Primitive mirror on the wall
To fortify your grim resolve
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
Another grain of indigent salt for the sea
Good night to these wretched forms
All them gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart
The oath sworn the wait begins
In** grim resolve** for what lies ahead
At dawn a surprise attack
Authorities striking back
The fields of gold now stained with seas of red
Red skies at night (red skies at night)
Whoa oh (whoa oh)
Whoa oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Red skies at night (red skies at night)
Whoa oh (whoa oh)
Whoa oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
I said whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
I love my baby (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, my baby love me (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Hop, hop, hop!
Horsey gallop!
Over sticks and stones,
But don’t break your leg!
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop!
Horsey, gallop!
Horses, horses, horses, crazy over horses, horses, horses,
Looney over horses, horses, horses, she’s a little wild.
Daffy over horses, horses, horses, dewy over horses, horses, horses,
I’m beginning to think that horses are her style.
Except for Monday, which was never good anyway;
Tuesday, I get a little side ways;
Wednesday, I feel better just for spite.
Thursday and Friday take too long;
Before I know it, Saturday’s gone,
But it’s Sunday now and you can bet that I’m all right.
Didn’t anybody tell her?
Didn’t anybody see?
Sunday’s on the phone to Monday
Tuesday’s on the phone to me
Tuesday afternoon
I’m just beginning to see
Now I’m on my way
It doesn’t matter to me
Chasing the clouds away
In twilight time
Dream with me awhile
Building castles in the air,
Whistling to the wind
As nature bows down her head,
See what tomorrow will bring.
In twilight time,
Dream with me awhile.
Sunrise sunset, sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days,
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as they gaze.
The sun no longer rises
Over cold and forgotten valleys
The sun no longer rises
Where I walk and where I come
I believe in tragedies
I believe in desecration
To the north and into eternal winters
To the north in the grip of eternal frost
Sam crossed the majestic mountains to the valleys far below.
He talked to his team of huskies
As he mushed on through the snow
With the northern lights a-runnin’ wild
In the land of the midnight sun.
Yes, Sam McCord was a mighty man
In the year of nineteen-one.
Daniel Boone was a man,
Yes, a big man!
With an eye like an eagle
And as tall as a mountain was he!
Every mornin’ at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six-foot-six and weighed two-forty-five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip
And everybody knew you didn’t give no lip to big John
(Big John, big John)
Big bad John (big John)
North America was a great big land
With a great, big job to be done
A job that needed a great, big man
Paul Bunyan was the one.
Hey Paul!
Paul Bunyan! (Paul Bunyan!).
He’s sixty three ax handles high,
With his feet on the ground,
and head in the sky.
Hey Paul!
Paul Bunyan! (Paul Bunyan!)
Born on a mountain top in Tennessee,
Greenest state in the land of the free.
Raised in the woods so’s he knew every tree,
Killed him a bear when he was only three.
Davy, Davy Crockett King of the Wild Frontier.
She’s the Queen of the Silver Dollar,
And she rules this smokey kingdom,
And her scepter is a wine glass
And a bar stool is her throne.
Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that’s slow
The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry news that must get through
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter
They ask, they ask no quarter.
Oh, missing you without quarter
Oh the pain, the pain without quarter.
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, give me quarter quarter quarter
Well It’s a quarter a two
and looking at you
and going down, going down slow
Well It’s a quarter a two
and looking at you
and going down, going down slow