DIDN'T HE SHINE. (Bob McDill - Allen Reynolds). '71 Hall-Clement Publications. . To a world of fear and darkness came a light as bright as day. With a song of love and words of kindness he came to show the way.
Tell me did you miss me while I was gone did you wanna kiss me when you were alone. Did you sit and stare at the telephone did you miss me while I was gone.
You're the sweetest daydream that I've ever known. I keep you on my mind the whole day thought. If I can't hold you in my arms I'll hold you in my heart.
Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man. So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand. Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E.
The sun will always shine on you. You turn my ocean deepest blue. I'll never hide my thoughts from you. You're my deepest blue. . If mother nature ever chose a name.
by Andy West and Walter Egan. . Helplessly my heart returns, to the fire that always burns. No matter how I try to tear myself away. I'm drawn to the flame.
Would you follow me into the dark. Are you a leader, cut from the spark that your mother made. Are you ashamed. Held in the same Hollywood frame as a memory.
I remember when you lost your head. Sometimes I wonder how you stay so sad when you're so beautiful. And I remember every word you said. How you were scared because you never been somewhere so beautiful, so beautiful.
You never let me down. You always stuck around. I know I upset you (I know why). I know I upset you (I know why). But I never meant to. 'cause in you we trust.
decisions decisions. my minds blowing into the screen. television disrupting the sound of the tears. in the kitchen where my mom first threw a knife at me.
Believe it, there's nothing else to say. . My head is screaming, slowly immersing me. smothered by darkness, claustraphobic I can't breathe. Where there was nothing, now controlling me.
I'm a member of the drunk tank. Sometimes three days a week. I'm a member of the drunk tank. There's room reserved for me. . Happy hour every hour seven days a week.
Coming up from a sub level known as the underground. Kept it real and developed our own sound. Didnt listen to know one else but ourselves. Next thing you know weve got records on the shelf.
Say you're at a party and everyone's having fun. All your friends are skanking. All except for one. There's no need to ask him why he's in denial. Just wait.
Here they come one by one. No need to run and hide. Everone of them has. rudeness as their best friend. Using madness and fun as an alibi. And when. they leave all the girls start to cry. DIRTY RATS......DIRTY RATS..... See.
That was just for you now who's telling who?. What ever step you take do you feel yourself falling?. Grasping for that handrail that's leading you nowhere.
She dont like the Toasters or the Skeletones. She'd rather pound some beers. And listen to the Ramones. . Hemet backyard parties or hanging out at Johnnie's.
Welcome to the Drinker's Hour,. two thirty-five a.m.. Welcome to the cold dark time,. when I admit to what I am. I'm scared to death and all alone,. Lord, please give me the power.
Tossing and turning all night long. Searching for a place to call my own. Hoping this feeling might come along. On this journey so far from home. Cause I'm leaving tomorrow.