Lyrics:
All men are bored with other men's lies
I listened and I heard music in a word
And words when you played your guitar
The noise that I was hearing
All men are bored with other men's lies
I listened and I heard music in a word
And words when you played your guitar
The noise that I was hearing
Arnold Palmer (those are good)
In the other room, watchin' C-Span with E. Dan
Layin' down a baseline, doin' drums with his free hand (how the hell does
we're apart
You wander down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now the stardust of yesterday
The music of the years
hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!
Christine, Christine why, why?
(RAOUL and GIRY
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Friends I used to know are coming by
To ask me if my situation's high
'Cause sometimes I just stare at the sky
Up is
a Christmas day!
Music by Eddy Arnold
with lyrics by Jenny Lou Carson, 1949
beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let
Yeah, I got a question, after the show
After the set, after the music stops, what's next?
Are we just writing songs or are we concerned
With
of me
Let the music play
When I'm hanging by a thread
And I've got nothing to give
Let the music play
Let the music play
There's no way
walled tires
Let's go out cruisin' like we used to do
Get suited down let's set the town on fire
Jump out your seat and let the music pull you through
skin tight jeans
And my shirt with the ketchup stains
I've got a hole in my pocket
And the world by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got
you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in
drum lead the big parade
All on a Mardi Gras Day
All you could hear the people say was ooo bah lea
Say tu wey pocky wey
The bugle came down
down by the bandstand to watch him while he played
He was Frankie's man but she was far away
He sang every song to the redhead she smiled back at him
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Don't worry about my politics
They are what they are
I work best when I get some rest
Right now I'm in a bar
I'm gonna grab her by her ponytail
I'm gonna sling her around and around
When she wakes up she'll know she met up
With mad Mrs. Leroy Brown
Well
school
Being taught the golden rule
And by the time another year has gone around
It may be his turn to lay his life down
Can you blame the voice
Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say hello to friends you know
And everyone you meet
Ho, ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
(Maybach Music)
Oh I see how this shit go now
I see how these niggas movin'
It's not a problem
I can adapt to it
Check
When you get a lil'
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
came in the mail
A scale and some Arm & Hammer
Soul-gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers
Stack of question with no answers
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
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