To the gods in the sky there's one thing you can do you can send us some sun and we'll play you this tune because sitting in our room lying down with
One night when I was sleeping a gypsy lady sneak into my head and she said 'I've got a bottle of schnapps lets get to know each other drinking a belly
I've got the clouds on a string That I pull with my little finger elegantly What is this oh what's the feeling on the breeze It feels like all my holidays
Lyrics are as follows: I've done too much of some things And not enough of others Just like all life lovers I've changed and changed, And changed
I climb the ladder of those black and white keys They take me out and into places Some are real, some are imaginary And though she sways between a mystery
Do me wrong, do me right, do me right baby. Tell me lies, but hold me tight. Save your goodbyes for the morning light, but don?t let me be lonely tonight
Beauty queen of only eighteen She had some trouble with herself He was always there to help her She always belonged to someone else I drove for miles
Good, good morning so good to see you Weren't just a dream of mine Real as a raven, real as thunder Real as the sun shinin' But still so very undefined
Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again In the winter of '65, we were hungry
Oh, mmm, I know a place Ain't nobody cryin', ain't nobody worried Ain't no smilin' faces, mmm, no no Lyin' to the races, help me, come on, come on Somebody
It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day that my daddy died I never got a chance to see him Never
Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go
8 O'clock Monday night and I'm waiting To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring She wears a
Oh, it's carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a
Instrumental (except for Incoherent Babbling and occasional Screaming)
When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold
(a-wa) o kodwa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange (a-wa a-wa) si-bona kwenze ka kanjani (a-wa a-wa) amanto mbazane ayeza She's a rich girl She don't try to hide
Paraphernalia, never hides your broken bones And I don't know why you'd want to try It's plain to see you're on your own I ain't blind, no some folks