My motivation is going to soon, good vibrations all over you,. Act like you mean it, you mean it,. You gotta story you never tell, down in the delta ringing bells,.
Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour. She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it.. . No tears are gone they're pooling on the table.
I used to see you every day. I used to see you every day. I danced around your folk and soul. I danced to all your fucking soul. I left you with your nose a bleedin'.
Lay where you're laying. Don't make a sound. I know they're watching. Watching. . All the commotion. The kiddie like play. It has people talking. Talking.
Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour. She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it.. . No tears are gone they're pooling on the table.
What if you took too long boy?. What if they don't love you anymore boy?. And what if all they found was a suicide note in a pop song?. Is that the way you wanna go boy?.
Two girls for every boy. . I bought a '30 Ford wagon and we call it a woodie. (Surf City, here we come). You know it's not very cherry, it's an oldie but a goodie.
Streamline. Coming down the track. Streamline. Coming down the track. Streamline. Brought my baby back. . Streamline. Did she pay her fare. Streamline.
They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday's just as bad.. They call it stormy Monday, yes but Tuesday's just as bad.. Wednesday's even worse; Thursday's awful sad..
Southside Story (John Mayall 2002). . The Band was jumpin'- hot as hell. Everybody felt allright. Little Walter took the stand. And a blue note cut the night.
So hard to share. The one you love with another guy. So hard to share. The one you love with another guy. . When she's with you. You fear your time will soon expire.
Just a silly kind of quarrel. When we made each other wild. Just a silly kind of quarrel. When we made each other wild. Maybe both of us were wrong. But somebody's acting like a child.
Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road. There's a lonely girl who's now fifteen. Since I've been gone. She's kept a part of me and something seen. Remembering.
On a warm summer night in Arizona. Saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad. On a warm summer night in Arizona. I saw a girl, Lord, I want her so bad. . But I got no chance to tell her.
Regression affliction. Damaging myself again. Perfection impervious. Desolate within. . Foundation shift. Self inflict. . Regression remission. Challenging my own reclaim.
The cold of winter now resides where fires once burned bright. Unseen forces waging war for possession of your sight. Allowing walls to crumble leaving armor to decay.
Roses float across the water. And the ice is slowly melting next to you. In our hideout down by the boathouse. Lonely days are through. . 'Cause when you walked into that room.
And in the distance could be heard. What might've been a whispered word. I thought I heard a sigh or two. And instantly I thought of you. . Just beyond and further still.
The days go by and Im still alive. Lost inside but I will arrive. And Im starting to fall. Cant escape from it all. Its better to go down easy. . When Im stuck in this spin.
It's no easy road, there's struggle and strife. We find ourselves in the show of life. What's on your schedule, what's on the plan?. Do you ever ignore what you don't understand?.