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Bottle Rockets/The Brooklyn Side (The Bottle Rockets) · Bottle, Bottle (Jim Ed Brown) · Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation (Murs) · Love and Rockets [Expanded] (Love and Rockets) · Road Rockets (Rita Chiarelli) · Something for Rockets (Something for Rockets) · Love and Rockets [Compilation] (Love and Rockets) · Rockets (Daniel Lanois) · Love + Rockets, Vol. 1: The Transformation (Murs) · Flowers and Rockets (Don Henry) – and 90 other albums »


Well, you'll have to hold tight bobble while I go into my speed
(Rocket 69, rocket 69)
You'll love the new world I'm going to take you in
(Rocket 69,
I've been set off by a pretty little girl 

I'm like a rocket from a bottle shot free 
I've been just explosive since you lit me 
I've been up with
Homing the rocket
I'm not where you come from
Where you come from you speak with your wallet
Where you come from you're driven by logic
Where you
to replace what you reach from within
Rocket, rocket, the message to millions who don't understand what you're told
Now that I've found you I'm learning
I look down from my window
To the island where I'm held
Listen while you're sleeping
Darkness is itself

Tomorrow I am disappearing
'Cause
is coming, so you better get on your knees
Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free

He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
Down to this cold, cold world
Took me riding in your rocket gave me a star
But at a half
missed a play so hit the road and be on your way
Goin' board the Golden Rocket and leave this town

I was a good engine a runnin' on time but baby I'm
missed a play so hit the road and be on your way
Goin' board the Golden Rocket and leave this town

I was a good engine a runnin' on time but baby I'm
and I won't be back
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away.
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
That's your cue and by now you know
That I got
won't be back
This Golden Rocket's gonna roll my blues away.
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
That's your cue and by now you know
That I got another
loving arms that's where I wanna be
I'm not holdin' the bottle the bottle's holdin' me
[ fiddle ]
My friends come around me but they can't stop the rain
ticket and I won't be back
This Golden Rocket is gonna roll my blues away

Hear that lonesome whistle blow
That's your cue and by now you know
That
braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big-time you
Rising up from that lagoon, we beat those Commies to the moon
Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa rode
Love like rocket
Like a rocket on fire
I'm gonna love you till the day I die
But Julie?s not convinced that that's enough anymore
'Cause the waterloo
birth
No longer human by tomorrow

Erase myself from the human race
All aboard this rocket into space
I'll die Sci-Fi
And kiss the earth goodbye

In
me a line
Keep the lid on the bottle this time, I'm still a lady
I won't do it tonight, I won't do it tonight
No way, baby

I won't give in and I won't
conclusions fade to black
Is there freedom from the hemisphere
Where there is no going back

I been living in a rocket house
Empty buildings go flying by
a line
Keep the lid on the bottle this time
I'm still a lady
I won't do it tonight
I won't do it tonight
No way baby

I won't give in and I won't feel
Erring on the side of culture apparently past
Come down from the good rack crystal glass

'Cause I, I'm a wall of sand and stone.
And you, your some
my blues behind
Ship in the bottle don't you fail me I'm drowning in my sorrow can't you see
Ship in the bottle please sail me where that rising tide
in a bottle (bottle)
Lets put tomorrow in a bottle (bottle)
Lets put tomorrow in a bottle (bottle)

I'm waiting for the day that, together we could
can't stop
Can't tell the bottle from the mountain top
No we're not right

Now I'm weak and my head is sore
And I feel like I can't go on no more
I come
with the combos, Maylay got those
Crates or case, boxloads like they came from Costco's
They be poppin' bottles, we knockin hollows
Promise by
Clan great
And you made this nation bloom
And you rose
With your people through the new world
Like a rocket to the moon

From the olden coasts