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Here I go in love again
Here I go wo wo
Like a Loco Mosquito..

I confess to not knowing this one, - I asked some one for help and couldnt resist using 🦟!

I lit a thin green candle
To make you jealous of me
But the room just filled up with mosquitoes
They heard that my body was free

'Cause honey I'll come get my things, but I can't let go
I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

Red light, green light,
Speeding through the dark night,
Driving through the pounding rain
I gotta see Jane

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene

I wanna be free
Like the bluebirds flying by me
Like the waves out on the blue sea
If your love has to tie me
Don't try me, say good-bye
I wanna be free...

Oh The Monkees. My NZ pen pal and I both had a crush on Davy Jones!

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way
To be free

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward! The sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye

My bonny lies over the ocean
My bonny lies over the sea
My bonny lies over the ocean
Oh bring back my bonny to me.

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly
Blow, bonny breeze, my lover to me.

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don’t change, come what may

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

And love don't play any games with me
Anymore like she did before
The world won't wait, so I better shake
That thing right out there through the door
Hell, I still love you, New York

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

The was something in the air that night
The stars were bright Fernando
They were shine there for you and me
For liberty Fernando...

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem,
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem.
It is the special one, it's never seen the sun,
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming.
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming.

The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come,
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

Stay on the streets of this town
And they'll be carvin' you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight
I'm dyin' for some action
I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

A tenement, a dirty street
Walked and worn by shoe less feet
Inside it's long and so complete
Watched by shivering sun

And from this confusion
I dreamed of a grand illusion
It's my tenement symphony in four flats

And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
and tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence.

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate, or sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed…

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down