Cheer up, it's not yet, doomsday. I won't be gone, too long. Let go, open your parachute. The wind guides us into the sun, the sun. . Breathe in, open your ventilin.
Oh yeah. We are following the footsteps. Of those who've gone before. And we'll all be reunited. On that new and sunlit shore. . Oh, when the saints go marching in,.
This is a toast to all the people listening. I hope it gets stuck in your head. So tap your feet and click, click, click your fingers. Let's make the rest of the world, care.
(kirsty maccoll/pete glenister). . All it took was the time it takes. To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes. I nearly had it in my hands and now it's gone.
I thought, I'd spend a week or two where we went last year. The little cottage and the lake that we held so dear. But the trees all seemed much greener, much greener than this year.
Trying to beat my misery,. Don't wanna go across the sea,. And if I could take you everywhere,. There'd be no cause for my despair,. . And I know we won't touch for months,.
(kirsty maccoll/mark e.nevin). . When I was just a child. My folks would drive me wild. They'd spy upon my every move. Until it drove me to despair. They told me what to wear.
When I was young and dreams were new,. I loved a girl who looked like you.. I saw her face in mountains stream.. I lingered there and lost myself in dreams..
Start with a bang, dead end, hang on for your life. It's too late for me, you're still alive. Where did the darkside take me?. I've taken the easy way out, all night.
It's no use knocking on my door. I won't be answering any more. So don't come round here like you did before. I'm moving out, no doubt about it. . Take the video.
Bury me beneath the willow. Beneath the weeping willow tree. When she hears that I am sleeping. Maybe then she'll think of me. . My heart is sad and I am lonely.
'Mother's ruin', she said to herself. "I'm just screwing my own mental health". But Fridays and Saturdays. She walks down those alleyways. A latter day lady of the lamp.
Paul Campbell. . Once in a year it is not thought amiss to visit our neighbors and sing out like this:. . Chorus:. We wish you a merry Christmas. (Repeat twice).
I dug you up this morning, and took you home. To have you, here, beside me, cold but close. I made my mind up last night. That heaven, just cant have you.
Tina singu le la vutae o,. Watsha watsha watsha.. *Tina*. Tina singu le la vutae o,. watsha watsha watsha.. *Tina*. Tina singu le la vutae o,. watsha watsha watsha..
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. Madam. Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today. She is sorry to be delayed. But last evening down on Lovers Lane she strayed.
Staring out across the floor. This is what we're fighting for, for you. Taste the sweat, get off your knees. It doesn't matter if I scream, you see. .
Al Schackman. . Chorus:. Walkin' on this road to my town. Walkin' on this road to home.. Travelin' through these hills and valleys. Travelin' and I'm all alone..
If you go to Acapulco. When you take your holiday. Have some fun with your carraco. Down in Mexicana way. . For sixteen dollars a day. Sitting on a Mexicana sofa.
John Stewart/Randy Cierley. . The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall. Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all. And the faces of the people in the window look so small.