After the music of the rock and roll show I started walking out nowhere special to go I heard someone singing in a voice so sad This is what I heard her
Couldn't get to sleep last night Missing you so much, it hurts Missing your company All the things you mean to me, girl Baby, won't you please come home
Does the world seem good to you? Does the music get to you? Does the wisdom of your heart Show you how to play your part? All my blond and twilight
When the angostura runs a little low And your gin has lost that soft and roosy glow And time is rushing by, but it seems slow Just live dangerously once
When it comes to discussing bananas, I am moved to extravagant praise; For the banana is firm and substantial, And may be used in a number of ways. With
I guess I'm feeling old today I can't get in the mood to play Oh no feeling low And things have got to change, oh yeah 'Cause there's no point and there
Ballbearing blues Ballbearing blues I'm gonna sing you some red herring news If you don't wear shoes You'll have no shoes to lose And that's the end of
You're safe and you're warm Got a break from the storm And it's visiting time in the past And you've just reached the part Where you're losing your heart
yo listen up here's a story about a little guy that lives in a blue world and all day and all night and everything he sees is just blue like him inside
Everything you do is true as long as you believe it And everything you say is play and that's how you should treat it And everyone is high until there
Champagne Cowboy Blues. By Kevin Ayers. Champagne, Getting high again, Makes me think of you, Sunshine and this crazy wine, There is loving too, I
Champagne and valium - half-hearted kisses; Lord, won't you tell me What kind of breakfast this is. God said, cool it, boy, you've sure got a nerve..
Living in the city seems To fill me with trepidation Fills me with trepidation inside Too much big business And too little celebration Too little celebration
Sitting on the beach like clarence in wonderland I had a dream and I know you will understand Riding up the beach, it only took a moment Along came a
Have you seen miss clarietta Riding round on her lambretta On the mountainside Looking out for friendly faces Peering out of mountain places Waiting for
I don't understand anymore As I grow older Nothing seems to be clearer Than before, um hum Old shoulders Become cold shoulders Nothing left to dream
White is the colour of night When there's nobody there, And you sit in your chair, Getting drunk on despair. Red is the colour it's said That can drive
