The Kentucky pill And a cow tipping expedition And I've seen a fuller moon Swinging watton premonition Did ya ever expect to have more fame than this
" superbes Contre ta bouche... J'en bavais des ronds d'chapeaux, Au vieux cine "L'Mexico", Boul'vard des Capucines, Et quand j'reprenais l'metro, J'etais Don Juan, l'Hidalgo, Errol Flynn
(The Clash) You know he just heard The drums of war when the past Was a closing door The drums beat into the jungle floor CHORUS Closing door Closing
Holding back the tide Has never been your best side Screamin' down the highway Just to make a holiday But you want me to love you For everything you'
Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let
The prizefighter and the heiress Both talented in their way Both fighting for inheritance Both entitled to their day Said the fella ?I?ve thrown my gloves
Jesus Christ eat your apple It?s raining cats and dogs If happy go lucky can dance with a girl Well then, Cain killed his Abel and fox I?ve been denied
Howl for my homeland Wherever that was And howl for the homage That's been gone and lost To the passing and temporal The eons gone by There's nothing
Will you put down your fiddle young Willie Will you put down your fiddle and pray That the world has begun with the birth of the sun And its death the
I met Jane in September's throw January's grass, we let each other go I met Helen on March's back She took my coat and she stole my hat I met you when
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for But I'll learn when I get my gun
Everybody in this place is dreaming It's been that way forever They're all gonna wake up soon They'll all be hell for leather Up the smoky walls of yesterday
I?ve learned a little bit I?ve lost an awful lot I know 10,000 people And the best of the best I?ve forgot I can?t remember you though I remember how
You're one of those elephant hunters from Ebbsfleet Primordial superman I know the trouble you've gotten in Leave this trouble half cottoned down If
When I was an astronaut I didn't have my boots, When I was a coal miner I didn't have the news, When I was a record store I didn't have the blues,
In the shadows of a darkened room The shadow's gone despite the gloom And the soul that casted never made the grade He tripped upon a tripping fence,
I knew no vices and I knew no sins I knew the words but they didn't sink in Stayed out those tunnels that pull people down There's more of those tunnels
The song's a thing And this one's thin From traveling light The stars at night Have seen old time to new erosion Old time gone with old religion Prickled