Now the troubadours are outside the court. With their gramophones and rifles. And an awful cloud is daring to pour. Such a wild scene a 3-D picture Bible story.
Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee. Swarm to and fro just as you please. You're always welcome with your queen. Everybody needs a little sanctuary.
This lovely day will lengthen into evening. We'll sigh goodbye to all we ever had. Alone where we have walked together. I'll remember April and be glad.
Here is the one here is the one here is the one mistake that can not be made. There is a line that is crossed over once and only once let it be said. All of the hubris clenched in our fist won't punch our way out of here.
Shoot that cannonball. Into my wings. Shoot that cannonball. Into my wings. . Into my wings. Gunpowder stings. You better tell me. Sweet things. . Unload your pretty head.
Ooh Jambalaya. Ooh Jambalaya. . It was muggy July around supper time. When I pulled into New Orleans. I got dropped off at South Rampart Street. I was hungry for a plate of greens.
So let's jump ship and sail to new and undiscovered lands. There's nothing left here for me, for you, for us, with them. So let's jump ship and leave, seeking lands lost across the sea There's nothing left here for me, for you, for us, with them.
I'm in tight with a demon called Deception. It's alright he's a treating me quite well. I'm in tight with a demon called Deception. He's right beside me when I fail.
Hey, I'm a gentleman. But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then. I'll take it on the chin. Mud is handy only when it comes to slingin' it.
Wind sure kicked up in the last hour or so. Just as re-entry was close we came tumbling down. Like a falling star over New Mexico. . They snowed the crashing at corona.
Music of a southern day and the nectar of brass. Spilling into Congo Square where the queens used to pass. There lies no greater place for one left to drift.
Whittled me down 'til I was kindling for the fire. 'cause I might've found out for myself in a while. . Round and round it goes. Soon it comes to blows.
A storm it was blowin' in. Twister was about to spin my way. Her kitchen door was swingin' wide. As if to say come on inside to stay. . Come to Mama, babe.
Well it may be hard to swallow. It may come as some surprise. I ain't askin' for apologies. I done tried them on for size. . Lay your head back on the pillow.
Lord almighty I feel my temperature rising. Higher and higher must be a hundred and nine. It's hard to breath and my chest is a heaving. But I feel good now but I feel fine yeah.
Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one. Wondering if I could point to the place. Where we first slept 'neath it's branches. Oh oh. . Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys.
There was a light blue as a welders torch. It used to shine over the fields. And all the wise men, strong men were drawn for miles. Followed a star to Bethlehem Steel.