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Albums:

Parachute [German Bonus Tracks] (The Pretty Things) · Parachute (The Pretty Things) · Parachute [40th Annivesary Edition] (The Pretty Things) · Parachute (The Pretty Things) · Even Heroes Need a Parachute (This Beautiful Republic) · Parachute EP (Matthew Koma) · Playtime Parachute Fun (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Parachute (Guster) · Parachute EP (Matthew Koma) · Wild Zone: The Essential Parachute Club (The Parachute Club) – and 26 other albums »


Sylvia's kissing crosses 
Crying for her mother 
Guarded by her father 
Swears that She hears voices 

I could think of a way 
If I only stay
I'm hanging by a thread, I'm waiting for you call
My hands are turning red
I'm hanging by a thread, I thought I had it all
My parachute's in shreds

All
That isn't what
What you see

I took time to realize
That I couldn't do it by myself
Myself

There's no gravity
When you're next to me
You
Sylvia was struck by lightning 
While reading in bed one night 
She’d left the window open
And the storm caught her by surprise
For days she lay
Would we pass by?

Like parachutes and air balloons
Or satellites and lonely moons
We'd still be drifting far apart
But thank the stars we are entwined
bought a little from my brother's friend
Yeah, well just to get me by
I don't trust his cut
The effect's never as high as the markup
I think I'll print
Very old friend 
Came by today 
As he was telling everyone in town 
Of all the love that he'd just found 

And Marie's the name (of his latest
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor

written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)

Darling, been
and bright
You could treat your honey right
?Cause Sylvia's would burn all night

The people there were really something
(You know that's right)
The last night of the fair 
By the big wheel generator 
A boy is stabbed 
And his money is grabbed 
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine
When you play by the rules of the world
The world will rule you!
When you play by the rules of the divine
You will rule the world
Bring back
Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor

written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)

Darling, been
I've been waiting many hours
By the silent moon
In the wild, the jungle flower
Your toxic perfume

Tell my friends I'm gone, it's true
I've past
She's like skydiving without a parachute
And girl, I'm falling, I'm falling into you

We got to dancing, drinking all night long
She said, ?don't quit
with dreams never woken at night by the sound of guns
Like a child that's born on a moonless night
Like a child that's born, we parachute down
hound fell by your gun

Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun

I'd hate to drop in a parachute
You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
He impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire
Was America's
You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman's son
He got himself in the movies
He impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire
Was America's
my efeblum
Then passed Ernst's mausoleum defended by a rook
Who shot a look so virulent it pierced me like a hook
The palaver of Solipsists
by just how right you really are 

You show me naked ladies
Cause that’s what I like, that’s what I like
Right now you make me feel so wanted
It’s
the song enough
To shake this institution, it's a she-volution

Can't
(Can't)
Just fly by
Gotta knock, knock on the sky

We can't
(Can't)
Just fly
bought a little from my brother's friend,
Yeah, well just to get me by.
I don't trust his cup,
The effect's never as high as the markup.
I think I'll
your blouse.

Tell me why you lied and what it is you do to keep your eyes all shiny.

In the rollercoaster din, by the parachutes in saddle shoes
My love is a fever
My love is a fable
My love is jazz licks
Improvised by toddlers
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme
And firelight

My love is
felt their claws obstruct and refuse refugees in the new Rome
Lock our voices in the oven like s-Sylvia at home
My eyes are on the world, and my hands