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Parachute [German Bonus Tracks] (The Pretty Things) · Parachute (The Pretty Things) · Parachute [40th Annivesary Edition] (The Pretty Things) · Parachute (The Pretty Things) · Even Heroes Need a Parachute (This Beautiful Republic) · Parachute EP (Matthew Koma) · Playtime Parachute Fun (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Parachute (Guster) · Parachute EP (Matthew Koma) · Wild Zone: The Essential Parachute Club (The Parachute Club) – and 90 other albums »


to jump
Now I‘m falling (ten thousand feet below me)
I’m falling down (my fate is unknown to me)
I’m falling

You see it on my face
There’s no way to hide
always break my fall
Like a parachute
When you're holding me
So weightless I can barely breathe
You always break my fall
My fall
Like a parachute
on me now, boy, won't you come along?
And we went down by the river, skinny dipping till the dawn

Spent the morning fishing, fried 'em up by noon
Spent
a bugle call like you never heard before, So natural that you
Want to go to war-- That's just the bestest band in the land, My Honey Lamb!

Come on along
I think I need a parachute!
I think I need a parachute!
'Cause I'm going dddd down
Jumping down, getting lower

Come back, come back, come back,
Oh my honey lamb!

Come on along
Come on along
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man
Up to the man 
Who's the leader of the band
And if you
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The music stopped in my hand
My hand
My hand
Sadly smiled the band
The band
The band
Softly echoes your laughter
of the guy
With the rock and roll banjo band

The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry that guy someday

If you want
a parachute
I wanna creep wit' you and that's my word
(Creep wit' you and that's my word)

Now I been knowin, mommy, for a while now
(A long time)
And GOD
parachute
I’m falling for love with no parachute

All the way form the heaven to the stars, to the moon, to your heart
We only fail to get up to you
My
of the guy
With the rock and roll banjo band

The way he plays that thing
It makes my poor heart ring
I'm gonna marry that guy someday

If you want
in Forest Lawn; they understand there.
And they have a heavenly choir and a military band there.
Just put me in their care and I'll find my comfort
quiet as the deer 
Down in your bigtrees knowing no fear
You lift up your sight And down comes a hun 
And more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your
all too exquis
That french champagne
So good for the brain
That band, it's the end!

Kindly don't fall down, my friend.
Have you heard? professor
Freak! Is what the world calls me
They don't understand so they try to stop me.
Hide! I can't hide so I stand up straight with Christ by my side
approaches have failed,
Hope you come through.

Falling, falling into you,
Falling, no parachute
Are you receiving me,
Read my lips,
A foreign language,
band
My band
My band
My band
My band
My band
Roxanne
My band
My band

You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap
I used to think it black while at my country seat 
Now I'm peaking in so many ways
The gloom is in retreat
Yes the dark epoch is over I've found
the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the

It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia
Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria
Every part of the whole
I just dropped in, cause I could use a friend
And a little bit of consolation
I'm hanging by a thread from the southern end of my rope
If you
rolling with my band

I wouldn't come home for weeks at a time
She wouldn't accept that she was free
Oh Debbie Denise was true to me
She'd wait by
burnt out
A hotel suite in a rich man's town, a hut in Botany Bay
A prisoner by my own device, a mountain in my way
I'm gonna have to alter my address
band
Oh yeah, yes, I am

She walks into the light looking hot
I love the way she moves, oh my god
Just another tune, her heart goes boom
Come on,
shots
Getting laid in parking lots
Getting high and getting caught, I know
All my broken paper planes
Parachutes and window panes
I'm a shooting star
parking lots
Getting high and getting caught, I know
All my broken paper planes
Parachutes and window panes
I'm a shooting star gone novocaine, I know
So I