Hollow people rattle when you shake them,. precious things just shatter when you break them.. . Dreamers don't believe in explanation,. songbirds don't explain their intonation..
Mr Johnson's car gets the weekend shine. And it's so fine. Music plays on radios. And Lisa in the garden singing to the washing line. . Well, never mind.
Love come, down upon us. Till you flow like water. Burning with the hope of insight. Feathered, look they're covered. With a bright elation. Stolen in the sight of love.
I'm not yet convinced that pride will come before a fall. I have seen you standing in your Sunday best and all. Waiting for a fool to take you further than you are.
A different set of eyes for every story. A heaven not so far away from hell. A bittersweet reminder of the way things used to be. Before that love we had around us slipped and fell.
I see myself and where I'm standing in the scheme of things. I'm not afraid to say I might have lost my way one thing I pray. These roots I'm growing won't be pulled up with the first ill wind.
(McNabb). . Travelling overseas I was accosted by a student. Who asked me where I came from, she was pretty. Children don't put smack in your veins. Lennon cut his teeth here.
I've been so lonely, she can't understand the way I feel. I'm holding on, I'm walking home alone, I'm here without her. It seems that all the boys appreciate her.
Baby I can't win your favours. I can't gat you high. But I would love to taste your honey. Lick it let me try. . Wanna suck you up inside. And lubricate your wheels.
(McNabb). . You might step up here, have you no soles on your shoes. You wear that lost look girl. Your winter coat is soaked right through. I'm smokin' Luckies, tell me what they do for you.
(McNabb). . Tell me fair young maiden. Will you take me as your own. For I must face this journey with a reason to come home. There's danger 'cross the deep salt sea.
(McNabb). . Spend my time running around this town. Don't know if I'm up or down. Turning my back on another blue day. Fifteen dreamers off to see the world.
Lo, the poor Indian. Whose poor untutored mind. Clothes him in front. But leaves him bare behind. . Maybe in another year. The simple life we lead. Could become more comfortable.
(McNabb). . When day is done, wind in my sails,. With confidence, how could we fail,. Fingers can pass through fire,. And somehow not get burned,. Hang your hopes upon, all you've learned,.
Vagrant suspicious and quite out of breath. Stumbles into a town where the people wear frowns. Picks up a paper, the pages are blank. They say, "No news today, no more writers around".
Daddy, daddy, I have found the girl that I want to live with. Her eyes are as dark as November when it falls on our village. If I stand on a chair, I can see here house from my bedroom window.
Armadillo skin and the leafy green. Our minds are where we keep her. The ideals born of the western world. Were always buried deeper. . When at the end of the working day.
My friend and I were talking one evening. Beside some burning woods. Trading tales of places we came upon. When the times were good. . Spoke of a girl, he viewed like no other.
I don't know why it is you scare me. I don't know why I feel afraid. When you're around I feel uncertain. And lose sight of the plans I've made. . You've got a nerve to be demanding.
(McNabb). . Spent the night in a stranger's house. Trying to re-ignite an old flame. Came to nothin'. Not sure what I want. When I find it I'll be aware.