Words and music by R. Littlefield and G. Cushing- Murray. . Sonny's out strolling...ambling slowly...awash in amber streetlight. A Mexican wind blows in, breaking the hold Angelenos have on their halos.
Words and music by Willie Dixon. . The gypsy woman told my mama. On the day I was born. Oh, you got a boy child comin'. Oh Lord, he's gonna be a sun of a gun.
And if it's bad. Don't let it get you down, you can take it. And if it hurts. Don't let them see you cry, you can make it. . Hold your head up, oh, hold your head up, oh.
If I should go astray and say "I lost my way". Nobody would know me. But if I don't believe I can and still say "Hear my plan". Somebody would follow just because it's free.
You'd like to show me all around. Thank you girl but I know this town. It's all right, hey lawdy mama, it's all right. Don't you know they're all the same.
Well, you know it's sold out she couldn't get a ticket. Hard rocking' with rollin' on her mind. Scalpers lurking in the shadows. Double the price and have this ticket of mine.
Happy Birthday, sweet, sweet baby,. I hope you read your book, your story book,. And next mornin', you're one day older,. One more day for you to look..
have i turned my back on minneapolis?. ok, alright. maybe i should move to los angeles. ok, alright. we'll come back here if you want to. say the word, maybe it's ok with you.
Stephen:I have to redo the vocals for Medieval Bush.. Friends: Why?. Stephen: Cause I said 1570's muff instead of 1470's muff and the medieval period ended at the beginning of the 16th century..
Love hurts. Loves a cruel master. Loves a killer. Loves a rotten bastard. . Hey love, Im done with you. Love will break your heart. I hate loving hating love.
She's part girl, she's part boy. She's got parts everyone can enjoy. She's got more, she's got less. She's got her manhood tucked in her dress. . Is she a mister or is she a miss?.
Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet on this night. Ghosts and goblins and witches roaming the streets in moonlight. Bowls of candy and goodies, delicious and waiting in store.
I want to write you a poem. That stands the test of all time. A couplet, a quatrain, a ballad, a note. With meter and rythym and rhyme. . I want it to speak of your virtue.
All my days. I live with my disgrace. I'm afraid to show my face. Or at least take off my underwear. . See I was born. Like a half way neutered pet. I don't have a matching set.
There's a hair on the soap. and it's short and it's curly. . There's a hair on the soap. and I don't think it's mine.
I know now names in this town. They tend not to go unknown. They fuel the fire. That brings us together. On this patio. I watch him warm his hands. Yet I doubt he understands what it means to feel.
It's the end of the year, and she's acting weird.. I think she's holding something back.. You're taking a trip, going far from here.. So sneak me into the suitcase that your gonna pack..
I can see your point about breaking up,. I can see your point that you've had enough of me;. I agree, and obviously you should leave me. . I'm sure you'll tell me in a really nice way,.
I don't know if you belong to someone else. But I want you, Baby. No, I'm not crazy. Said I need you, Baby. It could all be so nice... . Girl, you know I don't fuck with no one else.