When the smoke had settled. From the angry fires. That burned away part of my life. Then I thought I was standing. On the edge of time. But through the haze.
"isn't this a dull affair. Enough to make me lose my hair. Tax returns and future earnings,". I thought to myself,. "still the gods haven't lost their flair.
I need to feel your heartbeat. So close, it feels like mine. All mine. . I remember the feeling. My hands in your hair. I remember the feeling. Of the rhythm we made.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call, 'The Rising Sun'. And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know, I'm one. . My mother was a tailor.
Bombers in the sky. No one's asking why. We have to duck and cover. When the bullets start to fly. . When the bullets start to fly. We have to duck and hide.
And so goodbye. Sweet words do ring. Another day. Our hopes will bring. . To jaded hearts. And Sundays blue. When love arrives. It changes you. . Sometimes it's tangible.
Candles dance. Her softened cue. She returns. Then goes away. Brings you her magic. And brings you her key. Leaves you to wonder. Her mystery. Yet she contends.
Standing outside. Looking inside. Through the wall. I stumbled sagely. I predicted my own fall. She pretends. That she can't hear me. When I call. I'm feeling low and....
The girl that I love doesn't love me too. I'm singing, oh, I'm hurt. Drown my sorrows in a bar. . A man came from the dark and hit me, oh, I'm hurt. Everything's wrong, everything's bad.
A boy loved a girl but the girl said no. She ran away with a handsome gigolo. He loved her but they were through. So he fed himself to the lions at the zoo.
Father: Well Ryan, tomorrow's a big day. Your mom's coming home from the hospital with your new baby sister.. Ryan : baby sister. Father: That's right, baby sister..
Time to take out those menorahs!. Put on your yamaca. It's time for Hanukkah. So much fun-uka. To celebrate Hanukkah. Hanukkah is, the festival of lights.
Put on your yamaca. It's time for Hanukkah. So much fun-uka. To celebrate Hanukkah. Hanukka is, the festival of lights. Instead of one day of presents.
Father owned the dating bar so mother ran the store. We all lived there together with the army at the door. No one to do my laundry or to tell me that they're sure.
Hard to be a girl, so nice to be a boy. In my room at night, not a pretty site. . Here's an empty kiss marching. To the rhythm of the pay roll. I can be a good boy too.
O lucky, lucky me. I can live here in luxury. Can't answer your simplicity. You've got to stop your grumbling. . And all that human bondage den. And try to make a man of me.
When you get a number one. The only way is down. And if you have a sticky patch. They start looking, start looking around. . When you get a number one.
Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?. Hello, I love you. Let me jump in your game. . Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?. Hello, I love you.
Happy as a punk in boys town. No more talk about doing. Going 'round the twist with heartbreak. . You're in need of protection. Not from me but from yourself.
Give me a hope. To be alone. . I want arms around. I want arms around. It'll be all right. You can be sure. Don't crease that perfect curvature. Soul pirate, drifting in a sea of bliss (oh).