Hoodoo voodoo, seven twenty one two. Haystacka hostacka, ABC. High poker, low joker, ninety-nine-a-zero. Sidewalk, streetcar, dance a goofy dance. . Blackbirdy, bluejay, one, two, three, four.
Eisler on the go, Eisler on the move. Brother is on the vinegar truck. And I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what I'll do. I don't know what I'll do.
There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field.
When he drops you off, I will not say. Who was that who so quickly drove away. The things you've done and the places you've been. When I open the door for you.
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now, but I won't be for long. People ask me when will I grow up to understand. Why the girls I knew at school are already pushing prams.
[Written by Billy Bragg]. one of them's off their food and the other one's off his head and their both spinning off down the boozer. to drink a toast to the one that he hates most and he says there are no winners only losers. well if there are no winners that what is this he sees as he watches her complete lack of honor? as he sits in the stands with his head in his hands and he thinks of all the things he'd like to bring down upon her. but revenge will bring cold company in this darkest hour as the jukebox says its all over now. and he stands and he screams what have i done? i've fallen in love with a little time bomb, i've fallen in love with a little time bomb. in public he's such a man he's punching at walls, with his bare and bloody hands. he's screaming and shouting, acting crazy but at home he sits alone and he cries just like a baby. and he holds her letters but he can't read them as he fights this loneliness that you call freedom. and you said this would happen and you were not wrong. i've fallen in love with a little time bomb..
Thinking back now. I suppose you were just stating your views. What was it all for?. For the weather or the battle of Agincourt. . And the times that we all hoped would last.
There's a girl sleeping in my bed. And I'm singing unwritten songs in my head. She provided bittersweet company. I confided how much you mean to me. And this time.
Some day boy you'll reap what you've down. You'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own. And you will see that what's wrong with me. Is wrong with everyone that.
I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside. I'm going higher than I've ever been before. That's where you'll find me, over the horizon. Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore.
He's already been inside me. And he really didn't say. And I really didn't ask him. I just hoped and prayed. He's already been inside me. And I really don't feel well.
When I was young I told my mum. I'm going to walk on the Moon someday. Armstrong and Aldrin spoke to me. From Houston and Cape Kennedy. And I watched the Eagle landing.
Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was Mary. Between the deep blue sea and the devil that was me. If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with.
My friend said she could see no way ahead. And I was probably better off without you. She said to face up to the fact that you weren't coming back. And she could make me happy like you used to.
What will with do when the war is over, tender comrade. When we lay down our weary guns. When we return home to our wives and families. And look into the eyes of our sons.
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers. Leave the light on at the top of the stairs. Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky. A tree taps on the window pane.
Sugardaddy took me to wonderland. Gave me so many presents I could not stand. To see you. I really couldn't stand to see you. Sugardaddy took me far away.
I've had relations with girls from many nations. I've made passes at women of all classes. And just because you're gay I won't turn you away. If you stick around I'm sure that we can find some common ground.
I stood before the judge that day. As he refused me bail. And I knew that I would spend my time. Awaiting trial in jail. I said there is no justice. As they led me out the door.
It's just a northern industrial town. The front doors of the houses open into the streets. There's no room for front gardens, just a two-up, two-down.