The king is gone but he’s not forgotten (Johnny Rotten, Johnny Rotten)
Is this the story of Johnny Rotten? (Johnny Rotten, Rotten Johnny)
It’s better to burn out, ‘cause rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he’s not forgotten.
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong, baby
And you’ll be sorry someday
Thrill me (thrill me), thrill me (thrill me)
Walk me down the lane where shadows
Will be (will be) will be (will be)
Hiding lovers just the same as we’ll be, we’ll be
When you make me tell you I love you
Oh no, don’t be shy
You don’t have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Touch-a, touch-a, touch-a, touch me
I want to be dirty
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, babe
Can’t you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why won’t you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Come on
Let the spirit inside you
Don’t wait to be found
Come along with our sound
Let the spirit move you
Let the waves come up
They’ll fuse you
I never met no one to deny our sound
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky (spirit in the sky)
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die (when I die)
When I die and they lay me to rest
I’m gonna go to the place that’s the best
The time has come again, rejoice you’re dead,
And walk on through the open door.
It’s nowhere that you haven’t, my friend
A million times or maybe more
Sometimes I go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
Where every evening I can stare
At someone smiling from his chair
Across the floor
A million miles away behind the door
A Million Miles Away Behind The Door – Jean Seberg, in the musical ‘Paint Your Wagon’
-“BB”-
I look at her and she looks at me
In her eyes I see the sea
I can’t see what she sees in a man like me
She says she loves me
Her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles
I started drifting to a different place
Just trying to hold on to the hand of the past and you
And there was nothing left to bring me back
I’m a million miles away
A million miles away
I’m a million miles away
And there’s nothing left to bring me back today
Well I keep holdin’ on to yesterday
I keep holdin’ on enough to say
That I’m wrong
I keep thinkin’ that I’m lonely
But it’s only missing you inside
Days that we were once together
Seems they’ll never come alive
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
Young girl
Get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You’re much too young, girl
Dark as the night comes to share
With stars in her hair
And grand majestic flair
Framed, a world passes by
With the sound of a young girl’s sigh
Man carrying a brow
Smoke rises from the crowd
Now, laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, so I smile and say
“When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes”
Smoke gets in your eyes. The Ink Spots
You left me here on your way to paradise
You pulled the rug right out from under my life
I know where you goin’ to, I knew when you came home last night
'Cause your eyes had a mist from the smoke of a distant fire
Summer rain falls
Head for some shelter
Close to a wall
See the lady dressed in chance
You try to help her
She heeds your call
On the way to paradise
Ornamental
Or warm and gentle
On the way to paradise