Sometimes you go to sleep in your make up. Sometimes you take off your pants when you wake up. Sometimes you walk a bridge in your girl shoes. It's okay if you're late because they will always love you.
He's just that boy from out of town. Only stops here twice a year. He says your pretty and he adores you. Reciting dialogue from classic romances (dialogue from the classics that he steals).
Cultivating sounds for all the mothers. Who come near to find out. Calling post bombs of response. With cotton in their ears. And goodbye kisses for the ones in the ground.
Were not here to crawl away. Or find blame from wasted time. Straight or high is not wasted time. Feeling true in poor Paranoiaville. . Excuses are so easy.
You make your words so nice. I'm waiting you to name a price. One will walk along. Praying as you sing your song. Way and winters upon the season. You baby to me so right, would it be out of reason?.
Post-hardcore, pre-apocalyptic. Science-fiction, drone-loving. Renaissance Man. . Oh, what is true? What is real?. No bullshit, brother. Pot-smoking, Renaissance Man.
Heart-broken and attractive. A sad, sloppy mess. Lookin' for approval. And easily impressed. . Beware they say, but why would I listen?. I need to know what I've been missin'.
He rocked his way through yesterday, lord he thought he had a chance. He played guitar and wrote some tunes, of love and romance. He did his share of travelin', like a dog without a home.
On the first day it started to rain. Children were laughing and went out to play.. But soon all the streets were rivers and streams. Creatures were trickling in from the deep..
Rainbows in Gasoline golden and green. chemical sun setting. like a hundred million chameleon clouds. we are the dinosaurs now. . wearing freudian slips like evening gowns.
Oh Ruby Jean, last night I dreamed. I was runnin' somewhere beyond the stars. I called out to you and you answered softly. You are the children's eyes, I'm the days gone by.
Everywhere I see robin. Every time I'm with you, so you see. I could never really leave her, she's everything. For she comes out in the springtime. . Bringing roses with her words.
(lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals & Dash Crofts, 1969). From the albums DOWN HOME (1970), SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974) and TODAY (2000)..
Sand, the ocean breezes blow. Red in the sun, red so long ago. Torn by the waves, blown by the wind. Gone like the tide, until we meet again, again, again.
Wish that I could wake again. Day's at end and I've lost again. But this is my favorite time of day. . Rachel comes to dry my tears away. This is our only time to play.
One, two, three, four. . As I walk along I wonder what went wrong. With our love, a love that was so strong. And as I still walk on I think of the things we've done.
Everything around me is turning into shit. And I don't know what to do. Everyone I know is having a fit. 'Cause I haven't got a clue. I don't know who I am.