MORE THOUGHTS ON GOD......
Poetry & LyricsDont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every sunday
At zerelda lees candy store
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I dont want no anna zabba
Dont want no almond joy
There aint nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well its the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate jesus
Can satisfy my soul
(solo)
When the weather gets rough
And its whiskey in the shade
Its best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But thats ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Good enough for me
Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied
~TOM WAITS
It Probably Always Will
Poetry & LyricsI've got a mountain of dreams to climb
'fore I get to that house on the hill
that keeps the lady of my morning
in a brown earthen pot on the sill
of the window that looks out
across the valley, probably always will
I'll make sure no one is watching me
like ev'ry good and successful thief
and maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down
I'll have put an end to this grief
by giving myself a potted plant
and a rainbow, calling it a wreath
she's the energy that runs my day
and the first star out at night
by God, I'm gonna climb that hill
if it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might
in the morning the early summer breezes call
me away from my warm sleeping bed
and fill me up with expectations
of filling this hole in my head
that was left long ago
somewhere in my lifetime, left me feeling dead
she's the energy that runs my day
and the first star out at night
by God, I'm gonna climb that hill
if it takes, ev'ry bit of my might
I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
'fore I get to that house on the hill
that keeps the lady of my morning
in a brown earthen pot on the sill
of the window that looks out
across the valley, probably always will
OMD
TIME WARP
Poetry & Lyricswhen you think you hit the bottom then you better find the key
like Custer at the Horn when he turned around and said
"when you think you fin'lly got 'em, you're just as good as dead"
it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin
it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end
it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes
it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise
like Ponce de Leon speakin' Spanish in the swamp
"I was lookin' for a fountain, but it's water that I want"
like Pike at the top and ev'ry other freak
"I was lookin' for a mountain, I took a little peak"
(refrain)
if you think you hear a flower, it's a flower that you heard
like da Vinci on the roof with his arm in a sling,
"A man's got the power, but a bird's got the wing"
(refrain)
like Vincent Van Gogh when he chopped off his ear,
"I'd like to give her twenty, but I still gotta hear"
like Crockett at the wall lookin' back to Tennessee,
"the livin' costs you plenty, but the dyin's still for free"
(refrain)
it's a time warp puttin' wrinkles in your skin
it's a rockabilly music make you silly in the end
it's a time warp puttin' circles on your eyes
it's a rockabilly music that's a blessing in disguise
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I wanna talk about me
Poetry & LyricsWe talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about meeeeee (me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me-background singers)
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me- background singers)
I wanna talk about meeeeeeee (me,me- background singers)
(I wanna talk about me- background singers)mmmm me me me me
(I wanna talk about me- background singers)mmmm me me me me
You you you you you you you you you you you you you
I wanna talk about ME!
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about meeeeeeee (me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me,-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me,me,me-background singers)
Oh me!
Little miss cant be wrong....
Poetry & LyricsBeen a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do
She want one man made of hercules and cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, little miss cant be wrong
Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong
Aint nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.
Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong
Whatcha gonna do to get into another one of these rock n roll Songs?
Other peoples thoughts they aint your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and french
You do you brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench
Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong...
I hope those cigarettes gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back I hope your doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety-nine
Little miss, little miss, little miss cant be wrong....
~SPIN DOCTORS
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Poetry & LyricsDo not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas Page
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas Page 
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