Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby, you’re the best
My loneliness
Is killing me and I
I must confess
I still believe, still believe
When I’m not with you I lose my mind
Give me a sign
Hit me, baby, one more time
I’ve been in a cave for forty days
Only a spark to light my way
I wanna give out, I wanna give in
This is our crime
This is our sin
But I still believe, I still believe
Through the pain and through the grief
Through the lives, through the storms
Through the cries and through the wars
I’m out here kickin’ with the band
I am no longer a solitary man
Every day my time runs out
Live like a fool, that’s what I was about
Oh, I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Oh-oh, I believe in miracles
I believe in a better world for me and you
Don’t know that I will but until I can find me
A girl who’ll stay and won’t play games behind me
I’ll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man
Solitary Man – Neil Diamond
-“BB”-
He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
For his honor and his glory
The people would sing
Ooh, what a lucky man he was
I am just an aging drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I’ve called a tune, to many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I’m fading away
Father, please hear my confession
Slime and rot and rats and snot
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldier men
Holdin’ spears by the iron door
Stinks so bad, stones are chokin’
Weepin’ greenish drops
In the den where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops, torture
The torture never stops
The torture never stops
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We’re finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it, soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been gone long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
And a celebration
Two, one two three four
Ev’rybody’s talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m.
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
I was Union Jacked, Kerouac’d
John Birched, stopped and searched
Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I’m blind
I’ve been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist 'cos I’m lefthanded:
That’s the hand they use, well, never mind!
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son, yeah)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Reuben James
All the folks around Madison County cussed your name
You’re just a no-account, sharecropping colored man
Who would steal anything he can
And everybody laid the blame on Reuben James
Reuben James, for you still walk the furrowed field of my mind
Faded shirt, the weathered brow
The calloused hands upon the plow
I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James
Every day, I had to work the fields
'Cause that’s the only way we got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody else depended on me
Every night I heard my mama pray
“Lord, give him strength to make another day”
Though, years have passed and all the kids are grown
The angels took mama to a brand-new home
Lord knows people, I shed a tear
But my daddy’s voice helped me through the years
Do you ever get that feeling and want to kiss and hug her? Do it now
Tell her you love her. Don’t do to your mom what I did to mine. She grew so lonely
In the end. Angels picked her for a friend.
… And I can never go home (never) anymore
And that’s called “sad”.
The first thing I remember knowin’
Was a lonesome whistle blowin’
And a young un’s dream of growin’ up to ride
On a freight train leavin’ town
Not knowin’ where I’m bound
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Freight train, freight train, run so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
They won’t know what route I’m gone
Look a-yonder comin’
Comin’ down that railroad track
Hey, look a-yonder comin’
Comin’ down that railroad track
It’s the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin’ my baby back