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More Oar: A Tribute to Alexander "Skip" Spence (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tonight, Tonight, Tonight (Genesis) · Tonight, Tonight [US] (Smashing Pumpkins) · Tonight, Tonight (The Mello-Kings) · Tonight Tonight (Hot Chelle Rae) · Tonight Tonight (John King) · Tonight Tonight (Hot Chelle Rae) · Tonight: Live (Take 6) · Are You Lonesome Tonight? [Camden] (Elvis Presley) · Like Fire Tonight (G√ľnther) – and 90 other albums »


the harbour,
Silently ignite.
The oar dips in to oil like water and we,
Are away.

Your hand won't write, not tonight,
But your mind may wander.
Into
delivered

Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered

Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong
Be patient

Making
is just one oar leaning against the wall
What of our plans for paddles in the Fall?
With the reeds grown high in a winding maze
We were to follow
Standing by a riverside 
A river so deep and so wide 
Current's too strong for only one man 
I know because I tried 

I got eight oars - 
four
Three sisters
Came to me last night
Last night
They said, "There's a boat
On the shore
A gas lantern and one oar
For your trip
Go home
To the center of her attention
Steal the moon tonight
Before the morning
Steal the moon tonight
I just love a good mystery
And on the West Bank a boat is
Tonight 
There must be people who are gettin' what they want 
I let my oars fall into the water 
Good for them 
Good for them 
Gettin' what they
As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
I pinned a flower
dust, the morning tribe
Crushed by a million suns
Here the heart of you lies

Over land and sea
I'll come fighting for you
Over land and sea
A dawn
Tonight, tonight, well alright
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight

Wait, now
Wait, now

Hanging out all by myself
I don't want to be with
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
can make 
On a lake in the park 

It's an ocean of devotion 
A floating dream for two . . . 

Oh, I keep hopin' that 
The oars will stray 
So we could
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Aboard a craft bereft of oar
I rowed upstream to find Lenore
Abducted by a bandit or
A king from some forgotten war

And mindful of his larval
"...from the darkness, risen our of blackness,
A flame once, burning like red blood
Was seen by those who waited for the battle,
To lead them
All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
While little hands make vain
buffalo gals won't you come out tonight
come out tonight
come out tonight
and dance by the light of the moon
(come by here)
Tonight, tonight I really need you tonight

See the more I learn (the more I learn) 
Is the more I love
I  just want to share my life
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
as my nom de plume.

Let me save you of this wrong.

I may never sleep tonight,
As long as you're still burning bright.
If I could trade mistakes for
on your way 
Flyin' by goes a stork 
You decide to bring your oars in now 
But accidentally knock out the cork 

Row your boat to shore 
'Cause it is
blindness, there is failure
People gather by the river
They were talking

There is a place that I have seen
Somewhere between waking and sleeping
Leaning
at the oars
   G#7              C#m
Or staring from the rail
        E -A         B7
And the sea bids farewell
             G#m
She waves in swells
bay
And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar
And not by the tempest, they laugh at its roar

No ballroom can tempt me nor raise my despair
For