Lyrics:
only this one contrary grump (one hand clapping) impossible to reunite. Live, the present moment burns.
I will never stop singing this song. It goes
HEAD-CASE
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright: 2015
VERSE I
It's like I'm living in this little box
One day you're in it, then the next
But I'm up taking wing
I'm not suffering from this loss
I'm emboldened by every crucible
Consumption is king
Burn everything
Wasting wanting
Feed
the blu-u-ues
Look at all those idiots
Mr. Burns, you, you make Muddy Waters
Sound shallow and cheerful by comparison
An office full of morons
Thank
I owe it to keep on going
Like a life of the bars don't cease
I'll give an arm and a leg
One deep, while I'm draggin' this beat to a depth
I'm
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"
Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this
Slow it down, yeah
Been tryna slow it down
I got too much in my head
Know life is short
It burn like a cigarette
I'm scared to love this town
I know it’s crime to twist her life to fit my own devices
Why’s it so hard to mourn, and then try to learn by this
But lights that burn shortest
relieved that it's over
We were hanging out, going nowhere
Digging how the guitar goes
In a song that no one knows
Did you burn that bridge yourself
relieved that it's over
We were hanging out, going nowhere
Digging how the guitar goes
In a song that no one knows
Did you burn that bridge yourself
Programming: Pavel Rosak
Electric Guitar: Hugh Burns
Bass Guitar: Mo Foster
Strings, Cor Anglais, and Brass Arranged By: Andrew Jackman
Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
up
letting me sit so long man
Damn right
Cheff got that sauce nigga
Nigaas pull up with sticks and banjos
Guitars and shit
Light it up like candles
need, but can't say
Play on my guitar a song you wrote
You make everything sounds so perfect
Even the rain can't pour out this fire
The lyrics just burn
by this fake bliss
But we're gonna burn
'Cause we know we smoke and we never learn
Yeah we lose all control for the joy ride
Living in the high,
Grade A ganja, burn til it's gone
Doja cologne, OG mist on
Calls to return, my to do list long
But I'm unconcerned, but can you do this blunt
Johnny Gore on
stage by his hair"
"Come on guys, give the Gators a hand. I paid two dollars
just to see this ba, ba, band"
"And I ain't gonna let no loser,
now how long this'll last
I'm not gonna think this way
—Nor will I count on others
Close my eyes and feel it burn
—Now I see what I've gotta do
Open
on Jambalaya
Now before I could walk, I had a guitar in my hand
By the time I could talk, I had my own band
I went on the road when I was eight years old
When I
I remember being young, just a little boy
Couldn't wait to grow up, put away my toys
Felt strong enough to take the world on
Air Guitar in my
more
So fast this expidition
So vast this heavy load
With a touch of luck and a sense of need
Seeing the guns and their faces
We look around
more
So fast this expidition
So vast this heavy load
With a touch of luck and a sense of need
Seeing the guns and their faces
We look around
A plea for some comeuppance
Feed the fire
Hope it burns 'til dawn
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
WARRIOR
WRITTEN BY: LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT
KEYSSTRINGS JOHN BLASUCCI
PIANO LARRY KING
GUITARS CHRIS SIEBOLD
GUITARS MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS KHARI
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