Lyrics:
Before...
did life mean anything before your day,
was I contented in my way?
Sweet feelings are stealing over me
I'm feeling this is how I want to be
Just a little room or two can more than do a little man and wife
That's if they're contented with the little things in life
Living on a larger
what there is to bring
Lead my Lollard to and fro
And gently in a ring
Put the chair upon the grass
Bring Rody and his hounds
That I might contented
interlude.
I'm not wanted I'm so all alone;
Always haunted
By the dreams I own;
But, though Im tormented
I must be contented
Driftin' Dreamin'
In
Get out of town
Before it's too late my love
Get out of town
Be good to me please
Why wish me harm
Why not retire to a farm
And be contented
having you here
How does a whole week of Heaven become
Hell on a Saturday night
We can't be contented just getting along
Does the makin' up make it
microwave transmissions
They bombard us every day,
The masses are obsequious,
Contented in their sleep,
The vortex of their minds ensconced within
fashionable
[Chorus]
For reasons that are not mysterious
Morality's used as a tool
The poor are told to be contented
But in this life they've no choice
and the bad, I'd live them once again
But I'd never be contented
With a family and a ring
Better open your window
I'm a bird on the wing
Oh, I want to go
seems
On that we could be contented
With the good things that we've gained
But in the end we're empty handed
Just because we need the world
and dedication as a vehement brew
The world hates us, well we hate them too
But you're exempted of course if you
Come and join us
Independent, self-contented
Why must you treat me as if I were only a friend
What have I done that's made you so different and cold
Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented
Automatons with business suits clinging black boxes,
Sequestering the blueprints of daily life
Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning
We forget we once were free!
And the average swain
Would be contented in his chains
Were it not for complainers like me
Throw the book
I'm up
transmissions they bombard us every day.
The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep.
The vortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep.
So what
Get out of town
Before it's too late, my love
Get out of town
Be good to me, please
Why wish me harm?
Why not retire to a farm?
And be contented
Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
What have I done that makes you so diff'rent and cold
Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented
of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor.
He heard the whistle blowing in a dreamy sort of way,
The hobo seemed contented, for he smiled there where he
contented with kisses that you steal
Unloved unwanted I've never been so blue
I know that I should leave but I don't want to
[ steel ]
I have your name...
Get out of town,
Before it's too late, my love
Get out of town,
Be good to me please
Why wish me harm?
Why not retire to a farm?
And be contented
man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like
the years go by
That life is ending, you seem contented
While the graveside flowers die
I call 'em yours, you call 'em mine
Nothing makes silence like
interlude.
I'm not wanted I'm so all alone;
Always haunted
By the dreams I own;
But, though Im tormented
I must be contented
Driftin' Dreamin'
In
of the evening
The horse seemed contented
And the man used the time just to think.
And in the cold winds of winter
He's drawn to the barn
By some
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