Lyrics:
charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold and her hair like wind
She said don't look back just come
charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, "don't look back, just come on, Jim"
Oh,
Memory lane is just a dirt road on the Mesa
When the daytime moon-reverie makes you relive
Another man's life in a little house by the seaside
Where
children watched as the soldiers marched by, all the birds fell like frogs from the sky, prostrate in the streets every crescent moon, lonesome offspring
and it's philharmonic, bewitching our young guys
"Whats Gone Wrong?"
We no longer seek light to give us power
That voice gets hushed by the rush
An old love called and said she wanted to chat
My voice froze up at just the thought of that
I tried to track the orbits of all the thoughts in my
has long been gone away
Rolling out into oblivion as the singers voices fade
Walk, walk with me now, in a valley of the stars
By the light of moon, may
I was sittin' by the road, my head in a cloud
Wishin' that I had some wings
Wishin' for a scooter, a-wishin' for a train
Or any kin' o' movin'
you want to kiss me?"
This goes on halfway across the cobbled bridge
Driver pulls ahead, gets out by the construction fence
Ambles towards him
the half moon sky
Rolls out in shades of blue
I'm raw anticipation
Of our rhythmic rendezvous
Loving the gift of the loving I get
And the loving I
Words long gone
Lost on journeys we walked on
Lost are voices heard along the way
Sorry for
Never going by your door
Never feeling love like that
came and with eyes so blue,
a monument of beauty she was
The white covered world was peaceful
and she arrived like the mist before dawn
A dreamlike
I-65, Illinois moon.
A voice in my ear saying,
"you're the fool".
No-it's all in your mind...
Well, I'm not moving forward tonight...
I'm falling
The rambler has nowhere to go, when he reached the end
The moon colours all shadows blue, he still is alone out there
Far away from a lonely garden,
Blues
Before there was Cab Calloway
Before the whips the ships
And all the tragedy
Before we were stripped of Knowledge
Of our cultural anatomy
You could
charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, "don't look back, just come on, Jim"
Oh,
you
Third
Make sure they live by the word
Fourth
Make sure they voice go unheard
Fifth
Never let em think for themselves
Sixth
Try to put em all in
These are, by far
More precious than gold
When the day is new
When the sky is blue
When I think of you
The good stuff, sure enough
Sweet rhythm, clever
Here's a little ditty that we all know and sing.
We share it with our families and let our voices ring.
It also has some actions they're really fun
Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed, a wooden palette smeared with reds and gray s and blues. Dipped my brush into the paint, traced
god made
my moon my sunshine
no one can say
we break
we put in stand by
my mind go cra(zy)
when i
see you with that guy
i think i getting paranoid
bombs like my first name was Drew
I ain’t repping no blood i ain’t repping no blue
I’m fly like a bird and I’m sick like the flu
Live in the hills
own trial
But I passed in style
Talking to strangers in a bar I'd never been before
About how the moon falls around the Earth
Like how I fall around my
dial anymore, lie any
He was impressed by the, loveliness of her hair
Delicate mouth
Her, soft blue eyes
Aye, colder than the seasons change
This shit is
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