I'm so tightly wound in tension. Feel just like a guitar string. Wait until revealed emotions. Touch me and you'll hear me sing. . I'm so tired of being wired.
It says here that the Unions will never learn. It says here that the economy is on the upturn. And it says here we should be proud. That we are free. And our free press reflects our democracy.
Digging all day and digging all night. To keep my foxhole out of sight. Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees. The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze.
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman. Let's go make a picture. On the island of Stromboli. Ingrid Bergman. . Ingrid Bergman, you're so pretty. You'd make any mountain quiver.
I heard the bell ringing. In tower of last desire. Crum fumb small beginnings. The living world undone. Now it hums that is singing. Like words out on the wire.
As I wait for sleep to drag me under. In the evening gloom I sit and wonder. The words I should have said to you. The things I always meant to do. The bad dreams that all came true.
There's a place, a place that I go. Where I curl in a ball on the floor. And no one can know. . And the fear wells up inside. I'm just falling again. Feel I'm falling again.
On Monday I wished it was Tuesday night. So I could wish for the weekend to come. On Tuesday I wished that the night would pass. So I could call you on the phone.
There's a girl sleeping in my bed. And I'm singing unwritten songs in my head. She provided bittersweet company. I confided how much you mean to me. .
This government had an idea. And parliament made it law. It seems like it's illegal. To fight for the union any more. . Which side are you on, boys?. Which side are you on?.
I lived in a place called Okfuskee. And I had a little girl in a holler tree. I said, little girl, it's plain to see. Ain't nobody that can sing like me.
Last night or the night before that. I won't say which night. A seaman friend of mine. I'll not say which seaman. Walked up to a big old building. I won't say which building.
Some day boy you'll reap what you've sown. You'll catch a cold and you'll be on your own. And you will see that what's wrong with me. Is wrong with everyone that.
Walking out together. All along the shore. Arm in arm beneath the cliffs that tower above us. We hear the breakers roar. . Here we found each other. Here we made our home.
When one voice rules the nation. Just because they're on top of the pile. Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest. The voices of the people. Are falling on deaf ears.
I was born at half past twelve, almost one in the morning. I was born at half past one, almost two in the morning. Now my birthday comes again and I don't know how old I am.
If you want to make the weather. Then you have to take the blame. If sometimes dark clouds fill the sky. And it starts to rain, folks complain. . And though your head may tell you.
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song. Way down inside me long ago. And now I can't remember when it was. But it joined up with the rest of them and grows.
You see a rainbow. I see a dark cloud. You see your new friends. And I see a bad crowd. . I almost killed you. Nearly killed you. Almost killed you with my love.
I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod Hotel. I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty-one rooms as well. I wax and shine their boots and shoes.