Lyrics:
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
What rubs against your skin and is pulled taut by circumstance or chance
What loses altitude and finds itself wrapped tight around your hands
What
goodbye
But then I saw her start to cry
We danced by the light
Of her video screen
She looked me in the eye
And said: "Why me?"
On any given night
Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won't let
Im looking out the window
Im waitin at the door
To see if youll be coming by
The way you did before
The way you did before
You told me you
there were none
People say that when the moon is full and all the stars have gone to bed
You can see her ghost but that's a lie because the naughty
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
These are my people
This is a land where my forefathers lie
These are my people
In brotherhood, we're heirs of a creed to live by
A creed that
Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place
By your leave, we will sing concerning our king
Our king is well dressed, in the silks
Joy, health, love, and peace be all here in this place
By your leave, we will sing concerning our king
Our king is well dressed, in the silks
good luck
Cuddle up angel, cuddle up my little dove
We'll ride down, baby, into this tunnel of love
Well, I can feel the soft silk of your blouse
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged
lying there
And all around her feet flowers bloomed
But they were made of silk and sequins two by two
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all
help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston Town
There are people there, who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
good luck
Cuddle up angel, cuddle up my little dove
We'll ride down, baby, into this tunnel of love
Well, I can feel the soft silk of your blouse
These are my people
This is the land where my forefathers lie
These are my people
In brotherhood, we're heirs of a creed to live by
A creed that
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
igniting my fuse
He was blinded by the blackness of my long silk stockings
He was rocking with an optical illusion
And this ain't how I thought it'd be,
ways to, love you
Underneath sheets of silk I slyly peep at you
The giants and the dwarfs all call the same, Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh my darling there
Words by Frederico Garcia Lorca
On the darkened stage
Parralla maintains
A conversation with death
And the people are
Inhaling her sobs
And in
Down by the old (not the new but the old)
Mill stream (not the river but the stream),
Where I first (not the last but the first)
Met you. (Not me but
She sells sea shells by the seashore
But I know a girl who sells so much more
Queenie Wahine's Papaya rates higher than pineapple, pumpkin or poy
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