Diamond Girl - you sure do shine
Glad I found you - glad you’re mine
Oh, my love, you’re like a precious stone
Part of earth where heaven has rained on
Oh, Shine on, shine on harvest moon, up in the sky;
I ain’t had no lovin’ since April, January, June or July.
Snow time ain’t no time to stay outdoors and spoon,
So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal.
Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June) They’ll let me take you to the Junior Prom
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
(August) When you’re on the beach you steal the show
No summer’s high
No warm July
No harvest moon to light one tender August night
No autumn breeze
No falling leaves
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies
Lift my bed sheet keep in sandles
Circle search and there are candles
Summer’s here but night is raising hopes and dragonflies
If those hopes are overshadowed by cotton-candy, caramel-wafer
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer turns to high
Summer high
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
.
Molotov cocktail, the local drink
And all she wants to do is dance, dance
They mix ‘em up right in the kitchen sink
And all she wants to do is dance
Crazy people walkin’ round with blood in their eyes
And all she wants to do is dance, dance, dance
Wild-eyed pistols wavers who ain’t afraid to die
And all she wants to do is, all she wants to do is dance
The kids in Bristol are sharp as a pistol
When they do the Bristol Stomp
Really somethin when they join in jumpin
When they do the Bristol Stomp
Whoa, whoa they start spinnin every Friday night
They dance the greatest and they do it right
Well, it’s the latest it’s the greatest sight to see
The kids in Bristol are sharp as a pistol
When they do the Bristol Stomp
C’mon everybody, c’mon in
Bobby’s gonna show you how to do the swim
Kinda like the monkey, kinda like the twist
Pretend you’re in the water and you go like this
Now baby swim, baby do the swim
Maybe it’s time to stop swimming
Maybe it’s time to find out where I’m at
What I should do and where I should be
But no-one will give me a map
I’ll leave now this can’t continue
But I forget which door I came through
And I know what the lift can be painfully slow
So I’m happy to leave by the window
Shut the door! They’re coming through the window.
Shut the window! Now they’re coming through the door.
Shut the door! Oh, they’re coming through the window -
Oh, the room is full and won’t hold any more.
Almost every day you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on, across the universe
I’m breaking through
I’m bending spoons
I’m keeping flowers in full bloom
I’m looking for answers from the great beyond
I want the hummingbirds, the dancing bears
Sweetest dreams of you
I Look into the stars
I Look into the moon
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one
Who like all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he don’t know what it means
Don’t know what it means
The parachute’s in my bag
I’m throwing it over to you
The parachute’s in your hands
But don’t ask me what to do
The poppies are in the field
But don’t ask me what that means
The poppies are in the field
But don’t ask me what that means
I wait around
I wait around
All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2, what do you know?
All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street, what does it mean?
I’ll tell you what it means
Pressure
You’re pushin’ too hard, you’re pushin’ on me,
You’re pushin’ too hard, what you want me to be,
You’re pushin’ too hard, about the things you said,
You’re pushin’ too hard every night and day,
You’re pushin’ too hard, you’re pushin’ too hard,
On me
Night and day, why is it so
That this longin’ for you follows wherever I go ?
In the roarin’ traffic’s boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you day and night
Night and day, under the hide of me
There’s an oh, such a hungry yearnin’ burnin’ inside of me
And its torment won’t be through
Till you let me spend my life makin’ love to you
Day and night, night and day
Day for night
I can’t wait 'til the time is right
Like a gun waits for war
Like the sun waiting for a light
Pound away
Get it done in just half a day
'Neath the sweltering sky
Get it done, don’t ask why