Lyrics:
Wimpey dreams,
They eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound
Young man says "you are what you eat" eat well
Old man says "you are what you
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
could
I count the headlights passing by
With every one I find
Another reason why
You'll be sound asleep
And I'll look a fool
How could I be so
the Wimpy dreams
They eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound
Young man says, "You are what you eat", eat well
Old man says, "You are what
Sunday morning
Shadows on the shade
Yellow dusted fingers bent
Through day old lemonade
Sounds of breathing
The birds singing in the trees
I can tell by looking you've got fears in your heart
You're hoping no one else can see
But you can't hide feelings from someone who cares
Open up
Wimpey dreams,
They eat without a sound
Digesting England by the pound
Young man says "you are what you eat" eat well
Old man says "you are what you
By the valley road
The lilacs are growin'
Around the mill
With an old water wheel
In his dusty coat
The river sits dreamin'
Of his true love
dead-end in Dallas
They buried innocence that year
I know it's true, oh so true
'Cause I saw it on TV
We gathered round to hear the sound comin'
to the blue skies
Where no one can reach us
It may sound crazy but just hold on tight,
Never has a love run deeper
Baby my heart is true
Baby my heart
say he travels fastest who travels alone
But tonight I miss my girl mister tonight I miss my home
Is it the sound of the leaves
Left blown by
Oh, you are there, somewhere
And as the years go by we'll stay as true,
What you are for me I'll be for you
And every night I'll say a prayer,
cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
Funeral
(Tommy Collins)
(Spoken)
Let me tell you about a man Tommy Collins
A veteran in country music who interrputed his career by his own choice
Destiny is met
To the depths of human mind
The cry is burning
With the mentor's anger
Of the lesson ringing true
And for those who live by and are
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
of reach
Now you're split in two
And each side still isn't you
And you know how that sounds
But it keeps being true
Robert Lowell
And Sylvia Plath
To me at all
And if my own true love
Were only waiting for me
And if I could hear her heart softly pounding
If only she were lying by me
Then I could
of a girl is true
Kentucky in the morning trimmed in green and blue
Kentucky in the morning I was only passing through
There's a bird that sings
true
If you lose your dreams
You'll know what I'm thinking of
Yeah, blues is king
So let it ring
Surrender do, to the sound so real and true
down by the water
He spins inside my soul
It isn't true but you follow
Just hold me down by the water
They say you look like a believer
Look up
to ground with a helpful sound
Drowned by the cheer from the shore
Oh, we wonder what for
The people swarm through the darkening storm
Gather everything
Ohh! Stat Quo! Here we go!
C'mon, c'mon! You ready? (Ha)
Let's do it, man (Uh, uh, uh, uh-uhh)
Shady, Aftermath
(Sound, without focus, is just
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