I don't know where I'm going. I don't know what I'm doing. But it feels alright. . I have one eye to Morocco. I only have to follow. Through the scented night.
She was a rude girl baby. With a bye bye notion of love. She gave no warning. Did a handbrake into my life. . It's all too much for me. . She said what's up.
Would you like to learn to sing?. Would you like to sing my song?. Would you like to learn to love me best of all?. Anyone can learn the words. And the melody's so plain.
I gave a party. I said you could come. You showed up at your door. with all your leathers on. I said This must be wrong. It can't be right. How can you make love to me.
I want to lie by your side. and watch the tide run over. Lay your head upon my shoulder. I want to lie by the bed. and send my head out reeling. Honey, lay this feeling down.
No Easy Way - Gillan. . Little John took the easy way. He said bye bye to the light of day. Didn't need a gun and all. He went flying and took a fall.
I was never one for singing. what I really feel. Except tonight, I'm bringing. everything I know that's real. . Stars, they come and go. They come fast or slow.
Faithful is a lie. Freedom's just a game. somebody tacked onto. your ball and chain. Love is a drug. You've been canonized. Want to be a high priestess?.
I'm still in love. though I don't care. to let you know. there's something there. it doesn't show. but when you're near. silly habits mean a lot. I've been alone now.
She never had too much of money. Friendly strangers were all she knew. Nobody ever came to call but you. I would not say she isn't happy. though the eyes of a fool.
Lay down and slumber. Mama's boy is torn asunder. All the fields have gone grey. All the leaves are gone brown. Let me tell you a story. Lay own, I know you're weary.
The days are okay. I watch the TV in the afternoon. If I get lonely. The sound of other voices. Other rooms are near to me. I'm not afraid. The operator.
I'm leaving by night. I'm leaving alone. I'm leaving it lie. When you waken I'll be gone. I would not beg for me. As I would not beg for you. Though I'd like to be the one.
And when the war was over. I went dancing in the streets. with the corpse of my dead brother. to the sacrificial beat. . the Boy Scouts and the Legionnaires.
It would be nice. If the sun shone every day. A full moon dressed in a starry night. Could put us in the mood. For dancing, romancing. . It would be nice.
Boy I really tied one on. Spent the night away from home. I know you're not to blame. if I can't recall your name. and I'm sorry if it causes you pain.
Janis Ian. "At Seventeen". I leaned the truth at seventeen that love was meant for beauty queens. And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles who married young and then.
What you doing?. See that badly written sign. That says. State your business. Want no undesirables. You got suits in the corridor. Where they belong. Skin's only natural.
It took a while but it drove me senseless. Now they say I'm non compos mentis. Little wonder I'm still here at all. Staring out from the guilt free on the wall.
Change in the weather. Changing weather. It gets no better. . Room for improvement. Room for rent. Needs money spent. . I got no sense, brothers. I sit alone, I sit alone.