Stack-a Lee went to the devil
To identify poor Billy’s soul
But the poor boy he was absent
He had gone down to Shango
Ooh, you know I
I found the simple life ain’t so simple
When I jumped out, on that road
I got no love, no love you’d call real
Ain’t got nobody, waitin’ at home
Runnin’ with the devil
Drinking with the devil
Gonna raise some hell
I’m just a rock and roll rebel
Got my soul to sell
Love is murder, baby, murder is love,
I’m a rock and roll hoodlum with a black leather glove,
Knock me down, baby, step on my face,
I’m a fool for you, baby, let’s blow up this place.
Lovers forever face to face
My city your mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather
Take from me my lace
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
And when the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared,
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fit the battle of Jericho
And the walls came tumblin’ down
No, no I never was a sinner-tell me what else can I do
Second best is what you get-till you learn to bend this rules
Time respects no person-what you lift up must fall
They’re waiting outside-to claim my crumblin’ walls
Love lift us up where we belong,
Where the eagles cry,
On a mountain high.
Love lift us up where we belong,
Far from the world below,
Up where the clear winds blow.
Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we’ve got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Till one by one they were gone
Back at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message: somethings out there?
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety nine red balloons go by
Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone’s thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another in that dream somewhere out there
Up there
There is so much room
Where babies burp and flowers bloom
Everyone dreams, I can dream too
Up there
Up where the skies are ocean blue
I can be safe and live without a care up there
I get so weary
On this troubled road.
Unlock these chains
And gently rock me home
Beyond the clouds and the rain
Where angels sing.
When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all)
I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough
And friends just can’t be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying,
Too many teardrops for one heart to carry on,
You’re gonna cry ninety-six tears,
You’re gonna cry ninety-six tears…
I’m a human fly
and I don’t know why
I’ve got 96 tears
and 96 eyes
She’s got Bette Davis eyes…
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe