I work so hard, man, so don't trip me up. Shakin' a leg like the tail o' the pup. I'm payin' dues till I register heat. Sure hope I don't end up on the street.
White boy when the morning. to my lonely song and to sing to myself how'd a white boy get the blues. I got no money, all the family's gone, I got nobody, I'm all alone.
Hey Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?. Hey Joe. Where you goin' with that gun in your hand?. . Goin' down to shot my old lady. You know I caught her mess around with another man.
I heard there was a secret chord. David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do ya?. . Well, it goes like this. The fourth, the fifth.
Perhaps our song with the highest "twang factor", Hope For Always was consistently a good concert song. Maybe it was the very fast tempo, the praise-ful "cry" in the lyrics, or the western theme. Who knows. This song has always been very different from other Lu songs... and that's ok..
This song is probably most notable (to me) for being very much *below* my normal singing range. The out-of-range vocals reminds me, I suppose, of 'Untitled' off of The Cure's 1989 release Disintegration, an incredible album. It works, I suppose, and that's what matters..
Now tell me people. They don't come around here no more. The time is right. So you're gonna go down with me. . Now where you going boy?. And I don't know is this all a dream.
Pain, take all this pain. Take it away, take it away. Rope, walk on the rope. He takes your soul, he takes your soul. . That's when you know. He's got a hold, hold on.
I recall a time when I was young and those girls blew my mind. I can recollect a summer set in those northwestern pines. She appeared to me essentially how we both settled down.
Horses in my dreams. Like waves, like the sea. They pull out of here. They pull, they are free. . Rode a horse 'round the world. Along the tracks of a train.
I was blind. I was lame. I was nothing. 'Till you came. . You said, "Babe. Make you sing. Make you feel. Like some queen". . Said, "I'll take you Kathleen.
Well, God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son". Abe said, "Man, you must be putting me on". God said, "No". Abe said, "What?". . God said, "You do what you wanna, but.
( nick cave ). . Get down, get down, little henry lee. And stay all night with me. You won't find a girl in this damn world. That will compare with me.
( serge gainsbourg ). . Je n'ai besoin de personne. En harley davidson. Je ne reconnais plus personne. En harley davidson. . J'appuie sur le starter. Et voici je quitte la terre.
I can hardly wait x4. It's been so long. I've lost my taste. Say angel come. Say lick my face. Let fall your dress. I'll play the part. I'll open this mouth wide.
Oh oh my my my. My bed's up all night. Work me till I moan. Drives me out of my mind. . Why it's so hard. You're made out of cold steel. Why it's so hard.
She burst. Dropped off. Pick the fruit. Realize. I'm naked. I'm naked too. So cover my body. Dress it fine. Hide my linen and lace. Been sewing ever since.
Samson, the strength. That's in, your arms. Oh to be, your stunning. Bride. . Samson, your hair. Glistening, like sun. Oh would, that it. Were mine. .
We're tired from waiting for a chance. Standing there with nothing new. These things are tearing up your mind oh no. They choose the same mediocre ideas.
Take no prisoners she wrote. But we knew that it would. Hit the wall. And still we made the call. . And somehow we knew that we had to. But chose not to see (not to see).