High Anxiety – whenever you’re near,
High Anxiety – it’s you that I fear.
My heart’s afraid to fly, it’s crashed before.
But then you take my hand, and my heart starts to soar
Once more. . . Key change!
High Anxiety – it’s always the same.
High Anxiety – it’s you that I blame.
It’s very clear to me, I’ve got to give in!
High Anxiety –
– and remember, kids, be good to your folks - they’ve
been good to you –
– you win!
But now I’m buying
Now I’m trying
High fidelity, high!
The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn’t know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played back when
I was a kid
want to get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walking in style with a portable CD player
No you’d listen to the music on the
AM Radio AM Radio
Yeah you could hear the music on the
AM Radio AM Radio
It’s a beautiful mornin’ ahhh
I think I’ll go outside a while
An jus’ smile
Just take in some clean fresh air boy
Ain’t no sense in stayin’ inside
If the weather’s fine an’ you got the time
It’s your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day
Either way
It’s a beautiful mornin’ ahhh
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
Then people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes, you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise ev’ry morning,
God’s recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken…
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the star lit heaven,
The glorious sun’s life giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea
Around the old eternal rocks.
I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward;
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.
“I’ll give you stars and the moon and the open highway
And a river beneath your feet
I’ll give you day full of dreams if you travel my way
And a summer you can’t repeat.
I’ll give you nights full of passion and days of adventure,
No strings, just warm summer rain.”
And I thought, “You know, I’d rather have champagne.”
I met a man who had a fortune in the bank
Who had retired at age thirty, set for life.
I met a man and didn’t know which stars to thank,
And then he asked one day if I would be his wife.
And I looked up, and all I could think of
Was the life I had dreamt I would live
And I said to him, “What will you give?”
“I’ll give you cars and a townhouse in Turtle Bay
And a fur and a diamond ring
And we’ll be married in Spain on my yacht today
And we’ll honeymoon in Beijing.
And you’ll meet stars at the parties I throw at my villas
In Nice and Paris in June.”
And I thought, “Okay.”
And I took a breath
And I got my yacht
And the years went by
And it never changed
And it never grew
And I never dreamed
And I woke one day
And I looked around
And I thought, “My God…
I’ll never have the moon.”
Strange girl sing
Think all my life to me
Wild things you bring
Bring drums and bells to me
We dance and sway
Sway like the drunken priest
We dream all day
Day of the wedding feast
Dark hooded eyes
Eyes of a stallion
We roll the dice
One in a million
Bring drums and bells to me
I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain what I thought I knew
Far far away, someone was weeping
But the world was sleeping
Any dream will do
I wore my coat, with golden lining
Bright colours shining, wonderful and new
And in the east, the dawn was breaking
And the world was waking
Any dream will do
So dream, when the day is through-
Dream, and they might come true.
Things never are as bad as they seem-
So dream, dream dream.
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
A dream can be so many things:
Messages on angels’ wings,
Silver, gold, or brass it brings,
Hope to men and fear to kings.
With life just begun
My sleeping new son
Has eyes that roll back in his head
They flutter and dart
He slows down his heart
And pictures a world past his bed
Its hard to believe
As I watch you breathe
Your mind drifts and weaves
When you dream
What do you dream about?
When you dream
What do you dream about ?
Are you sleeping? Can you hear me?
Do you know if I am by your side?
Does it matter if you hear me?
When the morning comes I’ll be there by your side
Tommy, can you hear me?
Can you feel me near you?
Tommy, can you see me?
Can I help to cheer you?
Ooh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
Early one November me Uncle Tommy joined the army,
Kitted him out for danger & ferried him o’er the sea,
He threw me o’er his shoulder, sang to me a dirty ditty,
Telling me when I were older “you’ll be just like me”,
A half a bottle o’ whisky, tattoo of a pretty lady,
Half a dozen Havana’s & his Aunties rosary,
A-thunderin’ oe’r the border, guns a-blazin’, hells a-raisin’,
“Here I am ya bastards, ye’ll no be havin’ me!”
Tommy was a rifle, Tommy was a razor,
Tommy was a ramblin’ man,
A silver blade in the dyin’ shade,
Oor Tommy was a fightin’ man!
Tommy gun,
You can be a hero in an age of none.
Tommy gun,
I’m cutting out your picture from page one.
I’m gonna get a jacket just like yours,
An’ give my false support to your cause,
Whatever you want, you’re gonna get it!
I always feel high.
When a rod is near by .
Cause I love
The fun of reaching for a gun and going bang bang.
I come alive.
Each time a forty -five.
Begins to bang bang.
In gangster movies.
I love the scene.
The nice guy’s nice.
And the mean guy’s mean.
The boss’s moll.
Always steps between .
Quick draws.
Applause.
You run, run…run away
It’s your heart…that you betray
Feeding on…your hungry eyes
I bet you’re not so civilized
Well, isn’t love…primitive
A wild gift…that you wanna give
Break out of captivity
And follow me, stereo jungle child
Love is the kill…your heart’s still wild
Shootin’ at the walls of heartache, bang, bang, I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior, and heart to heart you’ll win…if you survive
the warrior…the warrior