The summer wind came blowin’ in from across the sea
It lingered there to touch your hair and walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
And then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Blow, wind, blow
Further than a thousand wires
Blow, wind, blow
Transporter of the clouds
Blow, wind, blow
Fanner of a thousand fires, yeah
Can’t you see?
That every place you go
Well, the people got a need to understand
Yes, some people want to know
Won’t you blow, wind, blow?
Song of the Wind. Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson
If there’s a man
Who is down and needs a helpin’ hand
All it takes is you to understand and
To pull him through, ah hah
Seems to me
We got to solve it individually, ah ah
And I’ll do unto you what you do to me
I gotta keep my image
While I’m standing on the floor
If I drop upon my knees
It’s just to keep them on my nose
You think that I’m not human
And my heart is made of stone
But I never had no problems
'Cause my body’s pretty strong
I’m a man, yes I am, and I can’t help but love you so
I am a rock, I am an island.
Islands in the stream
That is what we are
No one in between
How can we be wrong?
Sail away with me
To another world
And we rely on each other, ah ha
From one lover to another, ah ha
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I
Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin’ his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, “Sonny, move out to the country”
Ah but workin’ too hard can give you a heart attack (ack-ack-ack-ack-ack)
You oughta know by now
(You oughta know by now)
Who needs a house out in Hackensack
Is that all you get for your money?
And it seems such a waste of time
If that’s what it’s all about
Mama, if that’s movin’ up then I’m
Movin’ out
Whenever I need to leave it all behind
Or feel the need to get away-ay-ay
I find a quiet place, far from the human race
Out in the country
Before the breathin’ air is gone
Before the sun is just a bright spot in the night-time
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin’ worth rememberin’
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you’ve got
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downtown
Things will be great when you’re downtown
No finer place for sure downtown
Everything’s waiting for you
When the lights go down in the city
And the sun shines on the bay
Ooh, I want to be there in my city
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
So you think you’re lonely
Well my friend, I’m lonely too
I wanna get back to my city by the bay
Ooh, ooh, oh-oh
Someone’s always playing corporation games
Who cares, they’re always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don’t you remember?
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Beige, baked and golden
Holier than grace
Grab it whilst it’s piping hot
And shove it in your face!
They are party-sized to foot-long
Listen to your belly groan
Don’t you remember
We built this city
We built this city on sausage rolls
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown
Cast my memory back there Lord
Sometimes I’m overcome thinkin’ ‘bout
Makin’ love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
You my, brown eyed girl
I can make the runner stumble,
I can make the final block.
I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle,
I can make all the stadiums rock.
Making Love Out Of Nothing At All – Air Supply
-“BB”-
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Trad. hymn
So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I’ve always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common too
It’s a, it’s a, it’s a, it’s a sin
It’s a sin
Oh, way down deep inside, I know that it’s all wrong
Your eyes keep tempting me and I never was that strong
Devil’s got me now, oh-whoa, gone and got me now
I can’t fight him anyhow, I think he’s gonna win
Heaven’s just a sin away, oh-whoa, just a sin away
Heaven help me when I say I think I’m giving in