Bobbing for apples in Somalia The man with the iron curtain is following you No one's coming for tea-time except my own holy ghost You're somewhere far
And I wake up in the mornin' With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school
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Paint a pound, mix the green with red Hum some notes, get it out of your head Draw a line so you can ignore it Have a jam, have it with all the bits
Come to see you at the mortuary, you came around looking oh so scary It was very very late at night, and you gave me such a fright We held hands to your
Come to see you at the mortuary, you came round looking Oh so scary It was very very late at night, and you gave me such a fright We held hands to your
Late at night lately it seems like you need me. or just maybe thats my hopes speaking clearly. it would be nice to be a necessity. but just someone you
It's safe to come out now, no one is around this sugarcoated donut lost its flavor long ago and I just don't know what to think when your disguise begins
It's safe to come out now, no one is around. This sugarcoated donut lost its flavor long ago and I just don't know what to think when your disguise begins
I see your face looking into the space, All tired and worried. Why does it have to be like this, you and i, I wanted us to be happy. No one can see me
APPLE PICKER'S REEL (Larry Hanks) Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine. Hey, ho, you feel so free Standing
Open up both your eyes Stain my shirt, I don?t mind Pylons buzz right outside But all I hear is you Remember when it rained all day No playtime, locked
I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to eat, eat, eat apples and bananas I like to ate, ate, ate ay-ples and ba-nay-nays I like to ate,
"What hue shall my apples be?" Asked the little apple tree. "That is easy to decide; Make them green," the grasses cried. But the crimson roses said, "
Listen to the monkey Feedin' on your brain I feel okay No pain I'm tired of shocking junkie Suckin' on your veins Forget no way No ways I'm tired of
You know an apple a day, won't keep the doctor away Welcome to the cliches, welcome to the part Where we wanna finish what we can't start Come and get
The earth becomes gold / And gold earth / A promise inhaled / With the breath of our birth / We chase the dragon / Trip the lights / Burning our eyes /
A friend brought me flowers, she said, "They were lilacs" But I've never been good with plants Her next presentation, a new dictionary She'd circled the