You gotta keep 'em separated You like the latest fashions You'd like to keep 'em clean You take a trip every week to the laundromat Throw a load in the
Baby, who that is? Don't worry about who that is, it ain't you You got somebody else over there? Don't worry about it Keith, if you was over here taking
Lavender windows and burgundy doors Olive green pillows on ebony floors The lightest of wine could have been mine It should have been mine Promises kept
Listen to my bassman, he is lavender His woman is his bass and he is loving her, loving her Listen to the sounds he's giving As he is living, true to
There I was sitting on the top Of the world in a coin laundry Well, I could have been royalty Sitting in the palace like a queen Do you have a dollar
This town ain't much to look at, there ain't that much to do With the local Joe's at the stop and go and the class of '42 We go down to the laundromat
I got the all night laundry mat blues Washing everything I own except my shoes I got makeup 'round the collar and it smells like sweat A dollar in the
Lavender lips on a full, sore mouth "Where's the parade?" I asked his sleepy face But my lazy little shadow stayed asleep in bed Climbed another tree,
Kiko and the lavender moon Out playing, makes believe Nobody can see And then he waits And then he fakes And then he bends And then he shakes He plays
Elmo and the Lavender Moon Now playing, makes-believe nobody could see And then he waits and then he fakes And then he bends and then he shakes He plays
I was three days short of pulling out of Kingsport I was headed down to Houston town Had the guitar packed and a burlap sack For exploiting my country
I was walkin' in the park Dreamin' of a spark When I heard the sprinklers whisper Shimmer in the haze of summer lawns Then I heard the children singin
You're a song written by the hands of God Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd But you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding
Lucky you were born that far away So we could both make fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign man for The lucky fact of your existence Baby I would
Oh, you know I have seen A sky without sun, a man with no nation Saints, captive in chains A song with no name for lack of imagination (Y'allah hey!
Que se arruinen los canales de noticias Con lo mucho que odio la television Que se vuelvan anticuadas las sonrisas Y se extingan todas las puestas
I don't wanna clear the cobwebs from my head Time will bring them back, I bet So if you hear me say that I believe in love Don't make me feel the shit
Lucky you were born that far away so So we could both make fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of your existence Baby