Rain on my face. Tears on the window. Water down the drain. It's all the same. . Pain in the sky. Heart full of thunder. Now I'm under the weather. It's bound to change.
Yeah, she's just been to Russia and they're dying, their faces. They're dying over there. A pretty pink rose. . That rock 'n' roll lady takes a spaceship ride.
In holland there is a table. In front of me. With cafe' au lait. And some kind of cookie. Outside the window. There's a wide and gentle canal. Two swans swim in it,.
Hello. . Hello, honey, I hope I didn't wake you up. But I had to hear your voice. I'm standing in another phone booth. Somewhere on the moon. . I'm alright, I guess.
People fly, people flee. People clam and say, "It wasn't me". People fish, people beef. People arm to the teeth. . Yes, you've got people on the tube.
When I wake up in my tree. Wake up in my bedroom tree. A little girl and a parakeet. Are singing to me. . My, oh my, what a peaceable kingdom. Why would I ever wanna leave.
The day is blue, there's nothing to do. But watch the sad review of life going by.... . All the broken people in a world of hurt. And all the hungry people crying in the dirt.
The woman screams at the windy day. Her children play in the acid rain. The water is green and the sky is brown. The cars and buildings, all broken down.
One eye goes laughing. One eye goes crying. Through the trials and trying of one life. One hand is tied. One step gets behind. In one breath we're dying.
I guess, God said. "Its time to let the little people have the salad days. Somebody cut the rain. Let there be lawn chairs in the shade for everyone. .
Look at the sky, the sun is rising. With another day. . Look at the sky, the sun is rising. With another day to lay at our feet. What will we do and what will we see.
I wish I had an angel. To tell me what I should do. With all these troubles. Stuck on me like superglue. Angel, my spirit's so tired. Oh, my spirit's so tired, yeah.
Oh daddy, when you gonna write that big hit?. Oh daddy, when you gonna hit it real big, real big?. . Well, now that's a tall request. For such a small little girl.
"far away," said the matriarch,. "i once heard from the tongue of a lark. Of golden days. Of bow and drum. And of men who chased.. Now they come in rags of greed,.
(belew/fetters/nyswonger). . Full color cover shot. Self magazine. Where the limos go. People start to scream. Shiny women on a yacht. These are things I ain't got.
(belew/fetters). . Money to burn, I'm on fire. Danger danger, I'm hot-wired. . I'm in the business of pleasure. A big demand for leisure. I'll have my drink at the pool.
Hold me down, I'm a wounded man. Give me all your love, give me everything. Breathe me in, like a piece of sky. On a bed of flowers, on the longest night.
"good morning, it's 3 a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window...i see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels, all-night h.
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels. I am a 1952 studebaker coupe. I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels. I am a 1952 starlite coupe. . En route. Les subterraneans.