It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeers And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate
Ama la tierra en que naciste, Ama las una y nada mas A la mujer que te pario, Ama las una y nada mas Ama la tierra en que naciste, Ama las una y nada
Love came to my door with a sleeping roll And a madman's soul he thought for sure I'd seen him Dancing up a river in the dark Looking for a woman to court
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the
In my solitude You haunt me With dreadful ease Of days gone by In my solitude You taunt me With memories That never die I sit in my chair And filled
The big man arrives Disco dancers greet him Plainclothes cops greet him Small town, big man Fresh lipstick glistening Sophomore jive From victims of
I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread The able bodied have shipped away Molly McGee gets her tea leaves read You'll be married in a month they say These leaves
Verse 1 No matter where you go, I'm right behind There ain't a secret place that I can't find If you look in your heart of hearts, you'll find me there
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders, through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the
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like a sequel Been down and up, so I'm roundin' up Mad troops new recruits O G's and up Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks In foreign
Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace... You may
I've been so many places in my life and time I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme I've acted out my life in stages With ten thousand
Long white arms, Losing their strength and form. Sixty year man on twenty year old skin. Skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth. Look to your father
We were married on a rainy day The sky was yellow And the grass was gray We signed the papers And we drove away I do it for your love The rooms were
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