Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too
We Gotta Get Out Of This Place. The Animals
What’s-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect?
What-a you t’ink you do, why you look-a so sad?
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!
Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian;
The Greeks have taught their Greek.
Teach your children well
Their father’s hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick’s the one you’ll know by
Don’t you ever ask them, “Why?”
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you
Jump up, look around
Find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting there hating everyone
No man’s an island and his castle isn’t home
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown
Teacher
Jethro Tull
Did he need a stronger hand?
Did he need a lighter touch?
Was I soft or was I tough?
Did I give enough, did I give too much?
Eydie Gorme
Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
Used to issue out a warning
She’d say, "Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
“Might be snakes there in that grass”
Bill Withers - Grandma’s Hands
Which way you goin’ Billy?
Can I go too?
Which way you goin’ Billy?
Can I go with you?
The Poppy Family
While you’re turnin’ me
Every which way but loose
You turn me every which way but loose
Inside the fire’s burnin’ me
In mind you just keep turnin’ me
Every which way but loose
Baby there’s no excuse
To turn me every which way but loose
Eddie Rabbitt
Clint Eastwood: “Right turn, Clyde.”
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
Why don’t you turn me loose
Turn me loose
Turn me loose
I gotta do it my way
I wanna fly
Loverboy
Turn me loose, turn me loose I say
This is the first time I have felt this way
Gonna get a thousand kicks or kiss a thousand chicks
So turn me loose
Fabian
And don’t it seem like
KICKS just keep gettin’ harder to find
And all your KICKS ain’t bringin’ you peace of mind
Before you find out it’s too late, girl
You better get straight
No, but not with KICKS, you just need help, girl
Paul Revere and the Raiders
Help me if you can, I’m feeling down
And I do appreciate you being 'round
Help me get my feet back on the ground
Won’t you please, please help me?
Help me, I think I’m fallin’ in love again
When I get that crazy feelin’, I know I’m in trouble again
I’m in trouble ‘cause you’re a rambler and a gambler
And a sweet talkin’ ladies man
And you love your lovin’ (lovin’)
Not like you love your freedom
Joni Mitchell
Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß
Auf Liebe eingestellt,
Denn das ist meine Welt.
Und sonst gar nichts.
or, if you prefer it:
Falling in love again
Never wanted to
What am I to do?
I can’t help it
What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again
Falling in love with love is falling for make believe
Falling in love with love is playing the fool;
Caring too much is such a juvenile fancy
Learning to trust is just for children in school
Everybody plays the fool sometime
There’s no exception to the rule
Listen, baby, it may be factual, may be cruel
I ain’t lying, everybody plays the fool