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.
Life in slow motion. Feet are in the clay. I'm goin' nowhere. Been standin' here all day. . I had a notion. There was somethin' more to do. As I watched the water.
You were an old friend. The kind I could confide in. And drink with on random neighbors' porch steps. Our glossy eyes painted portraits of the streets.
We were young kids. We made a difference. We survived those churches and hospitals. Tall tales get taller, but they'll never grow old. Yours is a flame, it never goes old.
I come in last night about half past ten,. That baby of mine wouldn't let me in. So move it on over, rock it on over,. Move over little dog, the mean old dog is movin' in.
Sun shinin' bright blue skies up above. Strollin' through the city of brotherly love. Yeah, Third and South where she hangs out. When she strolls by all the fellas call and shout for her.
Ah you babes talk about your Madison shoes. We got a thing we call the Madison blues. We do the Madison blues. We do the Madison blues. We do the Madison blues baby.
Dad, what was Nigel supposed to do with your body?. A life I'll never understand. Whose false teeth were gently pushed back into your. Mouth by your daughter's husband.
how did I end up here. curled up on this couch?. where did you learn such a bold wink. whisking me off to your bedroom?. mousey toy. this continent is lit by the holocaust.
should I treasure the rembrandt. or treasure the light. the bitter juniper is still food. pull down your pants by the shi'ites. tire my tounge over your gums.
When I was not so mm. You were that wanna so mm. Oh marbles and some gum. If with all could fine mm, mm, mm. . And when we went to school mm. I was the biggest cool mm.
Black magic women put a spell on my eye. That body moving girl you got to be mine, all mine. Well I confess I'm not impressed with all the rest tonight.
My father's body lies beneath the snow. High on a hill in Holmes County, Ohio. From there you can look out across the fields. A farmer guides his horses home as day to darkness bends.
My love is a fever. My love is a fable. My love is jazz licks. Improvised by toddlers. Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme. And firelight. . My love is a metamorphosis.
Someone's moving 'round inside of me. Someone's setting up shop where I can't see. But I'm fine. But I'm fine. In this melancholy room. . Someone opened up my mouth to speak.
Same old question. Without words. So familiar. Seldom heard. If I answer. I confess. I am only. Just a guess. And with my eyes. It's hard to see. With my ears.
we weren't polite we were bad mannered and we didn't give a crap. about anybody's feelings or the property they had. too much cash ate to much food and threw away what we had left.
[Verse 1]. You're here. With the grace of the Saviour. With the heart of the Father. You're all we need. . You're here. With the hands of the Healer. With the power of Your Spirit.
Here we are among the living. See and count your friends. Gathered in a room together. This is how it ends. Can't stand the modern act. Whose war is this, what god is that?.