I traced my family line. It ends up where the. Window-passing grainy days. Forgetting she's away. . Here's the straight and narrow. Brought my wheelbarrow.
What I was was a pissing Johnson. And what she was was a faded bombshell, maybe, maybe. What I was was a mark inside her hand. What she was was a ten pound block, maybe, maybe.
Lip balm on watery clay,. relationships hey hey hey. you kiss like a rock. but you know i need it anyway. angle for the ringside seats. when they fall.
hear the people sing to their god, to their god. whole. . shut your ears if you can't hear. so you don't, so you don't. hear this clanging cymbal. banging gong, banging gong.
I saw your light last night. And I hoped that you were home. I saw some shadows move. Then I wished that I had phoned. It seems like I was running scared.
Men without ties don't dress for dinner. It's Friday night frozen pizza thing. Don't want no wife or no beginner. Friday night frozen, pizza king. . Everything you buy is soon expired.
You look fine a little strange, been working out? Losing weight?. You got that hunger and I can see. You're looking younger than you're supposed to be.
Men without ties don't dress for dinner. It's Friday night frozen pizza thing. Don't want no wife or no beginner. Friday night frozen, pizza king. . Everything you buy is soon expired.
Decided not to have any part of. Wonderful lie of (live) love. Decided not to raise any children. Just like mamama and daddy did. Just like mamama daddy did.
Nobody can tell ya. There's only one song worth singing. They may try and sell ya. Cause it hangs them up. To see someone like you. . You gotta make your own kind of music.
J'aurais bien voulu te parler,. Mais tu ne causes que de toi.. Il n'y a pas moyen d'en placer une.. De toute faon tu n'couteras pas.. Tous ces mots qui s'chappent de ta bouche,.
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music). I'm not good looking, well-built or tall. I'm not a movie star up on somebody's wall. But when I lie next to my girl. I'm the most wanted man in the world.
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music). I have the moon in my bed. Every night down she falls. I have the moon in my bed. I had nothing, now I have it all. And I have the sun in my heart.
Hear the sound of a million people. Millions of children in motion. All of us waiting for the rain. To wash away the dust from our bodies. . Can you dance, can you remember.
by Paul Kantner, Grace Slick, Joey Covington. . Put your old ladies back into bed. Your old men back into their graves. Cover their ears so they can't hear us sing.
So I sat in the attic, a piano up my nose. And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata, cantata). Sore was I from a crack of an enemy's hose. And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato, tomato).
Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long. Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long. Well, that long black train take my baby and gone. . Mystery train, rollin' down the track.
You jump, jump here. You jump, jump there. You jump, jump, jump everywhere. . And you mellow down easy. Mellow down easy. You mellow down easy. But you really wanna blow your top.
The echo of shame, the voice inside my head,. The need for love, the insecurity.. . Cutting me down, to the fourteen year old girl,. The Father Figure criticizing me..
I'm big and proud all over. Not just on the stage. My secret self has many sides. That laugh and crush and sting. I'm red and thick like fire. I like it from behind.