And I’ll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while, for the right day
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
ean, Jean, you’re young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonnie Jean
In Edinburgh I used to know a lass with an air, and her name was Jo;
An’ every night at ten, I would meet her in the glen.
But now I’ll not see her again. Especially not in the glen, at ten.
For now across the green, I’ll go home with bonnie Jean!
The Jean Genie lives on his back
The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks
He’s outrageous, he screams and he bawls
Jean Genie let yourself go!
Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
American Beauty
[Psst, titles thread right down the hall…]
Here comes the son
The American son
In here the son shines so bright, eyes blind
What do you know about this world, anyway?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
i followed him, yes, sir,
and I don’t regret it
and I hope I will always be a credit
to his memory 'cause,
I want you to understand.
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!
Suspended pain, I can not face the black flame
Intended fear, I can not trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space-the black flame
Burns my blackened brain
So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on
No sorrow no sadness affects us today
Our tears of the past are now so far away
A smile sparkles white as we laugh and we rave
So close to the crest of a heavenly wave
Ooh-oo child
Things’ll get brighter
Some day, yeah
We’ll get it together and we’ll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah
We’ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter
Let rage and hate of races run from Adam down
The magic of our science shines brighter than a thousand suns
Liberty in new dimensions ruthless and spectacular
Obliteration shall be poetry of Golden Dawns
And the light has made-I will rise again
And our wings will unfold, and be painted like gold
And I saved my soul-I’m alive again
Like the mourning sun
When you see me
Fly away without you
Shadow on the things you know
Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It’s over, it’s over.
Her name was Lola
She was a show girl
With feathers in her hair
And a dress cut down to there.
She comes in colors ev’rywhere;
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
I cry out for magic - see it dancing in the light
It was cold - lost my hold to the shadows of the night
There’s no sign of the morning coming
You’ve been left on your own
Like a rainbow in the dark
Dancing in the moonlight
Everybody’s feeling warm and bright
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancing in the moonlight