You must be joking son, where did you get those shoes ?
And, you can have a change of heart,
Rikki don’t lose that number…
My mother’s interment was presided over by a Catholic deacon. My brother said “that always reminds me of Deacon Blue.” I wondered aloud if he prayed like a Roman with his eyes on fire.
She don’t remember the Queen of Soul.
On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
When all my dime dancin’ is through
I run to you
Now the food here ain’t so good no more,
and they closed the package store
The Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thing (Say it again)
If you come around
No more pain and no regrets
Watch the sun go brown
Smoking cobalt cigarettes
-King Of The World (I love the guitar parts on this song!)
California tumbles into the sea
That’ll be the day I go back to Annandale
Then you go back, Jack, do it again.
A man of my mind can do anything.
Biscayne Bay, where the Cuban
Gentlemen sleep all day
I went searching for the song
You used to sing to me
Are you reelin’ in the years?
Stowin’ away the time
Are you gatherin’ up the tears?
Have you had enough of mine?
Got a case of dynamite
I could hold out here all night
Yes I crossed my old man back in Oregon
Don’t take me alive
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
Now the Americans are gone except for two
The embassy’s been hard to reach
There’s been talk and lately
A bit of action after dark
Behind the big casino on the beach
I don’t wanna’ do your dirty work no more.
The weekend in the college didn’t turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge I can’t understand
He’s got a scar across his face
He wears a hearing aid