Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels. I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through. Looking into their eyes I see them running too.
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
I believe in music. I believe in love.
Awesome, Hoopy Frood! I believe in miracles, I believe in a better world for me and you - if you can find a reason to forgive, then I can find a reason to live!
But, then again, the KKK did take my baby away, and so now I wanna be sedated.
Personally I aint got no trouble in my life. No foolish dream to make me cry. Im never frightened or worried, I know I’ll always get by. I got the music in me. I got the music in me. I got the MUSIC IN ME!
How do I get the voices to shut up?
Do you put the words and the melodies together
Are you music and do you write the songs
Hush, hush. Keep it down, now. Voices carry.
There’s a kind of hush all over the world tonight.
Hear the hush of the voices, there’s a flash from inside and nobody bothers to conceal what they cannot hide! So if you see the gumbo man, tell him now he’s gotta change his plan.
The voices… yeah, I hear the voices in my head. I swear to god, it sounds like they’re snoring.
Not sure about the gumbo man, but I do know the muffin man.
I dunno about a muffin man, but I am a man of constant sorrow - I’ve seen trouble all my days. I said farewell to Old Kentucky, the place where I was born and raised.
Hey man, don’t be so sad.
After all, life is a highway.
(and I dunno about you, but)
I wanna ride it… all night long.
Gumbo man, muffin man, the man I know is a spoonman. All are friends are indians; all are friends are brown and red.
But I want a BRAVE man! I want a CAVE man! And I want Mr. Tambourine Man to play a song for me.
Drop your silver in my tambourine. Help a poor man fill a pretty dream. Give me pennies, I’ll take anything. Now listen while I play my green tambourine.
I’m already married, but I have a friend you might like. Now when he was a little boy, at the age of five, he had somethin’ in my pocket, kept a lot of folks alive. Now he’s a man, he spell M-A-N…man.
Was it brass in your pocket? Or maybe it was his pocket. That boy’s, got rockets in his pockets. Or maybe it was magic beans. Try to understand, try, try, try to understand, he’s a magic man.
After all, he can do magic, he can do anything that you desire.
I got brass in pocket. I’m gonna make you, make you, make you notice. I’m gonna make you see there’s nobody else here, no one like me.
Nobody like you? No, there’s nobody like me, is what you meant. Nobody can do the shake, like I do. Nobody can do the shing-a-ling, like I do. Nobody can do the boogaloo, like I do. Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody.
And nobody does it better. Though sometimes I wish someone could. Nobody does it quite the way you do. Why d’you have to be so good?