Hart Corey. Young Man Running. Don't Take Me To The Racetrack. Oh yea. Oh yea. Oh no, no. Your mother told me that you. Don't live at home no more. Your mother told me that she don't like.
Because I was afraid to speak when I was just a lad. My father gave my nose a tweak and told me I was bad. Then one day I learned a word that saved my achin' nose.
SAVOY, THE HOME OF SWEET ROMANCE. SAVOY, IT WINS YOU AT A GLANCE. SAVOY, GIVES HAPPY FEET A CHANCE. TO DANCE. . YOUR FORM, JUST LIKE A CLINGIN' VINE. YOUR LIPS, SO WARM AND SWEET AS WINE.
Stay awake, don't rest your head. Don't lie down upon your bed. While the moon drifts in the skies. Stay awake, don't close your eyes. . Though the world is fast asleep.
We lived our little drama. We kissed in a field of white. And stars fell on Alabama. Last night. . I can't forget the glamor. Your eyes held a tender light.
And now the purple dusk of twilight time. Steals across the meadow of my heart. High up in the sky the little stars climb. Always reminding me that we're apart.
How soon I will delight. How straight and good. Scorched by vibrant core. I'll sprinkle scrapings. Upon the lapping blue. No sooner than I return. Will my fruit turn the stink into sweet.
A hand to hold is enough to know. Theres someone who cares. Filled your cup to the brim. Gently let down your hair. . If the tears had made you blind.
My hands are red. Admittedly, the cross is mine. The time is come. Forsake the brine. Alone with the void for a thousand years. I am the first of the reptillian rocketeers.
I went down to the St. James Infirmary. I found my baby there. She was stretched out on a long, white table.. So calm, so cool, so bare. . Let her go, I said, let her go, may God bless her.
Lines were drawn, forces gathered. All at the foot of our bed. Planned attacks without retreats. . Spoke of war, rattled our swords. Brought out the great big guns.
Speak softly love and hold me warm against your heart. I feel your words, the tender trembling moments start. We're in a world, our very own. Sharing a love that only few have ever known.
I cried all night for Sonny. 'Til my eyes were dry. 'Til the oceans overflowed. And the Red Sea turned blue. I cried all night for Sonny. I heard he was crying, too.
There's an ocean of days, tearing down your nights. There's a mountain of left, going against the right. So many lives living out their story. Who could care less about the fame and glory?.
People with hope have a special prayer,. a louder drum, a brighter flare,. This is a song for the hopeful,. May God hear it sung.. . People with faith are the lucky kind,.
Words get the best of me Life's on hold. Rain got me standing in my sad sunday clothes. . Hearts can be broken only so many ways. Nine kids down in under thirty days.
Somewhere my love, there will be songs to sing. Although the snow covers the hopes of spring. Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold. And there are dreams, all that your heart can hold.
Now, something you got makes me work all day. Girl something you got makes me bring home my pay. Now, something you got you ought to know. My, my woah, woah, I love you so.
Someday, you'll want me like I want you. But I'll be gone with somebody new. Someday, you will cry the way I did. You'll hang your head, but tears can't be hidden.
Always in and out of love somewhere. Between sleep and waking. Sanskrit songs, last nights dream. And the toll that lifes been taking. . Theres talk of mysteries and places roamed by poets.