Early in the mornin' 'round 3 a.m.. Lyin' with a girl named Kim. With a glass of gin, sippin' on it. 'Bout to hit the skins, now I'm all in. Telephone ring, was a girl named Jane.
I know, I'll never meet another hunk or woman like my Ann. She makes me feel like a great big man. I'm gonna go tell her mama what I think about her. Say, thank you ma'am for giving me your daughter Ann.
(w/Bobby Gentry). . Dream, dream, dream, dream. Dream, dream, dream, dream. . When I want you in my arms. When I want you and now your charms. Whenever I want you.
Thrice his arms were trespassed by nacreous nails. Thrice his voice quenched the fires of consciousness. Thrice his arms were nailed to the nightwall.
"Joys impregnate sorrows bring forth". Vertical ways of essence intertwine. the even path of bitterness. . When perception deceives illusion. I sing my gentle song for Pain.
Shadows running (Ombre). shadows bleeding (Sangue). shadows breathing (Ombre). . Like in a magic farewell. Waters over waters we breathe. And through these doors we pass.
The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us. The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us. . We grab the nails of domination. And our fist becomes the FLAME of Babylon.
Why do lovers park down deserted lanes. Near haunted houses or homes for the insane. Like the deformed son who was locked in a shed. Later escaped when he chopped off their heads.
Everything seems to be up in the air at this time. Everything seems to be up in the air at this time. One day soon, it'll all settle down. Everything seems to be up in the air at this time.
I drive alone, home from work. And I always think of her. Late at night I call her. But I never say a word. And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder.
I drive alone, home from work. And I always think of her. Late at night I call her. But I never say a word. And I can see her squeeze the phone between her chin and shoulder.
I go all to pieces at the sight of of you. I tried to look the other way when you're around. But that takes more strenght than can be found. I just get weak as memories pass through.
AN HOUR AND A SIX-PACK. (Bill Anderson). '73 Stallion Music. RECORDED BY CAL SMITH. . I just got home and found a note that you left lying on my pillow case.
HOOK. Ain't shit change but the chain and the watch. We gon' make it rain, switch lanes in the drop. One red, one blue - like we came with the cops. Yeah it's going down, but we staying at the top.
Lie awake at night. In fright. Stay away from night. Stay in the light. All I say is right. You will believe me. You will believe me. . Fight, die, try to run.
This hurts to much to say. Some things just never went our way. And if today knew. What we would have had to go through. I may have had to break away.