A whiter shade of pale…
Face to face we’ll awake to see another day
And with hope in our hearts embrace this shade of gray
This pleasant shade of gray
And it will never cease to amaze me
How a little rain can drive folks crazy
When I’d trade all my blue skies gladly
For your blue eyes, crooked smile
And a steady downpour
Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’
And today is the day we’ve waited for
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (sea of green)
In our yellow (in our yellow) submarine (submarine, ha, ha)
Oh mother of pearl
Submarine lover
In a shrinking world
Oh lonely dreamer
Your choker provokes
A picture cameo
Oh mother of pearl
So so semi-precious
In your detached world
Watch the jingle jangle start to chime,
Reflections of the music that is mine,
When you toss a coin you’ll hear it sing.
Now listen while I play
My green tambourine.
ETA: Ninja’d by** John**. Go with his entry.
No I would not give no false hope
On this strange and mournful day
But the mother and child reunion
Is only a motion away
Well, I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got run over by a damned old train
Look at me, I’m a train on a track
I’m a train, I’m a train, I’m a chucka train, yeah
Good morning, America, how are you?
Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the city of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one
We been thinkin’ about Jackson ever since the fire went out…
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the Middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
I’m on fire
Cool the engines
Red line’s gettin’ near
Cool the engines
Better take it out of gear
One foot on the brake and one on the gas
Well, there’s too much traffic, I can’t pass
So I tried my best illegal move
Well, baby, black and white come and touched my groove again
Gonna write me up a 125
Post my face wanted dead or alive
Take my license, all that jive
I can’t drive 55
I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel
There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel
It’s my baby callin’, says I need you here
And it’s a half past four and I’m shiftin’ gear
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was drivin’
Trees flew by, me and Del were singin’ little Runaway
I was flyin
Cadillac, Cadillac
Long and dark, shiny and black
Open up your engines let 'em roar
Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur
James Dean in that Mercury ‘49
Junior Johnson runnin’ through the woods of Caroline
Even Burt Reynolds in that black Trans Am
All gonna meet down at the Cadillac Ranch
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
His horn went, beep, beep, beep. (Beep! Beep!).