Turn me out then turn me on. Pretty flower cannot you tell me. What's become of who we are. Only asking what you'd like tonight. . We'll take America.
SPOKEN:. Look, just try it. If you don't like it, you never have to do it again.. . SUNG:. There ain't always a method to this madness. Wouldn't be a story, a glory if everybody had this.
Somethin' ugly this way comes through my fingers slidin' inside. All these blessin's, all these burns, I'm godless underneath your cover. Search for pleasure search for pain in this world, now I am undyin'.
I am just the gray one. I'm the darker side of you. And there's a place you left inside me. I hope it will amuse. . And see this sign carved in my arm.
Give me a sign. Give me a reason to hold on. Im holding on. What is a life. A series of moments all in a line. Just passing by. . And so I lay here awake.
Jamie's on the bathroom floor. She don't know why. She's shaking underneath the sink. Can't feel a thing. . She'd love to live a life. She's too afraid of failure.
Sold myself out for a pocket lies. Into the sea you threw us into the sea. Took yourself out on a holiday. Pay the way I always pay the way. Everybody wants it 9 to 5.
Patchwork curtains; paisley tweed and rose.... A blowing stained glass, song by you. A rooster crows, a rootee-too and a mew far off away,. Cats walking out to see the day..
Did you feel small today, when everyone had gone?. 'Cause I was beaten up and jaded by the news. And underneath the skin, the truth is breaking through.
He had nothing to give. So from the wall. He lived behind. He found the bricks. That were the greenest with moss. And cut them out. With a mason's bit.
Whenever you find a man. Who loves every woman he sees. There's always some kind of woman. That's putting him up a tree. . And that kind of man he ain't got.
Tired of drifting, searching, shifting. From town to town. Everytime I slip and slide. A little further down. I can't blame you if you wont take me back.
Beyond the hills. Beyond the plain of the valley. Beyond another rim. The horse and rider's seen. . I am the rider. And the horse is my time. Oh lady, lady wait for me.
They say maybe dreams are only movies of the mind. Still I've lived a few. Oh I'm not a star. Though in some ways I've made it. . But all these nights away is gonna lose me you.
Mr Jimmy makes a drink with thirty-four different liquors. He pours it all in one shot glass. You can count the layers. His little wooden bar-room. Betsy tried to blow it away.
I remember Mary's Fancy. With painted rugs on veranda doors. And Kit who cooks surprises in foods. From the Grenadines and Guadeloupe. And the old man sang as he measured the rum.
Soul David. The best of David Soul. Lets have a quiet night in. Tonight tonight, lets not go anywhere. Lets turn the latch on the door,. And if the phone should ring then lets just let it.
Yonder come my landlord collecting his rent. With his greedy yellow eyes and his tongue all bent. With his padlocked pockets and his badluck nose. Comes sniffin' round my doorway and goin' through my clothes.
Kristofer David went walking one day. On a grassy knoll underneath the sun. He skipped through the carpet of daffodils and daisies. Lookin' for the ladybug of love.