If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don’t be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
Even in the sun, you know I keep it icy
You could take a lick but it’s too cold to bite me
Brr, brr, frozen
You’re the one been chosen
Play the part like Moses
Keep it fresh like roses (oh)
Ice Cream, Selena Gomez
Moses supposes his toeses are Roses,
But Moses supposes Erroneously,
Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
Holy Moses, let us live in peace
Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease
There’s a man over there, what’s his color? I don’t care
He’s my brother, let us live in peace
Losing makes me sorry.
You say “Now don’t you worry, don’t ya know I love you too?”
That’s the way love goes, babe…
Everybody’s got a thing
But some don’t know how to handle it
Always reachin’ out in vain
Just taking the things not worth having but
Don’t you worry 'bout a thing
Don’t you worry 'bout a thing, mama
'Cause I’ll be standing on the side
When you check it out
Everybody’s talkin’ at me
I don’t hear a word they’re sayin’
Only the echoes of my mind
People stoppin’, starin’
I can’t see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes
Everybody’s Talkin’. Harry Nilsson
I can’t help it, if you might think I’m odd,
If I say I’m not loving you for what you are,
But for what you’re not.
Everybody will help you discover what you set out to find,
But if I can save you any time,
Come on, give it to me: I’ll keep it with mine.
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say
And the days dwindle down to a precious few
Precious and few are the moments we two can share
Quiet and blue, like the sky, I’m hung over you
And if I can’t find my way back home, it just wouldn’t be fair
'Cause precious and few are the moments we two can share
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years
Somebody holds the key
Well, I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time
And I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home
I came to you when no one could hear me
I’m sick and weary of being alone
Empty streets and hungry faces
The world’s no place when you’re on your own
A heart needs a home
The city streets are empty now
(The lights don’t shine no more)
And so the songs are way down low
(Turning, turning, turning)
A sound that flows into my mind
(The echoes of the daylight)
Of everything that is alive
(In my blue world)
I turn to stone, when you are gone
I turn to stone
Turn to stone, when you comin’ home?
I can’t go on
Spendin’ too much time away
I can’t stand another day
Maybe you think I’ve seen the world
But I’d rather see my girl
I’m goin’ home, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home, I’m goin’ home
I’m goin’ home, bome, bome, bome bome bome
Home, bome, bome, bome, back home
Yes, I am
Oh baby, baby, I’m coming home
Baby, baby I’m coming home
Tell me mama, baby, I’m coming home
Gonna see my baby, see my baby fine
Gonna take my baby, want to take my baby mine
Hoping my woman treats me real kind
II’m coming home
I’m coming home
Tell the world I’m coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes
I’m coming home, I’m coming home
Tell the world that I’m coming
I’m coming home, I’ve done my time
But I have to know what is and isn’t mine
When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time
September Song, Frank Sinatra
And the girls in their summer clothes
In the cool of the evening light
The girls in their summer clothes
Pass me by