When I’m driving in my car
And a man comes on the radio
And he’s telling me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
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Whats a matter you Hey!
gotta no respect
This a nice a place
Oh, Shaddup a you face
Joe Dolci
Deleted. Formatting. Bastards.
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
Yoo hoooo-ooo
You may say-ay I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you will join up
And the World will live as One
John Lennon- Imagine
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
Yoo hoooo-ooo
You may say-ay I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you will join up
And the World will live as One
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How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?
How often have you been there?
Often enough to know
What did you see when you were there?
Nothing that doesn’t show
Baby you’re a rich man
Baby you’re a rich man
The Beatles
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
What did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall…
Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I’ve been digging too deep, I always do
I see my fate on the surface
I look a lot like Narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standing on the edge of a drowning blue
I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose
In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea
And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me
Oh, Oh
Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same
And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game
Oh, I had a dream, it seemed I stood alone
And the veil of all the years
Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea
I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
Al Stewart- Nostradamus
On my way, nails broke and fell
Into the wishing well, wishing well, wishing well
On my way, nails broke and fell…
It’s the edge of the world and all of Western civilization
The sun may rise in the East, at least it settled in a final location
It’s understood that Hollywood sells Californication…
Meeting all these pretty girls
Singing golden hair
He’s in touch with the painter’s mind
And Syd’s unflinching stare
Drinking wine in the Moulin Rouge
Sipping kaffee in Berlin
Might take in the coloured lights
In the city they call sin -
He could see
The writing on the wall -
Ten feet tall
Paul Weller lyric
I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
“I’ll love you always” filled my eyes
I remember a night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the Metro
I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then looked away
I remember hating you for loving me
Riding on the Metro
(Berlin)
The bus ride
I went to write this
4 a.m. this letter
Fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls
Sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scary
I said your name…
Ooooo, we were little boys
Ooooo, we were little girls
It’s nine o’clock, don’t try to turn it off
Cowered in a hole, opie mouth. Question:
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Did we miss anything? Did we miss anything?
Catapult. Catapult. Catapult. Catapult…
The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn “The Old Rugged Cross”.
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their innermost selves with the outpouring of their hearts…
On and on the songs roll and soon you are caught up in the sermon in each rendition as you come to feel the devotion and dedication that is poured forth.
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!
R.E.M., of course
He got the action, he got the motion
Oh, yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the nighttime into the day
And after all the violence and double-talk
There’s just a song in all the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, yeah, you do the walk of life
(Dire Straits)
It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin…
Well it’s on and on and on, on and on
The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn…
Hey there
Come and take a walk with me
Stroll into infinity
We’ll stroll along
Until the dawn is gone
Midnight take it to the twilight
Just a little slice of light
Let’s turn it off and on off and on
“Hey there
Come and take a walk with me
Stroll into infinity
We’ll stroll along
Until the dawn is gone”
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Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me
The more we walk together love, the better we’ll agree
We’ll agree
One hand in your mouth and a finger in your eye
Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by
Fairport Convention
ETA - I have a brand new laptop, which I’m still getting used to, so I used my crapped out, ancient ipad that has major formatting issues. Sorrah.
All out times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the Reaper
Nor do the Sun, the Wind or the Rain
(we can be like they are)
Come on Baby
(Don’t Fear the Reaper)
Baby take my hand
(Don’t Fear the Reaper)
Baby I’m Your Man
La la la la la
-Blue Oyster Cult “Don’t Fear The Reaper”
We’ll be able to fly
So put on your best, boys, and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I’ve been singin’
Funny when you’re dead, how people start listenin’
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I’ve had just enough time
The Band Perry
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million
I could live a million years
1,000,000 you know who 
Saturday night, my steps have shown
I can walk away from all I’ve known
Goodnight, my friend, goodbye
Remember what they say,
When you’re alone, laugh or die
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run 'til we drop, baby, we’ll never go back
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe, I want to know if love is real..