She gets down on her knees to throw up life. She gets down on her knees to throw up life. She gets down on her knees to throw up life. Thats the only thing she does it good.
You say you found jesus christ. He's the only one. You say you found buddah. Sittin' in the sun,. You say you found mohammed. Facin' to the east. You say you found krishna.
-"daddy, when did we have no house? ". -"when? ". -"when, when did we have no house and we rented this house? ". -"in 1973, we didn't have this house, yet, that's when we bought this house".
- "yeah! I like it very loud!". - "well, that's how I like it too". - "can't you make it more louder? ". - "i can't make it any louder than it is, it's on full you see.".
Do you need anybody?. I need somebody to love.. Do you need anybody?. I need somebody to love.. . - "good". - "that's my favourite song". - "very good".
Recorded live at new york's fillmore east, 6 june 1971. . Scumbag, scumbag,. Scumbag, scumbag.. . Scumbag, yeah! scumbag,. Scumbag, scumbag, ho!. . Scumbag, scumbag,.
-"sneaky!". . I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared,. I'm scared, so scared.. I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared,. As the years roll away,. And the price that I paid.
- "just a minute! I'm just getting my jyamas. I'd just want to leave you with this message.. . They say that the best things in life are free, except on tv, heh, heh, heh, heh.....
Well, thank you, mr. jitters.. Thank you, mister jitters.. . The official soviet newspaper said, the temple members have protested the mindless arms waste from the filthy war in vietnam. and were persecuted and finally forced to seek refuge in another country. wow. sounds like a ballad to me, oh man..
Lord, take this makeup of off of me.. I said, "lordy, lordy, lordy, take this makeup offa me.". It's bad enough on the beach,. But it's worse in the sea..
it dawned on me that you are not able. to get up off the floor. if up to me i would have brought this up before. but only after can i see clearly. that things have gone amiss.
so different when. across the lake. blue green eyed hour. caught us in the wake. i hope she feels the. way that i do. i rippled when. to me she spoke.
talk in circles near incessant. and effervesce here in our presence. bubble up, bubble break. a burst of warm air rises and disappears. wasted words a black hole finds them.
falling, failing now. they mass here at mid day. such a quandary how. I was with them so long. again, I was wrong. you're kneeling there. with furtive eyes on me.
taken back by some other way. 'till i've another one. still, it's unnerving. this small force today. what can i say. i'm numb. overhead the greatest moment has come.
lifted limbs and digits cling to a cloak called. innocent simplicity and a rag doll. and thats all. youre obliged to say whatever. more or less just saving face.
a simple song about anything but what I would normally sing about. all smiles and a catchy tune. and pretty soon I'll forget I'm here. I know these things work out.
silhouette. only your outer line. shape of my indecision. as of yet. details are undefined. true to your definition. i doubted. separated by some eclipse.
intent on coming clean. unfolding with the scene. and on the paper waded and tossed on the floor. she idles by and counts. the days while pressure mounts.