It's the darkest hour, you're twenty two. The voice of youth, the hour of dread. The darkest hour and your voice is new. Love is lost, lost is love. .
War made him a soldier. Little Frankie Mear. Peace left him a loser. The little bombardier. . Lines of worry appeared with age. Unskilled hands that knew no trade.
War made him a soldier. Little Frankie Mear. Peace left him a loser. The little bombardier. Lines of worry appeared with age. Unskilled hands that knew no trade.
Little Wendy Cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain. Nothing stops the go-to girl, nothing takes the place of taking aim. Little Wendy's out there shaking hips and cuckoo eyes.
I'll give you back my farm and I'll give you back my house. I'll give you back my right to be free. I've got moon, I've got sun. Lightning, lightning, lightning.
It's a God-awful small affair. To the girl with the mousy hair. But her mummy is yelling, "No! ". And her daddy has told her to go. But her friend is nowhere to be seen.
Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues. Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio. Let's sway, while color lights up your face.
Let's dance. Put on your red shoes and dance the blues. Let's dance. To the song they're playin' on the radio. Let's sway. While colour lights up your face.
Baby baby, brush the dust of youth from off your shoulder. Because the years of fretting days is right behind you now. Don't return to fields of green where rainbow secrets were told.
Look up here, I'm in heaven. I've got scars that can't be seen. I've got drama, can't be stolen. Everybody knows me now. . Look up here, man, I'm in danger.
People stared at the makeup on his face. Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace. The boy in the bright blue jeans. Jumped up on the stage. And lady stardust sang his songs.
People stared at the makeup on his face. Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace. The boy in the bright blue jeans. Jumped up on the stage. And lady stardust sang his songs.
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you. Skin sweet with musky oil. The lady from another grinning soul. . Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard.
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on you. Skin sweet with musky oil. The lady from another grinning soul. . Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard.
Will you stay in our lovers' story?. If you stay you won't be sorry 'cause we believe in you. Soon you'll grow so take a chance. With a couple of kooks hung up on romancing.
Figertips sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls. At coconut furs that hide behind coloured shades that blind your eyes. Every child's mother holds an ice cream cone, they circle round.
Let me introduce you to the gang. Johnny plays the sitar, he's an existentialist. Once he had a name, now he plays our game. You won't feel so good now that you've joined the gang.
Julie. Oh. And I know. . Like a mirror, Sunday morning. When the dark clouds hung above. I saw you kneeling 'neath a garden. I saw the grim and stood above.
Well, Annie's pretty neat. She always eats her meat. And Joe is awful strong. Bet your life he's puttin' us on. Oh, lordy. Oh, lordy. You know I need some lovin'.
Well, Annie's pretty neat. She always eats her meat. And Joe is awful strong. Bet your life he's puttin' us on. Oh, lordy. Oh, lordy. You know I need some lovin'.