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| Celsark | Dec 12 2005, 05:00 PM Post #16 |
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Jealous Guy
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The lyrics of Yes' magnum opus, "Close to the Edge", mean a lot to me. I suppose I ought to have shared why. It might take a few reads to understand the meaning, but you will be enlightened when you find the things hidden in between the said remarks. I. The Solid Time Of Change Anderson/Howe A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour. And assessing points to nowhere, leading ev'ry single one. A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun, And take away the plain in which we move, And choose the course you're running. Down at the edge, round by the corner, Not right away, not right away. Close to the edge, down by a river, Not right away, not right away. Crossed the line around the changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the corner. Close to the edge, just by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. Now that it's all over and done, Now that you find, now that you're whole. II. Total Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand. There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand. Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see, As armoured movers took approach to overlook the sea. There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known. Guessing problems only to deceive the mention, Passing paths that climb halfway into the void. As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain. Down at the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by a river. Seasons will pass you by. I get up, I get down. III. I Get Up, I Get Down Anderson/Howe In her white lace You can clearly see the lady sadly looking. Saying that she'd take the blame For the crucifixion of her own domain. I get up, I get down, I get up, I get down. Two million people barely satisfy. Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late. The eyes of honesty can achieve. How many millions do we deceive each day? [Thru the duty she would coil their said amusement of her story asking only interest could be laid upon the children of her domain] I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. In charge of who is there in charge of me. Do I look on blindly and say I see the way? The truth is written all along the page. How old will I be before I come of age for you? I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, so it seems. And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love. As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above. Ah, ah. Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space, He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race. I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place. On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley, Called to witness cycles only of the past. And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark. Close to the edge, down by the river. Down at the end, round by the corner. Seasons will pass you by, Now that it's all over and done, Called to the seed, right to the sun. Now that you find, now that you're whole. Seasons will pass you by, I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. I get up, I get down. |
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| St. Thomas | Dec 22 2005, 11:50 AM Post #17 |
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i love katie
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"Shelter from the Storm" Bob Dylan 'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail, Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair. She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed. Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love. Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an' she gave me a lethal dose. I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine. If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." What the fuck. How amazing is that? |
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| Aqueronte | Dec 22 2005, 01:26 PM Post #18 |
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Helen Wheels
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It's one of my favourtie songs by the Kinks. First time I listened to it I laughed (it still makes me smile), I never expected the turn at the ending. It's just Ray Davies showing his creativity for writing. The Kinks- Mr. Pleasant. Oh Mr Pleasant, how is Mrs Pleasant? I hope the world is treating you right, And your head's in the air, And you're feeling so proud, 'Cause you're such a success, And the whole wide world is on your side, hey hey. How are you today? People say Mr Pleasant is good, Mr Pleasant is kind, Mr Pleasant's okay, Mr Pleasant don't mind. As long as Mr Pleasant's all right, hey hey. How are you today? How's your father, how's your mother? How's your sister, how's your brother? How's your brand, new limousine, Twenty-four inch TV screen? Did you like prosperity More than you liked poverty? Life is easier, so much easier, Life is easier now. Oh Mr Pleasant, how is Mrs Pleasant? Did you know she was flirting around With another young man, And he's taking her out When you have to work late? And it's not so pleasant after all, hey hey. How are you today? People say Mr Pleasant is good, Mr Pleasant is kind, Mr Pleasant's okay, Mr Pleasant don't mind. As long as Mr Pleasant's all right, hey hey. How are you today? Mr Pleasant is good, Mr Pleasant is kind, Mr Pleasant's okay. Nope. It's not so pleasant. |
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| St. Thomas | Dec 22 2005, 08:26 PM Post #19 |
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i love katie
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Remember John Lennon Remember when you were young? How the hero was never hung Always got away Remember how the man Used to leave you empty handed? Always, always let you down If you ever change your mind About leaving it all behind Remember, remember, today And don't feel sorry The way it's gone And don't you worry 'Bout what you've done Just remember when you were small How people seemed so tall Always had their way Do you remember your Ma and Pa Just wishing for movie stardom Always, always playing a part If you ever feel so sad And the whole world is driving you mad Remember, remember, today And don't feel sorry 'Bout the way it's gone And don't you worry 'Bout what you've done No, no, remember, remember The fifth of November |
