Lyrics:
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
together
There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of
Groovin', down a crowded avenue
Doin' anything we like to do
There's always lots of things
Wall Street Jack built
If you've got a little time to spare
I'd like to take you there
Come and meet
Those dancing feet
On the avenue I'm taking you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
Pride Is Alive In Yellowstone
I heard it the ninth of June.
When Billings and Butte and Ballentine
Converged to line the avenue.
Pride Is Alive In
know
Lie la lie...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do
though
Haha stupid i'm in there getting money
You in there playing cupid
I'm coming through in a coupe
Without the roof in
Bitch by my side with the
Ass
on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose
Whips fly in the wind
Checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose
All my ex’s got
They've been strolling down the
Avenue two by two
Say Lil to Sue, It's gonna do no harm
If we both have a little old shot in the arm
And it's all around my
Yeah yea
Uh, yeah yeah, uh
Wading felt the water fill my shoes
Early morning on the avenue
Or on the corner like "Good afternoon!"
Notice karma
the pack that was
Tryna' get out of that bracket, dude
The jack of cruise
Cruisin' on those makin' that massive move
The magnitude that turned avenues
"Mother, is this the darkness of the end
The Shadow of Death? And is that outer sea
Infinite imminent Eternity?
And does the death-pang by man's
piano
Sur les trottoirs d’ivoire et les avenues verglacées
un passe-montagne sur son visage tuméfié,
aux pieds deux vieilles Nike trouées
Hobo marchait
There's a place off Ocean Avenue
Where I used to sit and talk with you
We were both sixteen and it felt so right
Sleeping all day, staying up all
a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
MIRIFICAL
I could die
in the storm hidden by your eyes
a thin black silk ribbon
old notes of childish words
a small casket of inlaid wood
a sad
315
Man there lookin ata magazine
It said punk on the cover
He didn’t lool up
Went outside and my ears stood up
Standing over by the record machine was
Oh oh
Slowly down the avenue
And the irony of liking you
What was to be some brand-new shoes
Now them color has come out pure blue
I'd love to love
The streets are leading me around
The jingle-jangle sounds
From recordstores to open doors
Parades on the boulevards
The avenues and, quite bizarre
a loser
Down that avenue
Through the lane that we go through
And i can tell by the way that you lean
That you’re fine on your own now
Giving it up
I
in a garden
Or in a crowded avenue
You are here so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
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