Maybe the sun’s light will be dim
And it won’t matter anyhow
If morning’s echo says we’ve sinned
It was what I wanted now
And if we’re victims of the night
I won’t be blinded by the light
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break if you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
Anthony works in the grocery store
Savin’ his pennies for someday
Mama Leone left a note on the door
She said, Sonny, move out to the country
Workin’ too hard can give you
A heart attack (ack)
You oughta know by now (oughta know)
Who needs a house out in Hackensack
Is that what you get with your money
By the time i get to Phoenix, she’ll be rising,
She’ll find the note I left hangin’ on her door,
She’ll laugh when she reads the part that says I’m leaving,
'Cause I’ve left that girl so many times before…
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe and she’s
Drifting this way and that
Not touching the ground at all and she’s
Up above the yard
She’s so high above me,
She’s so lovely,
She’s so high,
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite,
She’s so high above me…
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song
ETA: HELLO!
I gave you love
I thought we had made it to the top
I gave you all I had to give
Why did it have to stop
You’ve blown it all sky high
By telling me a lie
Without a reason why
You’ve blown it all sky high
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away
This year, to save me from tears
I’ll give it to someone special
The search light in the big yard turns 'round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun
It’s Christmas in prison there’ll be music tonight
I’ll probably get homesick, I love you, Good night
Sing out, boys! Let 'em hear you in solitary!
Oh, you can lock us up
And lose the key
But hearts in love
Are always free!
Prisoners of love
Blue skies above
Take it home, boys. We open in Leavenworth Saturday night
'Cause we’re still prisoners
We’re still prisoners
We’re still prisoners of love!
The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there and they began to wail
The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing
You should’ve heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing
Let’s rock everybody, let’s rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock
I’m stuck in Folsum prison,
And time keeps draggin’ on,
That train keeps rollin’,
On down to San Antone…
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care
Fog’s rollin’ in off the East River bank
Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street
Fills the alleys where men sleep
Hides the shepherd from the sheep
Cindy’s cryin’ but it ain’t no use -
She’s got a habit and she can’t get loose.
Stoppin’ each and ev’ry man she meets,
Gonna be a hooker on Bleeker Street.
On Bleeker Street,
Honey, makes you feel like cryin’.
You said you’d leave it and I hope you’re tryin’.
Oh, they call it livin’, and it feels like dyin’.
As I walked down through Chatham Street
A fair maid I did meet,
She asked me to see her home–
She lived in Bleecker Street.
And away you santy, my dear honey,
O you New York girls, can’t you dance the polka?
It wasn’t very long after
A benevolent man took me off the street
And one week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five room hotel suite
I charmed a king, a congressman,
And an occasional aristocrat
Then I got me a Georgia mansion
And an elegant New York townhouse flat
Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz
Between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy
And the poets down here don’t write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
We were waltzing that night in Kentucky
Beneath the beautiful harvest moon
And I was the boy that was lucky
But it all ended too soon
As I sit here alone in the moonlight
I see your smiling face
And I long once more for your embrace
And that beautiful Kentucky waltz