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| Celsark | Dec 22 2005, 08:49 PM Post #20 |
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Jealous Guy
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These are some of Yes' most inspiring lyrics, for me. It is basically a tale of change, told through various perspectives. Perpetual Change Anderson/Squire I see the cold mist in the night And watch the hills roll out of sight. I watch in ev'ry single way, Inside out, outside in, ev'ry day. The sun can warm the coldest dawn And move the movement on the lawn. I learn in ev'ry single day, Inside out, outside in, ev'ry way. And there you are, Making it out but you're sure that it is a star, And all you see Is an illusion shining out in front of me, And then you'll say Even in time we shall control the day, When what you'll see Deep inside base controlling you and me. And one peculiar point I see, As one of many ones of me. As truth is gathered, I rearrange, Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in, Perpetual change. And there you are, Saying we have the moon, so now the stars, When all you see Is near disaster gazing down on you and me, And there you're standing, Saying we have the whole world in our hands, When all you'll see, Deep inside the world's controlling you and me. You'll see perpetual change. You'll see perpetual change. And there you are, Making it pit but you're sure that it is a star, And all you see It's an illusion shining out in front of me, And then you'll say Even in time we shall control the day, When all you see Deep inside base controlling you and me. As mist and sun are both the same, We look on as pawns of their game. They move to testify the day, Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in, All of the way. Ah, Ah. |
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| Kira | Dec 23 2005, 06:08 AM Post #21 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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Donovan - Mellow Yellow I'm just mad about Saffron. A-Saffron's mad about me. I'm-a just mad about Saffron. She's just mad about me. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow. I'm just mad about Frontine. A-Frontine's mad about me. I'm-a just mad about-a Frontine. A-She's just mad about me. They call me Mellow Yellow. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow. Born-a high forever to fly. Wind-a velocity nil. Born-a high forever to fly. If you want your cup, I will fill. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow. So mellow yellow.. Electrical banana Is gonna be a sudden craze. Electrical banana Is bound to be the very next phase. They call it Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow. Saffron, yeah. I'm just-a mad about her. I'm-a just-a mad about-a Saffron. She's just mad about me. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow, Quite rightly. They call me Mellow Yellow. Oh, so yellow.. Oh, so mellow |
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| luving_lennon | Dec 23 2005, 06:50 AM Post #22 |
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Gerard Way <3
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Blue, Red and Grey - The Who Some people seem so obsessed with the morning Get up early just to watch the sun rise Some people like it more when there's fire in the sky Worship the sun when it's high Some people go for those sultry evenings Sipping cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day I like every second, so long as you are on my mind Every moment has its special charm It's all right when you're around, rain or shine I know a crowd who only live after midnight Their faces always seem so pale And then there's friends of mine who must have sunlight They say a suntan never fails I know a man who works the night shift He's lucky to get a job and some pay And I like every minute of the day I dig every second I can laugh in the snow and rain I get a buzz from being cold and wet The pleasure seems to balance out the pain And so you see that I'm completely crazy I even shun the south of France The people on the hill, they say I'm lazy But when they sleep, I sing and dance Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day I like every minute of the day |
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| Kira | Dec 23 2005, 06:51 AM Post #23 |
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...:0 Yes. Yes yes yes. Yes. Blue, Red and Grey. Maddy, thanks for posting that. |
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| luving_lennon | Dec 23 2005, 07:13 AM Post #24 |
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Gerard Way <3
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I knew that you'd appreciate that post. =3 |
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| TheSmashedGuitar | Dec 23 2005, 11:02 PM Post #25 |
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Love Will Tear Us Apart, Again
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Sympathy For The Devil-The Roll Stones Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game I stuck around St. Petersberg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the Blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah What's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the Gods they made I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadors Who get killed before they reached Bombay (Bombay is the word I found listed on all of the lyrics pages I found, but the actual lyric on the soundtrack sounds as if it has more syllables than that, to me - DA) Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, baby guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah |
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| Kira | Dec 24 2005, 06:58 AM Post #26 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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w00t w000! Sympathy is the best Stones song, period. (and the piano rox ya) |
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| Kira | Dec 24 2005, 07:04 AM Post #27 |
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Hate me, do it and do it again.
