Who’s peekin’ out from under a stairway
Calling a name that’s lighter than air
Who’s bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it’s Windy
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dream of
Once in a lullaby, oh
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dream of
Dreams really do come true-ooh-ooh
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
You know the day destroys the night.
Night divides the day.
Tried to run,
Tried to hide,
Break on through to the other side.
Break On Through (to the Other Side) – The Doors
-“BB”-
Well, I’m running
Police on my back
I’ve been hiding
Police on my back
There was a shooting
Police on my back
And the victim
Well, he won’t come back
(This is the police, you are surrounded)
Indiana wants me
Lord, I can’t go back there
(Give yourself up)
Indiana wants me
(This is the police, give yourself up)
Lord, I can’t go back there
(You are surrounded)
Back home again in Indiana
And I think that I can see
That shining candlelight
Still burning bright
Thro’ the sycamores for me
The new-mown hay
Sends out its fragrance
From the fields I used to know
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash
Then I long for my Indiana home.
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
The green old flowing mountains to the south down by the moor
She’s mighty tall and handsome she’s know quite well by all
Regular combination on the Wabash Cannonball
Well, I’m going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe California
And get some sand in my shoes
I’ll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues
Goin’ down South, I’m going down South
Goin’ down South, I’m going down South
Where the chilly wind don’t blow
I’m going with you, babe, I’m going with you babe
I’m going with you, babe, I’m going with you baby
I don’t care where you go
I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times, they’re are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land
The land of my fathers is dear to me,
Old land where the minstrels are honoured and free;
Its warring defenders so gallant and brave,
For freedom their life’s blood they gave.
Welsh National Anthem
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home
I need some freedom
Freedom for my people
I want some freedom
For my people
Freedom, freedom, freedom
Freedom for my people
Freedom’s just another word
For nothing left to lose
And he’s up there, what’s that? Hawaiian noises?
He’s banging on the bongos like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain’t working, that’s the way you do it
Get your money for nothing, get your chicks for free
*Money For Nothing. Dire Straits*
And when I’m out I see you walking,
Why don’t your eyes see me,
Could it be you’ve found another game to play,
What did mama say to me.
That’s the way, oh,
That’s the way it ought to be,
Yeah, yeah, mama say
That’s the way it ought to stay.
But you say it’s time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me
Well, that’s the way I’ve always heard it should be
You want to marry me
We’ll marry
Hey, hey, Paula
I want to marry you
Hey, hey, Paula
No one else could ever do
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?