Sweet Jesus, wash over me. Would You come and sweep me off of my feet, please. It's been two long weeks since You've heard me speak. And I was hoping that You might like to meet me.
Wistful for disco. We get a little misty. Remembering Menu do. And all those old pros. The bay city rollers. And Pinky Tuscadero. . It must be our breeding.
All he needed was PR. A million box of business cards. Careful image consultation. Securing reputation. . A clever market plan. He didn't understand. That's all it really takes.
I don't propose that we preserve. All the world inside a fragile ball of glass. 'Cause I'm the first to throw the curve. Bringin' all that perfect ball down in a crash.
I don't propose that we preserve. All the world inside a fragile ball of glass. 'Cause I'm the first to throw the curve. Bringin' all that perfect ball down in a crash.
Locked inside of this oppressive life. You've surrendered your mind to its conformity. You lost all you once had to its fucking lies. Bringing those you loved down with you.
They call it Stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad.. They call it Stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad.. Lord, and Wednesday's worse. And Thursday's all so bad..
Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive Papa McTell from your door. . My mother died and left me reckless.
(Gregg Allman, Berry Oakley). I recall once upon a time. Livin' was so easy and I felt so fine. But, my, my, my. Right before my very eyes. Satan came with fire to burn me.
Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you.. Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you.. I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues..
There's something buried deep between these lines that you will never see. It's something that they don't want us to figure out. Were suffocating under all the lies and picture perfect smiles.
late night. long day. somehow it's never quite enough. and maybe. i'm lazy. it's been so long sometimes i feel like giving up. . so now i'm staying up all night.
Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all. Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all.
Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all. Somewhere down in Fullerton. there's a place we used to go. to get away from it all.
Ive been sitting here for hours. a burning image of you in my mind. finding comfort in the words you say. but its not the same. . I know you're worth the wait.
They call it stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad. They call it stormy Monday. But Tuesday's just as bad. Lord, and Wednesday's worse. And Thursday's all so bad.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low. You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door. . I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues,.
far in the night, in the depths of your mind.. you dream of me and what might yet be.. where nameless things crawl with echoing screams,. from them, to me you flee my child..
the car wasn't locked, it was tempeting fate.. my friends and me, we'd stopped out late.. nothing to do, nowhere to go,. put the car into gear, hit the open road..