Lights out tonight. Trouble in the heartland. Got a head-on collision. Smashin' in my guts man. I'm caught in a crossfire. That I don't understand. But there's one thing I know for sure.
Life In The Psychotropics. Bruce Hornsby. Life in the psychotropics, colorful and bright. Hypnotics have the bonus of a light show every night. Aderall picks me up and my Ambien brings me down.
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm. That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done. While the firelight's aglow, strange shadows in the flames will grow.
I'm leaning on a rail. Letting my eyes roam over the plain. I'm laughing on my break. Feeling like a captive on a long chain. Watch the people pick up sticks.
I met a fan dancer down in southside Birmingham. She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand. She said he's trying to save me. But I'm doing alright, the best that Ican.
I met a fan dancer down Southside Birmingham. She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand. She said he's tryin' to save me but I'm doin' alright, the best that I can.
Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today. . Imagine there's no countries.
A strong man feels weak in the still heat of the day. Nothing is black and white, just a hazy gray. There's a long lonesome sound in the distance calling back to me.
We've lived around here most all of our lives. Did most anything we wanted to do. We will celebrate every 4th of July. Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do.
Will it really help me to learn. About Frederick The Great and when Rome burned?. Wish they'd skip over me when it's my turn. . All this useless information.
There was a young man named Arthur Gordon. Heir to a large family fortune. Walking 'round, all prissy and full of himself. Pissing money, showing his wealth.
Close your eyes and slip away. To the dream of your fancy. Close your eyes and float downstream. To where the marsh grass dances. . Take you down where the air is thick.
You're saying I've got, got a lot, a lot of nerve. To say that we could, we could be friends. You're thinking I'm just another one telling lies. You don't want to be fooled, fooled again.
There's gonna be some changes made. Gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna, gonna be some. Gonna be some changes made. . Man was a knife expert kinda of a Jim Booey type.
Jenny drove out to Vegas for the first time. Picked up a guy hitching on the highway side. Rode into town together looking for a sign. Thought they saw something in the keno lights.
I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade. In my ever-present chair. People laughing and smiles all around me. Balloons and paper in my hair. . There's a man in a car with the top down.
They're looking for some hired guns on the Texas border. To shoot 'em all down if they try to cross over the water. And they've got their old white hoods and the same old orders.
When the night lies so still. Oh before I go to sleep. I come by, I come by. Oh just to look at you. In the dim light I say. That in my own small way.
Way out here, working on the docks. Everyone sees the long day through. Well what would I do without the nights?. And the phone and the chance just to talk to you.
Isn't this old night so nice. I hope you can feel what I feel tonight. Little boy's not getting it right. Trying so hard with all his might. . Clouds in the sky keeping the sun away.