In my little thatched hut. . In my little thatched hut. Where blue-green grass grows by the brook. I lounge and i look. (i lounge and i look, i lounge and i look).
Every year at this time. I'd look over at some friend of mine. I'd realize and say Hey, have you seen the skies. They've been clear for days. I think we have survived.
Every day we get a little bit closer. And every year we look back to see how far we've come. Well now your baby boy has got a story to tell. So sit back mom and dad and listen well.
I'm Leaving. . ( Sunday Nights - The Songs of Junior Kimbrough ). . Well, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving. I'm leaving you babe. I'm going. . Well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry right now.
I'm in no mood. . I'm in no mood to comb my hair. There's a chill in the air. And it's catching. Catching. . I'm in no mood to comb my hair. There's a chill in the air.
And we've got. Soviets and Americans - Brothers and. Sisters. Iraqis and Iranians - Parents and Children. Mexicans and Americans - Brother, are you an alien?.
All the money in the world ain't never gonna make you happy. All the money in the world ain't never gonna set you free. All the wealth you can steal and hide away ain't never gonna bring you no kind of security.
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?. Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?. We could float among the stars together, you and I. For we can fly we can fly up, up and away.
I slit my wrists with my swingline. Copied myself 500 times. I pierced my ears with a 3-hole punch. Ate 12 dozen donuts for lunch. But next week I'm a walk, next week I'm a walk:.
I was a lonely kid I use to read dictionaries. Compared to things I've done since it seems quite ordinary. I can hear her outside spitting up her blood.
(Chorus). I'm going away (2x). I'll be back some old day (3x). I'm going away (2x). I'll be back some old day (3x). . Please tell me man what more can I do.
Hey and around and around he goes. Hey and around and around he goes. Hey and around and around he goes. Hey and around and around he goes. . There was a skinny man who lived on a hill.
Last day in May, the afternoon: remember?. Black marks off charcoal from the dune: remember?. I thought it wouldn't be too soon; we'd wait at least until its June..
Everyone is on the way out Everyone gets knocked down. Your time has come and gone. Everything fades away and moves on But I'll still be here. In a food pantry in Springfield, Massachusetts.
Guns Under the Counter. . "Well, good for you.. But we have something too.". So said my aunt. . A bowling alley and lunch counter. Filled with fellas on their lunch break.
One less bell to answer. One less egg to fry. One less man to pick up after. I should be happy. . But all I do is cry. (Cry, cry, no more laughter). I should be happy.
I knew a girl who had a miscarriage on the bus on her way to Highland Hospital. I knew a girl who was 17 and pregnant she shot heroin in her arm. I knew a girl was 23, she did an overdose and died and now I guess she's free.
Gale, gale blow. Gale, gale blow. My umbrella can't take it you know. Been caught in a hail storm. A blizzard, tornado's nose. But nothing, no nothing.
Forty Eight Twenty Three Twenty Second Street. . Now, as for my aunt. Who told on me. . She was always wearing her turbans. . Sailing back to Greece on the Normandy.
Sitting round the table watching each other. Feeling kinda sorry for my baby brother. There's no love in the room. No love in the room. . Mama's gone her way, daddy's gone his.