Where it all ends I can’t fathom my friends
If I knew I might toss out my anchor
So I cruise along always searchin’ for songs
Not a lawyer a thief or a banker
But a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I’m just a son of a son, son of a son
Son of a son of a sailor
The sea’s in my veins, my tradition remains
I’m just glad I don’t live in a trailer
I like mine with lettuce and tomato!
Heinz 57 and French-fried potato!
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer!
Well, good God Almighty; which way do I steer?
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don’t love Jesus (oh my lordy it’s that…)
It’s that kind of mornin’
Really was that kind of night
Tryin’ to tell myself that my condition is improvin’
And if I don’t die by Thursday I’ll be roarin’ Friday night
Lights go down, I’m ready now
Tear this roof off for the town
Gonna give them what they came to see
Hear the crowd on their toes
Ready for me to start the show
Out the curtain, lights go up, I’m home
WHOA!
My father said, when I was younger
“Hard times breed better men”
You say it’s your birthday!
It’s my birthday too!
Happy birthday to you!
You live in a zoo!
You look like a monkey!
And you smell like one, too!
(Happy birthday, Becks!)
Today is her birthday
They’re smoking cigars
He’s got a chain of flowers
And sews a bird in her knickers
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen
I am the walrus, goo-goo g’joob
Separation (there’s someone in here sharing it with me)
Separation (someone I no longer trust I can’t see)
Separation (she’s circling, waiting to make her move) (dead face)
Separation (it’s just a memory I can’t prove) (French fishwife)
She waited in vain
A figure in black, alone in the rain
She still wears my ring
A curious thing, a curious thing
She told me we would last forever
That all she’d ever had was me
I’ve just said goodbye
Based on a lie that I told to my sweet love
But if all she has is you
Make sure you’re one in a million
If all she has is you
Make sure you’re one in a million
It was raining hard in 'Frisco
I needed one more fare to make my night
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down
She got in at the light
Oh, where you going to, my lady blue
It’s a shame you ruined your gown in the rain
She just looked out the window
She said, “16 Parkside Lane”
Something about her was familiar
I could swear I’d seen her face before
But she said, “I’m sure you’re mistaken”
And she didn’t say anything more
San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
Don’t know if I’m waking or I’m dreaming
Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
He says “Music’s real; the rest is seeming”
Oh, he played, feeling that won’t go away
Left the sound of his soul in the air
I can feel it out there and I know
He left his soul shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
He left his soul shadows on my mind
On my mind, on my mind
[Must…resist…urge…to use…California Dreaming…{which was already used 3 months ago}]
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn’t there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
He can make you love
He can make you cry
He will bring you down
Then he’ll get you high
Somethin’ keeps him goin’
Miles and miles a day
To find another place to play
He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down
He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground
He flies so high, he swoops so low
He knows exactly which way he’s gonna go
Timothy Leary, Timothy Leary
Don′t know how it happened, don′t know why
But you don’t really need a reason
When the stars shine
Just to fall in love
Made to love each other, made to be together
For a lifetime
In the sunshine
Flying in the sky
I know I′m feeling so much more than ever before
And so I’m giving more to you than I thought I could do
You can put your feet in my lap
But only if those feet are still attached to your legs
The thing about me
Is I don’t like feet that have been severed from a human
To be in my lap
I hold your hand in mine, dear
I press it to my lips
I take a healthy bite from
Your dainty fingertips
My joy would be complete, dear
If you were only here
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir
I will dismember you
'Cause you offended me
You let my love pass you by
Soon you’ll be
An amputee
You’ll be home, fast asleep
Silently into your bedroom I will creep
I’ll raise up high my trusty little axe
And put you piece by piece into some Hefty bags
You’d be hiding in
A second-floor apartment
Knocking all the stairs down
To save your life
From the undead
Double-barrelled shotgun
Picking off the slow ones
Then you’d see the passion
Burning in my eye
And I’d keep my head
Then all of your friends, they’d try to kill us
But only because they’d be jealous
That our love is deeper than Edward and Bella’s
If I were a zombie, I’d never eat your brain
I’d just want your heart, I’d just want your heart, I’d just want your heart