We live in the city of dreams
We drive on the highway of fire
Should we awake
And find it gone
Remember this, our favorite town
Well, how do I work this?
b.
This ain’t no party, This ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Water dissolving
And water removing.
There is water…at the bottom of the ocean!
Oh, and jr8, yes, I’ve heard the Big Daddy version - sheer brilliance. They wouldn’t be half as funny if they weren’t so damned talented.
Home
Is where I want to be
Lift me up and turn me 'round
GADJI BERI BIMBA CLANDRIDI
LAULI LONNI CADORI GADJAM
A BIM BERI GLASSALA GLANDRIDE
E GLASSALA TUFFM I ZIMBRA
BIM BLASSA GALASSASA ZIMBRABIM
BLASSA GLALLASSASA ZIMBRABIM
A BIM BERI GLASSALA GRANDRID
E GLASSALA TUFFM I ZIMBRA
GADJI BERI BIMBA GLANDRIDI
LAULI LONNI CADORA GADJAM
A BIM BERI GLASSASA GLANDRID
E GLASSALA TUFFM I ZIMBRA
Heard about Houston?
Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P.A.?
Dark and savage with a profile so sharp
Keep that wonderful food on the table
There’s really no hurry I’ll eat in a while
HOW DID I GET HERE?
I see the shapes
I remember from maps
I see the shoreline
I see the whitecaps
A baseball diamond, nice weather down there
I see the school and the houses where the kids are
Places to park by the fac’tries and buildings
Restaurants and bars for later in the evening
Then we come to the farmlands, and the undeveloped areas
And I have learned how these things work together
I see the parkway that passes through them all
And I have learned how to look at these things and say
I wouldn’t live there if you paid me
I couldn’t live like that, no siree
Now let me tell you a story,
the devil he has a plan.
Bag of bones in his pocket,
get anything you want.
We used to microwave,
Now we just eat nuts and berries.
If this is paradise,
I wish I had a lawn mower.
And she was.
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
Papa Legba, come and ride your horse
we are your children, come and ride your horse
Beat me to it. One of my favorite lines EVER.
Oops, screwed up the lyrics…
Papa Legba,
Come and open the gate.
Papa Legba
To the city of camps.
Now, we’re your children
Come and ride your horse
In the night
In the night
Come and ride your horse
Some things are hard to describe
like the sound of a cigarette burning,
a place where everything spins
Ahhh, takes over slowly, but doesn’t last very long…
What about the time, you were rolling over,
fall on your face, must be having fun.
For a long time I felt without style or grace.
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather.
You may ask yourself, “Am I right, or am I wrong?”
You may say to yourself, “My God, what have I done?!”