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<you>The Who - Long Live Rock</you> Down at the Astoria the scene was changing, Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating, We were the first band to vomit in the bar, And find the distance to the stage too far, Meanwhile it's getting late at ten o'clock, Rock is dead they say, Long live rock. Long live rock, I need it every night, Long live rock, come on and join the line, Long live rock, be it dead or alive. People walk in sideways pretending that they're leaving, We put on our makeup and work out all the lead-ins, Jack is in the alley selling tickets made in Hong Kong, Promoter's in the pay box wondering where the band's gone, Back in the pub the governor stops the clock, Rock is dead, they say, Long live rock. Long live rock, I need it every night, Long live rock, come on and join the line, Long live rock, be it dead or alive. Landslide, rocks are falling, Falling down 'round our very heads, We tried but you were yawning, Look again, rock is dead, rock is dead, rock is dead. The place is really jumping to the high-watt amps, 'Til a 20-inch cymbal fell and cut the lamps, In the blackout they dance right into the aisle, And as the doors fly open even the promoter smiles, Someone takes his pants off and the rafters knock, Rock is dead, they say, Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock. Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock, Long live rock, long live rock, long live rock. Long live rock, I need it every night, Long live rock, come on and join the line, Long live rock, be it dead or alive. |
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| RainInAPaperCup | Dec 24 2005, 08:17 AM Post #28 |
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This Boy
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Two words: Desolation Row Bob Dylan They're selling postcards of the hanging, They're painting the passports brown. The beauty parlor is filled with sailors; The circus is in town. Here comes the blind commissioner, They've got him in a trance. One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, The other is in his pants. And the riot squad they're restless, They need somewhere to go. As Lady and I look out tonight, From Desolation Row. Cinderella, she seems so easy. "It takes one to know one," she smiles, And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis style. And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You Belong to Me I Believe." And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend, You better leave." And the only sound that's left, After the ambulances go, Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row. Now the moon is almost hidden. The stars are beginning to hide. The fortunetelling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel, And the hunchback of Notre Dame. Everybody is making love, Or else expecting rain. And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing. He's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight, On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window, For her I feel so afraid. On her twenty-second birthday, She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic, She wears an iron vest. Her profession's her religion, Her sin is her lifelessness. And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow, She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood, With his memories in a trunk, Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk. He looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette, Then he went off sniffing drainpipes, And reciting the alphabet. Now, you would not think to look at him, But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin, On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup. But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up. Now his nurse, some local loser, She's in charge of the cyanide hole. And she also keeps the cards that read "Have Mercy on His Soul". They all play on penny whistles, You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains, They're getting ready for the feast. The Phantom of the Opera, In a perfect image of a priest. They're spoonfeeding Casanova, To get him to feel more assured. Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words. And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get Outa Here If You Don't Know, Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agents, And the superhuman crew, Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do. Then they bring them to the factory, Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune. The Titanic sails at dawn. And everybody's shouting, "Which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot, Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them, And fishermen hold flowers. Between the windows of the sea, Where lovely mermaids flow. And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday. (About the time the door knob broke.) When you asked how I was doing, Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention, Yes, I know them, they're quite lame. I had to rearrange their faces, And give them all another name. Right now, I can't read too good, Don't send me no more letters, no. Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row |
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| Kira | Dec 24 2005, 08:57 AM Post #29 |
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A hidden Who gem, post-Keith. <you>The Who - How Can You Do It Alone?</you> Saw a man about fifty or so He looked lonely but his eyes were bright He was walking up the Holland Park Road And I stopped him to ask for a light He practacally froze when I spoke But eased when he saw my cigarette Then I saw as he lit up my smoke Beneath his coat he was naked and wet With eyes full of shame For he knew that I knew He slumped to the wall with a moan I said "I know there's no name For what you go through But how can you do it alone." I crossed the street to the local newstore Flicked through some cheap magazines Beside me some schoolkid I saw Push some girlie mags down into his jeans The shop girl was watching amazed Asked me to call for the police. She screamed at his blushing young face And he escaped into the streets. With eyes full of shame [etc.] Do it alone, how can you do it alone, I need your help, so I can do it by myself. Do it alone, don't have to breathe down a phone I ain't got a clue, 'bout the things that you do But how...can you do it alone. How can you do it. Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower And wasn't too keen on me sharing She came out well after an hour And by that time I was past caring Some women it seems have the knack Of attaining that stars in their dreams They simply relax and lay back While people like us scratch our jeans. With eyes full of shame And I know it must show I slump - and I fall and I groan Will somebody explain What I need to know How can you do it alone. How can you do it. How can you do it without any help How can you do it all by yourself. |
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| St. Thomas | Dec 24 2005, 09:43 AM Post #30 |
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i love katie
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You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go Bob Dylan I've seen love go by my door It's never been this close before Never been so easy or so slow. I been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right it's wrong Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Dragon clouds so high above I've only known careless love, It always has hit me from below. But this time around it's more correct Right on target, so direct, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Purple clover, Queen Anne lace, Crimson hair across your face, You could make me cry if you don't know. Can't remember what I was thinkin' of You might be spoilin' me too much, love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy, Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme, Blue river runnin' slow and lazy, I could stay with you forever And never realize the time. Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad. Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud. But there's no way I can compare All them scenes to this affair, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin', Stayin' far behind without you. Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin', Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to. I'll look for you in old Honolulu, San Francisco, Ashtabula, Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know. But I'll see you in the sky above, In the tall grass, in the ones I love, Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go. |
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