Lyrics:
do
But I've got a plan
Why don't you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd
cryin'
Oh, oh, oh, Jamie's cryin'
Now Jamie wouldn't say, "All right"
She knew he'd forget her
And so they said goodnight
Oh and now he's gone
cryin'
Oh, oh, oh, Jamie's cryin'
Now Jamie wouldn't say, "All right"
She knew he'd forget her
And so they said goodnight
Oh and now he's gone
the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
To make their minds up soon.
minarets
Or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
To make
ballerina you should have seen her do the skater's waltz
Some people have got to paint and draw
Harry had to work in clay and stone
Like the waves coming
got his face on
He'd better be some quick change artist
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon
Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's
the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Time.
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair
not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of the day
I'd been building hopes so long
Honey, I must have lost sight of what went wrong
'Cause in sorrow's blinding light today
Baby, it looks like my
Clay
Soul brother, soul boxer, soul man
Salve, Cassius Marcellus Clay
Soul brother, soul boxer, soul man (wait for the lead)
Cassius Clay
(Ih, ih,
Orange juice,
Just thinkin bout that orange orange juice
Orange juice,
Just thinkin bout that orange orange juice
Some peeps
Say orange juice is
Maybe I'd see
How you could be
So certain that we
Had no chance at all
Jamie is over and where can I turn?
Covered with scars I did nothing to earn
Just you and me, sitting by the orange trees
Oh-oh-oh-orange
Oh-oh-oh-orange
Oh-oh-oh-orange
Oh-oh-oh-orange
So far away, from neon lights
I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have
had I loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day
loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who
What now my love, now that you left me
How can I live through another day
Watching my dreams turn into ashes
And all my hopes into bits of clay
Oranges, oranges,
Oranges and graphic design.
The chopping block spends their days, growing
Oranges, and picking oranges,
Then working
light
Now in sight
Evolution Orange
Wondrous flight
Now in sight
Evolution Orange
Patience
The healer and the giver
Patience will deliver
What now my love, now that you've left me
How can I live through another day
Watching my dreams turn to ashes
And my hopes turn to bits of clay
What now my love, now that you've left me
How can I live through another day
Watching my dreams turn to ashes
And my hopes turn to bits of clay
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