: I like the sound of St Petersburg bells banging in my head The night train rattle and shake and rumble through that cabin bunk bed Now Sigmund said
: Well I?ve been at the top of a cliff and seen ships go sailing away And I?ve watched the sea turn green and bright bluefish swim in the shade I?ve
used to cry but now I have to laugh because she?s got that torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i?m looking up as i?m lying
: I?ve got a key And a piece of paper in my pocket deep In my pocket piece of paper and a key as I wander through the street War is there a war or is
I say my legs they?re wearing baggy pants I like to move around cos getting down and jumping up these are some good things that I found Aeehhhiiiaaaaa boom shak the empire
: The weekend is the weekend And it?s sunny in the park I?ll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I?ve got a lot of homework But
: If frisy hair was a metaphor for festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I
: Sol y Sombra aeh Mama Ollie?s cha cha Singing eah eah eah Sol y Sombra aeh Papa Kanela Oh eah eah
: Do you ever look around turn your ear to the ground show your face to the sky on a night when the skies echoe sounds from inside of your mind on the
: I?ve got the clouds on a string That I pull with my little finger elegantly What is this oh what?s this music on the breeze It sounds like all my holidays
never ends? Morning is one thousand dreams away and our expedition telling us to stay so stay we will we?ve got that gypsy lady perched upon our bow and the empire
she climbed out the window in the darkness And behind you in the night A million dogs come out to fight In the empire that will be rising Rising through
: Parking Inspector - just made my list of one thousand one thousand and one but ah Parking Inspector? Went to my friends when I found a fine beat
: CHORUS It wasn?t hard? To get the party started (harry?s verse) Chillin at the club Pimpin with my money (Well actually, my parties are more like)
: I?ve done too much of some things And not enough of others Just like all life lovers I?ve changed and changed and changed and changed From one thing
: Lord unchain my hands let me sing inside the crowded trams let me dance among the traffic jams we're going to sleep on the St Kilda sands Lord unbind
: And for all of the sweet loving that I have received in the sun in the rain by the moon by the sea there is one time that I'm thinking of one time
: Oh this man he wakes up in the morning Don't know where His eyes do squint The sun does glare Stands up yawns Does stretch his limbs Turns his face