You're smiling at me. From your picture frame. And I miss you. My life keeps on changing. But you stay the same. I miss you. So many moments. That we should have shared.
Why do I sit and cry. Without a reason. I don't know why. It's my soul. It's my soul. . It's my soul people. It's my soul. . If I should jump up and hollar.
My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet one. You're my only true sweet one. With my all, I'll call you my sweet one. From far away, I'll say your name. .
My friend, my friend he's got a knife. A statement from his former life. When he was easy but alone. Beside him was an empty throne. . But what of silver silken blade.
My mind's got a mind of its own. It takes me out a walkin' when I'd rather stay at home. Takes me out to parties when I'd rather be alone. My mind's got a mind of its own.
The old man knows very well. Going down round the snowbank, there's a mound. A mound that an old man knows good. Look who raises his shoe all over this mound.
Several times, unconsciously. I've stumbled upon the path. And seen a mountain in the mist. . And rain falls on my shoulders. Sun rises in the east. I'm worn and bruised.
Several times unconsciously, I've stumbled on the path. And seen a mountain in the mist. As rain falls on my shoulders, sun rises in the east. A morning bruise, but I am here at least.
Zither, Rachel, Cardamom, Frost - But at what cost?. Threshold, Skin, Fortress, Win - A life of sin. Pliers, Tension, Toy Store, Grace - The human race.
Oh tequila, I turn to you like a long lost friend. I want to kiss my Mexican cousin once again. We'll cover every emotion from happiness to sorrow. And the conversations I forget you'll tell me about tomorrow.
Reba sink a boulder in the water. Reba tie a cable to a tree. Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper. Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune.
I've alternated my meager flock. To the shores of the Baltic Sea. The teeth of time have stowed the rhyme. Of how things should be. . My cave, my house, my turning wheel.
I am a prince I have it all. I hear your footsteps through the wall. I wait in silence for your call. Then take a shot and watch you fall. . I am a ghost but I cannot fly.
Well once upon a time in 1776 Thomas Jefferson signed his name on a piece of marijuana, and this document was a symbol of freedom and of liberty, at least for the rich, white, gentry. And time marched along, this plant that I referred to has been used for everything from medicine to the American flag. And now it seems to me that somewhere along the way things got messed up, yeah, messed up, for marijuana..
The overhead view is of me in a maze. And you see what I'm hunting a few steps away. And I take a wrong turn and I'm on the wrong path. And the people all watching enjoy a good laugh.
Written by dizzy gillespie and gil fuller. . Crab in my shoemouth. Crab in my shoemouth. Crab in my shoemouth. Crab in my, crab in my, crab in my shoemouth.