CHORUS. . Aah Aah Aah. Im doing ma thing. Why yall trynna pull me down. I aint never gon stop. I tell em haters. Im the best-Im the shit-Im for real. Aah-Aah-Aah.
(Ladies and Gentlemen, we got quite the show for you. Strange, Bizarre, sights and sounds). . Flood in the banquet, bask them in fleas. The cowards consuming, drink by decree.
I lost sight by coveting, NIGHT CRAWLERS!. . Silence your voice. it serves to conquer impassive hearts which suck life. out of of their humble distorter.
Well, love, you came to my rescue, I knew the moment I met you. Lonely, and I was cryin', hurtin', I felt like dyin'. . Ooh, you're the love, you're the love in my heart and soul.
She calls my name from the endless depths of the sea. constantly prying every wretched thought inside of me. three sheets to the wind, I see no horizon.
He gets up every morning. And he lights upon the floor. He migrates to the washroom. And he opens up the door. . The whiskers on his chin tells him. He's in, and then.
We all live in the Year of Sunday. So many things are in store for us. Oh, what a gift to be born in. Sunday's beautiful light way down here in the dusk.
A weak self-proclaimed introspective. just spit in the face of the common collective. men who would die (unselected!). you've covered your tracks. the oil in the gears of your old beast.
They've been prying gold from our teeth. burned their witches, only to fight the calculated mean. Hold it up! make it a scene!. Glorified by capital greed!.
(music by James Seals and Dash Crofts, 1973). Instrumental from the album DIAMOND GIRL (1973)..
Windflowers, my father told me not to go near them. He feared them always, said they carried him away. . Windflowers, I couldn't wait to touch them. To smell them, I held them closely, now I cannot break away.
I want to see everybody singing, everybody laughing. Everybody happy, everybody down home. When I meet them, when I meet them. Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah. .
Life, so they say. Is but a game and they'd let it slip away. Love, like the autumn sun. Should be dyin' but it's only just begun. . Like the twilight in the road up ahead.
Oh my Wayland, there's deer in the forests. And rivers are flowing just for you. Oh my father, look down through the mountains and valleys. The grain's in the silo, all for you.
(lyrics by Lana Bogan; music by James Seals, 1974). From the album UNBORN CHILD (1974).. . Oh little baby, you'll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye..
Oh, this ugly city, I can't even seem to see the stars up above. Oh, this lonely city, where can I go but to the arms of the one I love. . She knows me, we've got so many things, I should be so thankful.
I saw you today, I've got to say you're looking better. The way you hold yourself up now, I can tell you're a go-getter. So go out and find yourself someone while you can now.
Truth is but a woman with flaxen hair. While blown by the wind cannot begin. Lest the ravens utter in despair. For they cannot caress her flower. Nor in the hour find hands of care.
Today went so softly. Just faded away. Like the rain in the springtime. On that day, I met you, I met you, when I met you. . Today went so quietly. I turned and it was gone.
Im livin' under palm trees now. its my rhythm and sound. and by the way I gotta say that I be feelin' it now. . Come all this way with my rhyme. complicated by time.