You confessed one day to have been a snake and deceiver. But when your moment came, to shed that skin. You just slithered away. You just slithered away.
Sweet music. Sweet music. Why do my heart skips a beat?. Pretty music. What makes the soul come out of me?. Pretty music. Somebody's really gotta tell me.
See the stars come joining down from the sky,. Gently passing, they kiss your tears when you cry.. See the wind of summer blow your hair upon your head,.
Strollin' on,. 'Cause it's all gone,. The reason why.. You made me cry,. . By tellin' me,. You didn't see.. The future bore,. Our love no more.. . If you want to know,.
(Jim McCarty). (All words spoken). . She lived alone,. Her eyes had seen many lovers and many sunsets,. And then they reflected the sunrise.. Reddish-black hair flowed upon her freckled brown shoulders,.
Stealing stealing, mama, don't ya tell on me. I'm stealing back to the way I used to be. . Well, put your arms around me, like a circle round the sun.
Yeah, smokestack lightning. Don't you hear me callin'?. Don't you hear me callin' your name?. Don't you hear me callin' you?. Don't you hear me callin' you?.
(take 15 vocal version) (Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith / Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty). I ain't got nobody,. I ain't got no girl.. I ain't got no woman,.
(Jim McCarty / Keith Relf). Winter's gone,. I can feel the summer coming on.. The sun is high,. But no higher than I.. Everything is turning green,. Growing in the summer sun,.
Smile on me baby,. Make me feel like summer's here.. Smile on me baby,. Make me feel good when you're near.. . Prove it to me baby,. That our love is in the clear..
Shapes of things before my eyes,. Just teach me to despise.. Will time make men more wise?. Here within my lonely frame,. my eyes just heard my brain..
She's so respectable,. She's so respectable,. Tell me, what kind of girl is this?. - What kind of girl is this?. She's never, ever been kissed.. - What kind of girl?.
(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck / Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith). Baby, I got a problem,. I don't know what to do.. Baby, I got a problem,. Bleep me, it concerns you..
(Simon Napier Bell). Shapes in my mind,. My eyes are closed.. The colours cry,. My brain explodes.. My body shrinks into my head,. I must have help or I'll be dead..
I can imagine myself on my death bed. Spent utterly with the lust to touch the next world. Oh father, i confess my sins. Like secrets in my soul hidden under my mattress.
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime. No one knows the count of lives lost. The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity. $5 a head Captains Mason and Hatch.
There is a slowness on the throttle. Possibility at hand. Painted out of a corner. Brakes to bind the strands. . To decide within the bar store. Overshadows feeding in the lurch.
It's a full throttle train, an existential bane. It's only grays and blues when nothing else matters. It takes a strong will to keep it caged and still.
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime. No one knows the count of lives lost. The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity. $5 a head Captains Mason and Hatch.