Up in the morning at the break of day. . You'll hear a big bearded cowboy at the chuck wagon say. "Gather 'round boys, the coffee's hot on the fire. .
The battle is over. Here we all lie. In a dry sea of Solo cups. With the sun in our eyes. But it's one of those endings. Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more.
Where am I today, I wish that I knew. 'Cause looking around there's no sign of you. I don't remember one jump or one leap. Just quiet steps away from your lead.
Don't stop,. Won't stop. Gon' get it girl.. Everyone in this galaxy. Just wants to see you twirl.. One step, two step, now walk it out.. Don't be shy baby,.
shivering in the cold. shimmering in the calm. the still calm. Father. someday has come and gone away. far away. beyond. beyond the space between us. lead the way.
instrumental. . written, performed and recorded by:. Matthew Ervin (The New York Room).
listen, hear me. close your eyes. close your arms around me. take my hand. take everything. I am dying in your arms. dont you know that I am here?. like so many times before.
raised hedges in the wilting grass. stalks of broken straw. barren fields and broken glass. barbed wire fence. as day breaks, a white light. shines through the fog.
(Hu-hu-higher). (Hu-hu-higher). (Uh-hu-higher). (Hu-hu-higher). . Uh-huh-higher. Uh-huh-higher. Uh-huh-higher. Uh-huh-higher. Uh-huh-higher. Uh-huh-higher.
Whoo, alright. Yo, whoo. Alright, boys, here we go now, ah. . Why should gay boys get all the good seats?. (Runnin' around, runnin' around). Little girl, God gave ya two good feets for.
A-one, a-two. A-one, two, three, four. Let's go. . Go to the block, it's Friday night. I'm wanna dig my baby, I'm so excited. The way she move is outta sight.
Seen her rockin' the Rainbow Store. That pretty little doll that I'd seen before. Stayed too long with the borderline. My emotional landscape was strip-mined.
{crowd noise}. Ahh yeah. Oww!. Hit me band!. Oww! (Hey, hey). Hit me band! (Yep). . From out of nowhere so they came. Smellin' like a dozen cans of wet Magic Shave (What's that funky smell?).
La la la (rich kids),. La la la.. Yo, turn that shit up.. I coulda went to college like rich kids do,. Buy some weed with the money that your mom sent you,.
Sometimes I sit and ponder, of all the fucked up things in my life,. Can't make them go away, and not be afraid.. . I'll have you know I work a 9 to 5,.
A-get out of my way. Ain't no motherfucker gonna steal my thunder. No, no way. I'm all pissed off I'm gonna take you on, no. . Come on, come on, come on, come on right now.