Goodbye, I'm bound away on the morning plane. I'll fly around the world, then I'll fly around again. And when I've been from Egypt, to the snows of Nome.
It was a rainy night. We took a taxi to your mother's home. She went to Florida and left you. With your father's gun, alone. Upon her small white bed.
All the people at this party. They've got a lot of style. They've got stamps of many countries. They've got passport smiles. Some are friendly. Some are cutting.
The story hit the news. from coast to coast. they said you beat the girl. you loved the most. your charitable acts. seemed out of place. with the beauty.
Once in a while. In a big blue moon. There comes a night like this. Like some surrealist. Invented this 4th of July. Night ride home. . Hula girls. And caterpillar tractors in the sand.
When morning comes to morgantown. the merchants roll their awnings down. the milktrucks make their morning rounds. in morning, morgantown. We'll rise up early, with the sun.
Moon in the mirror, won't you stay awhile tonight?. All things of beauty are too soon out of sight. I know it's a selfish plea, you must light the hearts of more than me.
What's the story, Mr. Blue?. Did she pull the rug from under you?. Did she chop your dreams up two by two. And kick them out the door?. . I could sympathize you, son.
Midsummer rain, you and I together. I'm only dreaming again and I will forever it seems. Midsummer dawn, kisses in a doorway. I can't believe they are gone so I live our story in dreams.
I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven.
For our first time together. I wanted everything to be just right. I prayed for good weather. For we were going to a concert in the park that night. I wanted violins and sweet romantic melodies.
Born with the moon in cancer. choose her a name she will answer to. call her green and the winters cannot fade her. call her green for the children who've made her.
Papa's faith is people. mama she believes in cleaning. papa's faith is in people. mama she's always cleaning. papa brought home the sugar. mama taught me the deeper meaning.
Lesson in survival. spinning out on turns. that gets you tough. guru books-the bible. only a reminder. that you're just not good enough. you need to believe in something.
I'm always running behind the time. Just like this train. Shaking into town. With the brakes complainin'. . I used to count lovers like railroad cars.
Trinna wears her wampum beads. She fills her drawing book with lines. Sweing lace on widows weeds. And filagree on leaf and vine. Vine and leave are filagree.
He's so independent. He acts like he couldn't care less for us all. He's someone's descendent. Their child. But he'll never acknowledge their call. He's afraid to be loved.
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Where to begin to end uncertainty. Do I leave silently or boldly say farewell. How can I think of times that used to be. And find the smile I need to wish you well.
Help me. I think I'm falling. In love again. When I get that crazy feeling. I know I'm in trouble again. I'm in trouble. 'Cause you're a rambler and a gambler.