: [Originally by Eddie Cochran] Well, I'm gonna raise a fuss I'm gonna raise a holler About a working all summer Just to try to earn a dollar Well
: [Originally by Buffalo Springfield] There's something happening here What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me
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: [Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame
: [Originally by Robert Johnson] I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above
: [Originally by Buffalo Springfield] Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event
: [Originally by The Yardbirds] Sick at heart and lonely, Deep in dark despair. Thinking one thought only Where is she tell me where. And if she says
: [Originally by Love] When I was a boy I thought about the times I'd be a man I'd sit inside a bottle and pretend that I was in a jam In my lonely
: Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding North and West Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry all those
: A waive toward the clearing the sky All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view A billion other voices are spreading other news All
: A certain measure of innocence Willing to appear naive A certain degree of imagination A measure of make-believe A certain degree of surrender To
: It's not the heat It's the inhumanity Plugged into the sweat of a summer street Machine gun images pass Like malice through a looking glass The slackjaw
: Stratospheric traces of our transitory flight Trails of condensation held In narrow paths of white The sun is turning black The world is turning gray
: How many times Do we tire of all the little battles? Threaten to call it quits Tempted to cut and run How many times Do we weather out the stormy
: The way out Is the way in The way out Is the way in... Out of touch With the weather and the wind direction With the sunrise And the phases of the
: On certain nights When the angles are right And the moon is a slender crescent It's circle shows In a ghostly glow Of earthly luminescence Earthshine
: I wasn't walking on water I was standing on a reef When the tide came in Swept beneath the surface Lost without a trace No hope at all No hope at all
: Here's a little trap That sometimes catches everyone When today's as far as we can see Faith in bright tomorrows Giving way to resignation That's how