It won’t ask you nice
But summer, it won’t ask you twice
Believe me, when I say…
The Heavy Blinkers, “Summer Won’t Ask You Twice”. (I know that one is so well-known.)
Overland
The winds of change consume the land,
While we remain
In the shadow of summers now past.
Drowning here in summer’s cauldron under mats of flower lava
Please don’t pull me out, this is how I would want to go
I love you to death, I love you to death
I love you to death oh ba-aby
'Til there’s nothing left, I’ll love you to death
I - love - you
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It’s nature’s way of telling you something’s wrong.
I let the dance of nature inspire me
Now my mind is free from apparitions
I switch off like a television and close my eyes
And I wish that I could see like everybody can
How I wish that I could be like any other man
I’m an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants…
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Several years ago, in a foreign town
Far away from home, I met the Count of Tuscany
A young eccentric man, bred from royal blood
Took me for a ride across the open countryside
He’s a well respected man about town,
Doing the best things so conservatively.
I’m just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part, I’m playin’
We’re all alone on the stage tonight.
We’ve been told we’re not afraid of you.
We know all our lines so well, uh-huh.
We’ve said them so many times:
Time and time again, line and line again.
Another openin’ of another show.
Everywhere that I roam
Over land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home.
All God’s children get weary when they roam
Don’t it make you wanna, wanna go home?
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.
Home, where my thought’s escaping
Home, where my music’s playing
Home ,where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
The suicide squeeze is on
Here he comes, squeeze play, it’s gonna be close
Here’s the throw, here’s the play at the plate
Holy cow, I think he’s gonna make it
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day