I don’t understand it
Somehow I’m paralyzed
Afraid and ecstatic
Starburst in your electric eyes
Beautiful monster
Oh no, they say he’s got to go
Go, go, Godzilla! (yeah)
Oh no, there goes Tokyo
Go, go, Godzilla! (yeah)
(Thx Delores, you’re quite correct)
It was a one-eyed,
One horned,
Flying Purple People eater,
Sure looks good to me…
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
Love
Love is strange
Lot of people
Take it for a game
Once you get it
You never want to quit, no no
If it’s love then I need it forever
Like the beat that keep time in my heart
If it’s love then I fall like a feather
I’m an egg in the teeth of a shark
If it’s love I’m inspired, I’m up late, Im not tired
If it’s love then my world is about to spark
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind…
Baby, you’re a firework…
I’m just breezin’ along with the breeze…
See the smile a-waitin’ in the kitchen, food cookin’ and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
And Windy has wings to fly,
Above the clouds,
Above the clouds…
The autumn wind, and the winter winds they have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days, they go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind
Against the wind
We were runnin’ against the wind
We were young and strong, we were runnin’
against the wind
I’ve lain my true love’s clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I’ve wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e’er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn’t hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands
She cries alone at night too often
He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Only women bleed
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren’t bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In a New York minute
Everything can change
In a New York minute
Things can get pretty strange
New York, New York,
A helluva town!
The Bronx is up
And the Battery’s down.
The people ride in a hole in the ground.
New York, New York,
It’s a hell-uv-a town!
Oh, and I’ve been calling
Oh, hey hey Johnny
Can’t you come out, can’t you come out to play
Johnny, can’t you come out to play in your empty garden
Johnny, can’t you come out to play in your empty garden
When Johnny comes marching home again hurrah, hurrah…