Lyrics:
homeward-bound
Can't you hear them hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
of lying like this
There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss
Branded a leper because you don't fit
In the land of the free you just live by your
his past
He talked about his younger years and a life just as fast
They were looking for a fool's gold buried deep inside the ground
Well, if they had
In your arteries pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners with coroners and karma on em
Colors corresponding to gangs upon us
Fat guy jets by, bony in a Zodiac
Picking up trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack
All-night boys in the Piccadilly Arcade
Boozy losers
I've looking for sometimes
Searching for a love that's right
I've looking out
looking love
looking everywhere I go
I don't care what people say
I 'm
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
There's a pink world
Comin' down
Yeah, there's a pink world
Comin' down
In a quite little village by the sea
I hear the calling and it calls for you
wonder why we don't get ahead as life keeps up passin' us by
We keep a looking for things that we can't find ans keep on wondering why
Everybody I know...
for me and you
I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister
coattails?
You can't buy none that if it was wholesale
They wan' pull out cameras at hotels
Sell that shit for a dime, I pay they whole bills
You sold ten
of niggas all change for the payment promise it's different with mine
Promise we get it in time
I mean I mean I mean
Put your palms to the sky we gon' reach
me in your city, somewhere out in your hood (uh, uh)
Just say
Smile for me daddy
What you looking at?
Let me see ya grill
Let you see my what?
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
for cute little divos
Or rich city guys, who just want to enjoy (uh)
By having a very good time
And behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's
now.
Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time.
You made a rebel of a careless man's
strumming on that old guitar
And we, were looking for the northern stars
And midnight played like a drive in scene
You were doing Liz Taylor
I was doing
You can own this city
You have everything you need
All it takes is all you got
Life don't ask you if you're ready or not
You can own this city
have been listening to is a one-act play in eight parts by G. G. Dunnett for eighteen albatrosses and reservoir. The part of Old Bill was played by
the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She picking all the wrong ones
And she's looking for the right one in the wrong place
You remember her face? The prettiest
real?
We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield
Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill
Write wills for my seeds, to live
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
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