I wish they all could be California girls…
California’s on my mind,
Surf and sand setting in the sun.
California’s on my mind,
One day you’re gonna be
A place in our memory.
Monday mornin’ feels so bad
Ev’rybody seems to nag me
Comin’ Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed’sday just don’t go
Thursday goes too slow
I’ve got Friday on my mind
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday’s child has learned to tie his bootlace
See how they run
On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishing Lord, that I was stoned
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothin’ short of dying, half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city side walks, Sunday morning coming down.
Sunday, Sunday…
^maybe that’s Monday, Monday (ack!!)
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday’s just as bad,
Wednesday’s worse, and Thursday’s also sad…
Saturday in the park…
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
America needs you
Harry Truman
Harry could you please come home
Got a dream to take them there,
They’re coming to America.
Got a dream they’ve come to share,
They’re coming to America.
I hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule.
Hate people who aren’t what they seem, more than anything else, American Dream.
It’s like a full force gale
An American Storm
You’re buried far beneath a mountain of cold
And you never get warm
It’s like a wall of mirrors
You charge 'em at full speed
You cover up - you hear the shattering glass
But you never bleed
You never feel the need
America, the beautiful,…
It took me four days
To hitch-hike from Saginaw.
I’ve come to look for America.
Now he’s up there in Alaska digging in the cold, cold ground
The greedy fool is looking for the gold I never found
It serves him right and no one here is missing him
Least of all the newlyweds of Saginaw, Michigan
For just one moment in time
I want to walk where it is
Sustain a stature in life
Here comes a new type of light
Just what is going on
What is moving on
Dreamer dreamer
Trance as you dream
In trance as mission
Trans-American
Beautiful dreamer,
Wake unto me
Starlight and dewdrops
Are awaiting thee
You may say I am dreamer but, I am not the only one…