I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song
Bend over, I’ll drive
Bend over, I’ll drive
Is this the way Hank Williams died?
Bend over, I’ll drive
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Born under a bad sign
I’ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck
I wouldn’t have no luck at all
Take a look at these hands
Take a look at these hands
The hand speaks
The hand of a government man
Well, I’m a tumbler
Born under punches
I’m so thin
And somewhere in the night
The Gambler, he broke even
Go tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler and the gambler and the back biter
Tell 'em that God’s gonna cut 'em down
Prepare yourself, you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you to the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
And when I die, and when I’m gone,
There’ll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on.
And When I Die – Blood, Sweat & Tears
-“BB”-
Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him
Like I told you, what I said, steal your face right off your head
Now he’s gone, now he’s gone, Lord he’s gone, he’s gone
Like a steam locomotive, rollin’ down the track
He’s gone, he’s gone and nothin’s gonna bring him back, he’s gone
I’m gonna buy a ticket, now
As far as I can
Ain’t a-never comin’ back
Ride me a southbound
All the way to Georgia, now
Till the train, it run out of track
Down around the corner
Half a mile from here
You see them long trains runnin’
And you watch 'em disappear
Without love
Where would you be now?
Without love
Try to realize it’s all within yourself
No one else can make you change
And to see you’re really only very small
And life flows on within you and without you
Sanctus
Kyrie
Sanctus
Kyrie
Kyrie Gloria
Gloria Holy
Holy Holy
Gloria
I try to help you
But I can’t find the door
The door is open
You’re standing there
You let me in
Gloria…in te domine
Gloria…exultate
And her name is
G… L… O… R… I… A
G L O R I A, G L O R I A
G L O R I A, G L O R I A
I’am gonna shout it all night
I’am gonna shout it every day
yea, yea, yeaah
Gloria (Gloria), I think they got your number (Gloria)
I think they got the alias (Gloria) that you’ve been living under (Gloria)
But you really don’t remember, was it something that they said?
Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Wisteria, did you change your face again?
Those of us who loved you when can’t even find you
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
Elenore, gee, I think you’re swell
And you really do me well
You’re my pride and joy, et cetera
Elenore, can I take the time
To ask you to speak your mind?
Tell me that you love me better
Elenore – The Turtles
-“BB”-