Let’s go back, let’s go back, let’s go way on way back when
I didn’t even know you, you couldn’t have been too much more than ten. (just a child)
I ain’t no psychiatrist, I ain’t no doctor with degrees
It don’t take too much high IQ’s to see what you’re doing to me
You better think (think) think about what you’re trying to do to me
Yeah, think (think, think), let your mind go, let yourself be free
Oh, drag me back, and drag me back
And drag me back, drag me back, drag me back
Through the revolution, without solution
And the walls get taller
While ye get smaller
While we get smaller
The fear is getting taller
A big neon glitter pushes onto you, oh baby
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
we used to love while others used to play.
Don’t ask me why, but time has passed us by,
some one else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
and you don’t ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die,
but guess we’ll cry come first of May.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
Not only green when summer’s here
But in the coldest time of year
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Well, rock the cradle of love
I rocked the cradle of love
Yes, the cradle of love don’t rock easily it’s true
Well, now
From the cradle bars
Comes a beckoning voice
It sends you spinning
You have no choice
You hear laughter
Cracking through the walls
It sends you spinning
You have no choice
You spin me right round, baby
Right round like a record, baby
Right round round round
I’ll be the roundabout
The words will make you out ‘n’ out
I spend the day your way
Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley
All the vampires walkin’ through The Valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts
Standin’ in the shadow of love
I’m gettin’ ready for the heartaches to come
Don’t you see me standing in the shadow of love
Just tryin’ my best to get ready for the heartaches to come
Don’t be afraid to stand in the shadow of love
The hour is late and you know that time waits for no-one
A brief embrace and fear and restraint have all gone
Innocence burns yes a fire that burned all along
See the doors about to swing both ways
See the answer mirrored in her gaze
Then you know that you’re caught in the shadow of love
[hmm not sure what song 6970 is…Googling…an old Four Tops song.]
How could you look so cool
And make me feel so hot?
How could you start me up
And never let me stop?
And when you touched my hand
And when you plugged me in
I said “You turn me on”
But you forgot to turn me off
Standing in the shadow of your love
So hot, I’m burnin’ up
When the fire starts the pain’s too much for your mind
You need attention, what’s good is only mine
I can cure the hunger that burns in your heart
Just come to me, I’ll take you home
We’ll walk in the shadows
By day we’ll live in a dream
We’ll walk in the shadows
We kiss in a shadow,
We hide from the moon,
Our meetings are few,
And over too soon.
We speak in a whisper,
Afraid to be heard;
When people are near,
We speak not a word.
Shadow of the Moon… Shadow of the Moon…
Through the darkened fields entranced,
Music made her poor heart dance,
Thinking of a lost romance…
Long ago…
Somewhere just beyond the mist
Spirits were seen flying
As the lightning led her way
Through the dark…
Can you break away
From your alibis
Can you make a play
Oh, will you meet me in the dark
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Freedom of speech will never die
For us to help, our ancestors died
Don’t keep thinking that we will quit
We’ll always stand and never sit
We’re 2 live, 2 black, 2 strong
Doing the right thing, and not the wrong
So listen up, y’all, to what we say
We won’t be banned in the U.S.A.!
Banned in the USA, I was
Banned in the USA, I was
Banned in the USA, I was
Banned in the USA
Well, the night was falling as the desert world
Began to settle down.
In the town they’re searching for us everywhere
But we never will be found
Band on the run
Band on the run
And the county judge who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the band on the run