Give me one reason to stay here
And I’ll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here
And I’ll turn right back around
I don’t want to leave you lonely
You got to make me change my mind
- Tracy Chapman
Give me one reason to stay here
And I’ll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here
And I’ll turn right back around
I don’t want to leave you lonely
You got to make me change my mind
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
Seven worlds will collide
Whenever I am by your side
And dust from a distant sun
Will shower over everyone
Crowded Houese
The distant sun beams warm rays
And a promise for a brighter day
The haze of darkness behind my back
As I walk along this jagged track
As I walk along this jagged track
A haze hangs on Hindley Street 11.30pm
Walking with my girlfriend’
A bus stop
Under where the moonlight drops
Fancy cars & sheesha bars
In a bathroom someone threw up’
Real sick gut
Look around
Leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That’s an easy thing to say
But if your hopes should pass away
Then simply pretend
That you can build them again
(Simon and Garfunkel)
Poor sick mutt
Lucky he didn’t choke
On his whiskey and coke
Off the floor
Out the door
Oh the people you meet
Walking down this city street
Heading for the bus stop
And a bed to sleep the night off
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there
Once I used to believe
I was such a great romancer
Then I came home to a woman
That I could not recognize
When I pressed her for a reason
She refused to even answer
It was then I felt the stranger
Kick me right between the eyes
Billy Joel
I used to think
As birds take wing
They sing through life, so why can’t we?
We cling to this, and claim the best
If this is what you’re offering
I’ll take the rain, I’ll take the rain,…
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Long, low time ago, people talk to me
A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine
See above artist
Well now, whiskey gives you wings
To carry each one of your dreams
And the moon does not belong to you
But I believe
That your heart keeps young dreams
Well, I’ve been told
To keep from ever growing old
And a heart that has been broken
Will be stronger when it mends
little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
Trad arr Steve Winwood/Traffic
Drinking brandy and dry
As time burns the daylight by
Waiting for the moon to rise
And glow like a pearl in the heavenly sky
What I’m really needing now
Is a double shot of Crown
Chase that disco ball around
'Til I don’t remember
Go until they cut me off
Wanna get a little lost
In the noise, in the lights
Lady Antebellum
I’ll bring Gringo, he’s got a lot of money
And he’ll take us to the bars where they’ve got a view.
He’ll buy us all those beers, they give it to you in bottles
They put lemon in the top it don’t taste too bad, I’m telling you
I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I’m drunk and dirty, don’t you know
But I’m still willin’
Lowell George, made famous by Linda Ronstadt
I’m drunk
I smell like a skunk
\My car got painted with bits of pizza
I’m leaning over like the tower in Pisa
Almost crashed on ground in a parking lot
There I would have rot
If I didn’t have a love like you
Who erases all the black and blue
Babs and Clean Willie were in love, they said
So in love, the preacher’s face turned red
Soon everybody knew the thing was dead
He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night, yeah
She go crazy, got to make a getaway
Papa say, “Oh, no hesitation
No tears and no hearts breakin’
No remorse”
“Oh, congratulations
This is your Haitian divorce”
Steely Dan
She bites
Bruise on my shoulder
Demolished my heart with a bulldozer
Left in a pile of rubble
Pick all the pieces
Up with the shovel
Oh, yeah, you wreck me, baby
Yeah, you break me in two
But you move me, honey
Yes, you do
Tom Petty
The clock is ticking like a warning
Judging everything I do
And as the night breaks in the morning
I lie awake and think of you
Should be asleep instead I’m dreaming
I pull the whiskey off the shelf
And every time I get to thinking
Why do I do this to myself
(Dori Freeman)