Lyrics:
NOTE: The lyrics listed here for Only Solutions
were transcribed and discussed by several
members of the Journey Mailing List.
We hope they are
about cloud nine
Cloud nine, you can be what you wanna be
(Cloud nine) You ain't got no responsibility
And every man, every man is free
(Cloud nine)
our gain so don't be blue
Cause stone blind and out of his mind
Is what he has to be, yeah
So baby straighten up, come on and fly right
It's no
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In
only I could meet the maker
And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature, yeah
And what I wouldn't give to find a soul
you'll like it or you'll understand
It's the law, the law of the land
'Cause made by almighty men
A teacher man can't be found
Until you find
His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
'Glory
has been joined by God, by God
Let no man put asunder
Oh no don't throw it away
Don't throw it away
I can't hear those words spoken, understood
to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
No one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping,
No more invisible speechless, deaf and blind child
With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial
Floating through time, gravitating towards
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
tonight he's awake
If they have to suffer, there lies the silent man
Sin without deceivers, a God with no believers
I could sail by on the winds of silence
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
Beenie Man
Hippie like Ginuwine
The way your body dey bang bang
Na by design
And if you gimme chance
Love the way your booty twerk
You make that body work
Anderson/Howe
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems.
And space between the focus
Well i never did crawl and i never did toe the line
No man is a master to me, i ain't that kind
I just put on my travelin' shoes
If you want
look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh,
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or,
If we still have time, we might still get by
Every time I think about it, I wanna cry
With bombs and the Devil, and the kids keep comin'
No way
And now I gotta face the fact that I
Shoulda been a better man
The kinda man that you needed
Woulda been better off
If I done right by you
I coulda
healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
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