i could have been a sailor, i could have been a cook a real live lover, could have been a book i could have been a signpost, could have been a clock as simple as a kettle, steady as a rock i could be here and now i would be, i should be but how? i could have been one of these things first i could have been one of these things first i could have been your pillar, i could have been your door i could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more could have been your statue, could have been your friend a whole long lifetime could have been the end i could be yours so true i would be, i should be through and through i could have been one of these things first i could have been one of these things first i could have been a whistle, could have been a flute a real live giver, could have been a boot i could have been a signpost, could have been a clock as simple as a kettle, steady as a rock i could be even here i would be, i should be so near i could have been one of these things first i could have been one of these things first
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My cheeks were reflecting the longest wavelength My fan was folded up and grazing my forehead And I kept touching my neck To guide your eye to where I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone. My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra shaking rain off her stripes And the rivulets had you riveted to the places that I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone And then we can do anything we want And then we can do anything we want And then we can do anything we want We started out sipping the water And now we try to swallow the wave And we try not to let those bastards get us down We don't worry anymore cause we know when the guff comes we get brave After all, look around It's happening, it's happening, it's happening now Let's pretend we're eight years old playing hookey I'll draw on the wall and you can play UFC rookie Then we'll grow up Take our clothes off And you remind me that I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone And then we can do anything we want And then we can do anything we want And then we can do anything we want And then we can do anything we want
Just listened to the new Mumford and Sons. Here's what I was thinking........ which I actually saw in 1964
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My sister... My sister... My sister. I hate my sister, she's such a b****. She acts as if she doesn't even know that I exist. But I would do anything to let her know I care. But I am only talking to myself 'cos she isn't there. My sister, I love my sister, she's the best. She's cooler than any other girl that I have ever met. She had the greatest band, she had the greatest guy. She's good at everything and doesn't even try. She's got a wall around her nobody can climb. She lets her ladder down for those who really shine. I tried to scale it, but to me she's blind. So I lit a firecracker, went off in my eye. I miss my sister, why'd she go ? She's the one who would have taken me To my first all-ages show. It was the Violent Femmes and the Del Fuegos, Before they had a record out. Before they went gold, And started to grow. I miss my sister. I miss my sister. I miss my sister. I really miss her.
Taking a break from the dub and free jazz and listening to some really experimental artists: Captain Beefheart - Trout Mask Replica Can - Future Days
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I am a passenger And I ride and I ride I ride through the city's backside I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am a passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's a rip in the sky And everything looks good tonight Singin' la la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la la-la Get into the car We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight See the city's ripped insides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright The sky was made for us tonight Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the sided hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singing... Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window's eye He sees the things he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city asleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
