More Song Lyrics 5

Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart and alone
I need to get back home to cool, cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay, and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Woo, oh god, I need a drink of cool, cool rain
Love, reign o'er me

Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend

Yeah, I heard a funny thing,
Somebody said to me,
You know that I could be in love with almost everyone,
I think that people are
The greatest fun

I come home in the mornin' light
My mother says "when you gonna live your life right?"
Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones
And girls, they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have fun

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And as she passes
Each one she passes goes,' Aah!'

Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run, girl
You're much too young, girl

Run to me whenever you're lonely (to love me)
Run to me if you need a shoulder
Now and then, you need someone older
So darling, you run to me

Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Don't make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move
They can feel it all over
But they can feel it all over people
They can feel it all over
They can feel it all over people, no, yeah

[Ok forget that one again].

You don't need analyzing
It is not so surprising
That you feel very strange but nice
Your heart goes pitter patter
I know just what's the matter
Because I've been there once or twice
Put your head on my shoulder
You need someone who's older
A rubdown with a velvet glove
There is nothing you can take
To relieve that pleasant ache
You're not sick
You're just in love

When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange

Strange brew, kill what's inside of you...

She's a witch of trouble in electric blue
In her own mad mind she's in love with you
With you
What you gonna do?

Strange brew, kill what's inside of you.

Well, she ain't no witch
And I love the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah
Well, she ain't no witch
And I love the way she twitch, ah, ah, ah
I'm a laborer of love in my Persian gloves, ah, ah, ah

I've had other guys
I've looked into their eyes
But I never knew love before
Until you walked through my door
I've had other guys
I've sailed a thousand ships
But no matter where I go
You're the one for for me, baby, this I know
True blue
You're the one I'm dreaming of
You're heart fits me like a glove
And I'm going to be, true blue, baby I love you

Am I blue
You’ll be too
If your schemes like your dreams
Done fell through

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
They haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse

I've been driving in my car
It's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill
From a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine
In a factory by the Tyne

Oh Lord won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porches I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king

Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waitin' 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river and me

And I find it kind of funny
Find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles, it a very, very
Mad world, mad world

This is a man's world, this is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

Take your mind back, I don't know when
Sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them
Girls that wore pink and boys that wore blue
Boys that always grew up better men than me and you
What's a man now?
What's a man mean?
Is he rough or is he rugged?
Is he cultural and clean?
Now it's all change, it's got to change more
'Cause we think it's getting better
But nobody's really sure
And so it goes, go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are

All of her lover's talk about her notes
And the flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy?
Isn't she pretty in pink?
The one who insists he was first in line
Is the last to remember her name
He's walking around in this dress that she wore
She is gone, but the joke's the same,