My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won’t you kill me
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst
To break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
Just what makes that little old ant
Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant?
Anyone knows an ant, can’t
Move a rubber tree plant.
But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes
He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes…
Soft as the voice of an angel breathing a lesson unheard
Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers a comforting word
Wait till the darkness is over wait till the tempest is done
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow after the darkness is gone
You are my sunshine my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey,
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my sunshine away…
Gray skies are gonna clear up,
Put on a happy face
Blue skies,
Smiling at me,
Nothing but blue skies,
Do I see.
Pack up all my cares and woe, here I go, singing low,
Bye-bye Blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me, sugar’s sweet, so is she,
Bye-bye Blackbird.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for awhile
And I’m free, free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
And I’m free, free fallin’
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose,
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ if it ain’t free, no no,
And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
Freedom! (I won’t let you down)
Freedom! (I will not give you up)
Freedom! (Have some faith in the sound)
You’ve gotta give for what you take (It’s the one good thing that I’ve got)
Freedom
Freedom
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Don’t be afraid; don’t be afraid,
there’s a rising wind and a falling rain,
beautiful patterns on the window pane.
Fast and free, then it’s quiet again
At the end of a summer storm.
Her eyes look sharp and steady
Into the empty parts of me
Still my heart is heavy
With the hate of some other man’s beliefs
All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got
Is foreign to me
When out of the smoke appeared
The sweetest surprise
And I knew I’d been found
When first I looked in
To Anastasia’s eyes.
She’s got Bette Davis eyes…
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cause he’s liable to turn and bite
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life
Bela Lugosi’s dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
She wore blue velvet…