Lyrics:
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were
I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures;
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We
something about a military coup and I frowned about it
And then I took a sip from my brew and looked out at the view from my room in England
I don't care
A thousand glass eyes were staring
In a cellar full of antique dolls
I found an old piano
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While
should respect it, select it
I'm never ever wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New
Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But you travel along singing a song
Side by side
Oh we don't know what's coming
of Sports
I go to Japan, with plans to slam (aight)
I go to Spain and England, with knowledge to bring them
(crazy knowledge) I go to Holland,
No interviews, channel four, see me on the news
Erase your message walk streets with my cellular phone
Address you wonder, don't try to catch me
I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We still
have missed my stop
But I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We'll face this new England like we always have
In a fury of denial
I was lost in trouble and strife, I heard a voice and it changed my life
And now it's a brand new day, and I ain't afraid to say
You're not alone
wack or reject it
Challenge BDP it get's dissed, expect it
I travel the nation by mostly plane
I travel New York by either cab or the train
Some say that
Took a trip from New York City out to San Jose
Met my lady at the station, went to Frisco Bay
Saw the lights, enjoyed the bounty
Crossed the Golden
england, je ne suis pas de france ich bin nicht von deutschland and I can't dance well I could saay california it means nothing to me. I despise nationality
would just do one!
So Travel Light, Travel Hard, Full-fill your inspirations and you'll go far
So Travel light go yo! and Travel Hard
So Travel Light,
my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt, I like crackin' brews with bitches
On the porch, on the porch
Smokin' reefa
Hm yeah
I woke up early Saturday morning sick off Rhemy and brews
Wit a hang over from blues
Hurl
missions sail
In the headlines, in the fray
World's events in disarray
Catchy tunes to stories grey
Singing the news of today
In the sea where tensions brew
I was born in England
Lived here all my life
Got a three bedroom house in the suburbs
With my two kids and one good life
Went to university and got
no object my dreams I can grab them
Travel the world and meet lots of girls
Drink some good wine and have me a time
I'd to Ireland, Denmark, England
Something bout Texas,
Or a big Wyoming sky.
A California sunset
Or a Las Vegas night.
How bout a Montana plain,
Or a Florida beach,
New England in
prefer New England seasons
and my vision's getting clear
Forget me and my troubles
Don't pretend you miss this face
This is the last time I'll be writin'
ghetto love
Homies around smoking Newports 'till the brew drunk short
You can travel the world can't find a place like home
With a crib on the front
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