Give Me Something Real. . I'm not willing to live. Blinded by another lover. who leads me on. 'Cause they know just how to give. Just enough to get what they want.
Gulf coast highway, he worked the rails. He worked the rice fields with their cold dark wells. He worked the oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. The only thing we've ever owned is this old house here by the road.
Grapefruit moon, one star shining. Shining down on me. I heard that tune and now I'm pining. Honey, can't you see?. . Every time I hear that melody. Something breaks inside.
Flippin' bottle caps through the ring around the moon. All alone on a Saturday night with the stars in bloom. I am a vision of my mother's dream come true.
My mother came to America. Sailed through the harbor of hopes and of dreams. Back in the Thirties with the streets paved in gold. And the sky laced with moonbeams.
Oh the city snow makes your brown eyes shine. We've gotta look real hard to find a reason to cry. New York, New York is a friend of the traveling kind.
There's a lighthouse in the harbor. Giving guidance with its light. But I had no one to return to. As I wandered through the night. . From the first time that I saw you.
(Buddy Mondlock). . Flipped into the wind. Like the ashes of her cigarette. He got scattered thrown on the breeze. As he tried to forget. He lost all his heat.
Down at the station the tracks are cold. The wheels of thunder, they roll no more. And the heart of America cries for the souls. Who won't be rollin' home.
Psalm 23, The Lord Our Shepherd:. The Lord is my shepherd, I have everything I need, He lets me wrest in fields of. Green grass and leeds my to quite pools of fresh water He gives me new strenght.
I couldn't figure out how I was ever going to breathe again.. For the last hundred minutes or so. I took a peek at the signs that we've saved face with ourselves..
Gather round, my children, and I'll tell you a tale of old. "Trees" they were called, and they occupied the planet from pole to pole. I heard one could climb them, and swing from their limbs.
To travel life's highways the young and the old. Which path to turn on at the forks in the road. There's anger and heartache, depression and pain. Things that we do to keep from going insane.
Let me tell you 'bout a tale, my friends, the tale of an irie trip. That started from this rasta port aboard this jammin' ship, I say. Aboard this jammin' ship.
Hey, Mr Politician, what's going on in your mind. The people are crying out for help and you're just wasting our time. Oh -- a mouthful of rhetoric. All that lip just makes us sick.
On the way to JFK. Before I get on the plane. 12 hours with David Julian Levi. Woke up to water slides. Woke up to giant pools. Woke up to nachos in the morning.
Come on, let's go everybody. Come on. Da, da. Adha. . Got no mojo, got no mojo this is it come on come on, Lets go,. bring it on.. . [Chorus1]. . Got no mojo.
Come on, let's go everybody. Come on. Da, da. Adha. . Got no mojo, got no mojo this is it come on come on, Lets go,. bring it on.. . [Chorus1]. . Got no mojo.
Help to blind me, trying to burn me. Your hole, not mine. I just need to keep you all out. I want to think but I don't have time. . Away from home, learn to hate.