My girl could break my heart And tear my soul apart, but I Couldn't see myself living in a world Without her She's a tear, she's a scream Takes me high
Oh the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind 'Fore the hurricane begins
How come when I got the ace of hearts Ya always draw the ace of spades How's it when your best friend Brings you lillies on your birthday Hey how come
The night stank of diesel And a stranger came to town A cold wind blowing And the rain pouring down Street lights flicker And the power lines moan The
Below the Pont Mirabeau Slow flows the Seine And all out loves together Must I recall again Joy would always follow After pain Hands holding hands Let
Voici une histoire D'un homme cajun Amadie Adouin Etat son nom Avec sa guitare Et avec sa voix Amadie Adouin Etait le roi Here is the story Of a Cajun
Sometimes I wonder who's making love to you now Now that it's been so long Yes sometimes I wonder who's making love to you now Now that it's been so long
4 O'Clock in the morning When the ambulance arrived 4 O'Clock in the morning When the ambulance arrived The blue lights were flashing As they lay my baby
The snakes they can crawl And the cheetahs they can bawl And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter But if you are so proud As to say that's not allowed
I just want to see you When you're all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it
Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool And a strange tale I'll impart to ye Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill 'Neath the burial chambers
The Shaman came a calling He was howling at the moon He offered me a vision On the end of a silver spoon He said he'd give me dreams That all were in
The dawn shines her light To scare off the night And the sun from his slumber is woken The bells are ringing out As the town crier shouts Words too strong
The hour's late and the lights are low I'm walking home just kicking stones I waited at the deopt you never showed You missed the last bus hours ago I
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream The girl from the Wadi Hammamat Lovely as a green parakeet I awake alone again In the desert of my dreams A
In the big city Where the lights are low Cold dirty ground Where the rivers don't flow Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away In the big city Where
Tosspint rises early Sprung from a nightmare's claw Thrice crows the dawn cock The mist is on the moor Tosspint cries from croaking gills Thank God I'
Too many sad days Too many Tuesday mornings I thought of you today I wished it was yesterday morning I thought of you today I dreamt you were dressed
