. Concrete crumbles.
I'm not a free lunch box car parked in the seat. Dead-end streetcar of desire caught by the tail piece. I'm a jiffy pop tarts are bad for your teen-aged beef.
What a brave new world we live in. What amazing changes we're seeing. When science and man go hand in hand. What a brave new world we live in. . Sometimes I think of the advantages we have.
What's a blue man gonna do. When he collects the whole set of the blues. He can't move,. He can't shake his slump. A blue man says bumpity bump. . Hey, bumpity bump.
Yes, he was a fish head. His frontal lobe a retread. He rode a little motor scooter. They said he was a neuter. Tried to be a masher. He was a failure as a flasher.
I wonder wonder wonder. Wonder what went wrong. We used to used to used to. Used to feel so strong. Now we seem to come apart at the seam. Now we speak impolitely.
You're a monster, baby. You're a super killer. I want to be wiff you, I love ya. You're a super monster killer. Show me your rhino thang.
Come singing, saying praise. Her beauty lives. Come singing, saying praise. Her beauty lives. . Come singing, saying praise. Her beauty lives. She is not dead.
She's demure Friendly Loving and good-looking. Good-looking and wealthy. She is tall, pretty, thin blonde. A loving person, great personality, fun to be with.
I recall as a boy we would hop the freights. Wasn't nothin' but a kick back then. There was no better thrill for my anxious heart. Than a long flatcar.
Well, maybe you're thinkin' I'm outasight. 'Cause I know you saw me kickin' at the gig last night. Maybe, baby, that's why they call. Twang bar king. .
Burn the skeleton of God's child. Let the rest of him disappear in open air as smoke from the stake. His soul turn to nothing and his spell that blessed the earth dies with him.
Oh... oh... oh... oh oh... How can we have peace in the middle east, when there's none at home?. How can we have understanding in the land, when there's none in the women nooo... and there's none in the man?.
Eternally sounds the mighty waves. A Triton's hymn round a rock strewn grave. The passing sigh for the bones that moulder. Over the Nordic Black Sea, where the winds blew colder.
It started long ago, you have to understand. We thought we'd make a life, we thought we had a plan. We built it like a house and filled it up with kids.
Underneath a burning sky. The tenants of the fire. Sit in silence as they ponder. Survival in the wild. . With our love to keep us up. There is nothing in the world.