And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm
Your tears stain this dust in my hands
But from this ashen gray, her voice still
Whispers my name. . .
You were the lugubrious spirit
Who haunted the oak of wonder
You were the geist that warmed this frozen silent storm
You were but a ghost in my arms
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain
These are both signed “O.G.”
Who the hell is he?
Opera Ghost!
It’s really not amusing
He’s abusing our position
In addition, he wants money
He’s a funny sort of spectre
To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer
He is clearly quite insane
In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Boleyn walks they declare.
Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry’s wife until he made the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,
With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.
Partly politic
Heads will roll
Mostly politic
God must call
'Til the winning hand does belong to me
What if no one’s calling
God then must be falling
Roll out that special head
This is our favorite one
Please don’t try to leave
Don’t leave the hall of heads
Roll out the barrel, we’ll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run
Zing boom tarara, ring out a song of good cheer
Now’s the time to roll the barrel, for the gang’s all here
A smart and sty[l]ish girl you see,
Belle of good society;
Not too strict, but rather free,
Yet as right as right can be!
Never forward, never bold–
Not too hot and not too cold,
But the very thing, I’m told,
That in your arms you’d like to hold!
CHORUS
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay,
Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay!
Roll out the barrel, we’ll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel, we’ve got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel, ring out a song of good cheer
Now’s the time to roll the barrel, for the gang’s all here
I want to take you higher
Yeah, let me take you higher
Baby, baby, let me light your fire
Ooo yeah, little bit higher
Boom-shaka-laka-laka
Boom-shaka-la-boonka-boo
Blasting, billowing, bursting forth
With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes
Man with his flaming pyre
Has conquered the wayward breezes
The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
Away out here they’ve got a name
For rain and wind and fire.
The rain is Tess, the fire’s Joe,
They call the wind Maria.
Maria blows the stars around
And sets the clouds a-flyin’.
Maria makes the mountains sound
Like folks was out there dyin’.
We are the children who grew too fast
We are the dust of a future past
We raise our voices in the night
Crying to heaven
And will our voices be heard
Or will they Break Like The Wind
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Sunset doesn’t last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
It’s not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
nm/double
Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you’re two, turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of the door
Turn around (turn around)
Turn around (turn around)
Turn around and you’re a young girl goin’ out of the door
There is someone walking behind you,
Turn around, look at me.
There is someone watching your footsteps,
Turn around, look at me.
There is someone who really loves you,
Here’s my heart in my hand,
Turn around, look at me.
Understand, understand
That there’s someone
To stand beside you,
Turn around, look at me.