Up in Westminster, the bell fell down. Took three hundred years to touch the ground. Fall leaves drifted by and turned brown. Foreign plane was downed.
by John Williamson. . Koala Koala - we love you. But we chop down your home. And you run. Koala, Koala - where do you go. When we take your gum tree away.
The messenger came with bad news from the front. Said, "The soldiers are starving and their swords are all blunt. They need a show of support or some futile sign.
All I ever wanted was to get away. And spend some time alone, yeah. To a big house in the country. To a private yacht with wall street on the phone. And a million dollar paradise.
One, two, three, five. The night is only half alive. The curtains blow the frightened tress. They line the moonlit windy beach. . Four, five, six, seven.
Trailers for sale or rent. Rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets. I ain't got no cigarettes. But two hours of pushin broom. Buys an 8-by-12 four-bit room.
Nighttime is quiet and smooth.. It wraps itself around us,. Keeps us in tune.. We don't have to think,. We only have to do.. The ghosts of the past. Keep screaming from their cages..
Well I work six days out of seven. Waitin' all week for Saturday night. Goin' out to Neon Heaven. Punch the clock on party time. Jammin' this old pickup across the county line.
Kathleen : to pan and terry. . Blown like a leaf on a warm summer breeze. A vision approached me as cool as you please. With her strawberry hair and a wink in her eye.
Oh, babe I wonder, just how we ever got so far apart. And it seems like just the other day we were happy. Holdin' hands in the dark. Here I'm standin' out in the rain.
Keep on chooglin'. Keep on chooglin'. Keep on chooglin'. Chooglin', chooglin'. Chooglin', chooglin'. . Maybe you don't understand it. But if you're a natural man.
Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen. . My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin' flame. And kill for the right price I got a buckin' name. My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim.
). . [Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles]. Hahahaha.... Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen. . My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame. And kill for the right price I got a buckin name.
I should've been out, I'm de-de-deadly. (Yo). When I pu-pu-pull the pin out, keep frontin'. I'm a try, try, try ya shit out. (Right now). I knocked a lot, lot, lot, lot of men out.
I got a little change in my pocket goin' jingling. Wanna call ya on the telephone baby, give you a ring. But each time we talk, I get the same old thing.
Yeah like an ugly James Dean, I was waiting for you. But I was never what you were looking for. Yeah I remember all the days I tasted you on my lip. I was in a haze, I was in a haze.
Verse 1. A girl's only conversation. What I'm about to expose. I'll tell ya all the details. If you wanna know. Oh Lord he drives me crazy. When he touches me slow.
She's dressed up like a swedish queen. With her hair piled on her head. She's got the boots jacked up, dressed on the right. The woman is heading ? ? ? ? ? ? type.
i wont give up on my dreams. i wont just jump on the train. i'm gonna drive it home. . i will open up the doors. take a chance and never walk away. we're finally past the start of what we've known to call our home.