It’s nothing more that a hundred men could ever do…
God bless the rains down in Africa…
And you know who you are.
Post a lyric that fits your life.
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
– John Lennon, “Beautiful Boy.”
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know what I need
But I’ll get to where I’m gonna end up
And that’s alright by me.
Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did
I’ve got what I paid for now
See ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
A couple of bucks from you?
Watch what you say they’ll be calling you a radical, a liberal , fanatical , a criminal. Won’t you sign up your name we’d like to feel your acceptable , respectable , presentable a vegetable.
You can go to extremes with impossible schemes.
You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams.
And life gets more exciting with each passing day.
And love is either in your heart, or on it’s way.
No one in the world ever gets what they want
And that is beautiful
Everybody dies frustrated and sad
And that is beautiful
I’m in a cheery mood today.
I’m so dizzy,
My head is spinning,
Like a whirlpool it never ends…
Your hands are feet are mangoes
You’re gonna be a genius anyway
Started out this morning feeling so polite
I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn’t bite
But you’ve got some bait a waitin’ and I think I might try nibbling
A little afternoon delight
I cried and cried all day.
Alone again, naturally.
Alone again, naturally.
-“BB”-
Cryin’ won’t help ya
Prayin’ won’t do ya no good
Gimme three steps,
Gimme three steps, Mister
Three steps to the door
And watching you go, it’s like spying on hope ever onward with more to burn
Giving your hands and your heart to the wheel of the world, though it fights each turn
But you do not give up so easily
That’s how I know you won’t surrender me
You rise and meet the day
It’s all I need to know
The good old days weren’t all that good,
Tomorrow’s not as bad as it seems
I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed and I tried. You just knew
I sighed
But you swooned
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon…
The whole of the moon…
Well, the good old days may not return,
and the rocks might melt, and the sea may burn.
I’d give all my tomorrows for one single yesterday to be holding Bobbies body next to mine.
”And if you don’t expect too much from me, you might not be let down.”
Gin Blossoms -Hey Jealousy