Ground Control to Major Tom. Ground Control to Major Tom. Take your protein pills. And put your helmet on. . Ground Control to Major Tom. Commencing countdown, engines on.
Well, of all those seven deadly sins, I. Wore around my neck for him. Hunger, anger, lust, and greed. Envy, pride, and jealousy. . There was one, I guess, that was the worst of all.
How did I love you?. There was no measuring. Far above this dirty world. Far above everything. In your tower over it. You were clean. . So warm and insightful.
Look out she's coming at ya. Big dark eyes like Cleopatra. The eyes of a femme fatale. . Bet you get the ominous feeling. A cold blooded creature in the dark.
A woman of beauty. A woman of pain. In France or Jakarta. Her shadow's the same. You go home with Sally Ann. You go home with Sally Ann. You go home. .
Go west. Paradise is there. You'll have all that you can eat. Of milk an' honey over there. . You'll be the brightest star. The world has ever seen. Sun baked, slender heroine.
Young and strong Hollywood son. In the early morning light. This star fell down. On Sunset Boulevard. . Young and strong beautiful one. We embraced so close.
Saddle up the horses and wear your Sunday best. Sing your sacred harp, you be holier than the rest. Fill up the room with a grand and thunderous song.
In a busy street, a man sits down. Oblivious to the traffic sounds. No chaos, no frenzied shrieking crowd. Thank God their silence, walking heads, bent down.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger. Traveling through this world of woe. But theres no sickness, toil or danger. In that bright land to which I go. . Well, Im going there to meet my mother.
Do I have to put the law on you baby. For all the wicked things you do?. Am I gonna have to put the law on you baby?. That was not what I wanted to do.
One fine day, you'll look at me. And you will know our love was, meant to be. One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl. The arms I long for, will open wide.
Ophelia was a bride of God. A novice Carmelite. In sister cells the cloister bells. Tolled on her wedding night. . Ophelia was the rebel girl. A blue stocking suffragette.
Well, I lived in a town. Way down south. By the name of Owensboro. And I worked in a mill. With the rest of the â??trashâ??. As we're often called. As you know.
I had a silver penny. And an apricot tree. And I said to the sailor. On the white quay. . Sailor O sailor. Will you bring me. If I give you my penny. And my apricot tree.
It was the 3rd of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day.. I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay.. And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat..
Take a look at my body, look at my hands. There's so much here that I don't understand. Your face saving promises, whisper like prayers. And I don't need them.
Lately I've been walking all alone. Through the wind and through the rain. Been walking through the streets and finding sweet relief. In knowing that it won't be long.
Maggie and Milly and Molly and May. Went down to the beach (to play one day). And Maggie discovered a shell that sang. So sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and.