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Starfucker (STRFKR) · White Light White Heat White Trash (Social Distortion) · E.B. @ Noon (Ernest Ranglin) · High Noon [Remember] (Frankie Laine) · High Noon [Rajon] (Tex Ritter) · High Noon [1-CD] (Tex Ritter) · High Noon (Golden Earring) · Cuba Noon: Golden Voices of the 50's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Wild 107.7 Workout at Noon, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Morning, Noon, & Night (Bob James) – and 90 other albums »


to tell
When you die well

I keep crashing out and dreaming about
Black African goddesses in white western underwear
So there
And when you say
Fill your mouth with berries
By the full light of the moon.
Work all night if you have to.
The magpie comes at noon
moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I
of your hair

Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands
They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in
cabin
By noon of second day
He must have heard us coming
For he up and he ran away
We camped by the rocky rapids
While the moon was shining bright
profit

High noon and there ain't 
No secrets, no more excuses 
Now our number's up 
Let them lead us by the throat 

Now just smile 
While
If my life lasted only one day, 
I'd still be drunk by noon
meat is far too done
And the milkman left me a note yesterday
Get out of this town by noon
You're coming on way too soon
And besides that
We never
Coming out into the day and all that I can see
Is the red and white of the King's army
I'll meet with them among the pine
I'll meet with them by
playing, and even the noon whistle was blowing, early.

He stood and watched proudly as She passed by. The sunlight catching the flash of crimson and white
moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I
the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white T-Shirt
Breaker breaker 1-9 she's a big ol' flirt
By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied
profit

High noon and there ain't 
No secrets, no more excuses 
Now our number's up 
Let them lead us by the throat 

Now just smile 
While
and all points in between. Louisville by Nashville Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time, {Chorus} Heading for that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke
Shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him
And his rapier brandished high
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon
Wine red
white, I'd like maybe to go to bed soon,
Closing my eyes, if I'm to rise up before noon.

High heels, car wheels, the losers are grooving.
My dream,
Town, in the hot noon hours
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late

By marble
the party's over now

Awake by noon, drunk by four
Sucked up in the showbiz
You're so lame, you're such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in

Plastic smile
by moonlight
And i'll come to thee by moonlight
Though hell should bar the way
He did not come at the dawning
No, he did not come at the noon
they press me sharply
And harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
she's going down.
I'm sorry but the party's over now.

Awake by noon, drunk by four.
Sucked up in the show biz.
You're so lame, 
You're such a bore,
she's going down.
I'm sorry but the party's over now.

Awake by noon, drunk by four.
Sucked up in the show biz.
You're so lame, 
You're such a bore,
she's going down.
I'm sorry but the party's over now.

Awake by noon, drunk by four.
Sucked up in the show biz.
You're so lame, 
You're such a bore,
knows that good news always sleeps till noon

Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
Maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate
from hell, oh

A shiny noon riverboat taking
Income from the poor
It's floating by the levee in
an artificial pool
There's a six mile tailback