I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white
We kill in the world We live in it We live in it Then you smiled crawling as your houses were burning for god Books crawl down from the shelves read
All hail king harry But a whisper of your former self say i Your wives are all dead Sail away say i France can burn While your sons lie warm Come xmas
If you were still around I'd hold you, I'd hold you I'd shake you by the knees Blow hard in both ears If you were still around You could write like a
Never win and never lose There's nothing much to choose Between the right and wrong Nothing lost and nothing gained Still things aren't quite the same
Lady godiva, hair dressed so demurely Pats the head of another curly-haired boy Just another toy Sick with silence she weeps sincerely Saying words that
Words and music: lou reed & john cale It wasn't me who shamed you, it's not fair to say that You wanted to work I gave you a chance at that It wasn't
I've been chasing ghosts and I don't like it I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay down my sword if you would take it And tell everyone
Look at that old man with the broken shoes He could tell you stories he knows how to lose Look at that sweet thing packaged so tight She does things
Words & music by chuck berry Long distance in formation, give me memphis tennessee Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me She could not
Looking for a friend, looking everywhere Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends All those mild mannered friends I've got They're careless
Words: dylan thomas Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat On the silent sea we have
I believe you Mr. Wilson I believe the things you say And I'm always thinking of you When I hear your music play And you know it's true That Wales is
May I help you, Sir? Yes, I'd like to buy a map, please What kind of map? As up-to-date as possible I'm thinking of doing a bit of traveling And I need
In the shadows of the night come the friends of fantasy dancing forward toward The dawn, wrapped in coats of vanity. in the closets in the home hang the
Hooked up on a fishing line, Looking for the break of day I've never been here before anyway Its the line in my feet that's to blame. Settled down in
Sitting 'round, talking 'bout old china and how the ladies hair will go to grey, paying for a speedy revolution, hoping those fine lines will go away.
Momamma Scuba Scuba woman down me slow Scuba woman down me slow Love you, skin turn to slime Hold me slow and dub me down Take me with you, dub me down