Lyrical Response

[WhoTom]

I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach
And yet I've lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown

And on the dance floor broken glass
The bloody faces slowly pass
The numbered seats in empty rows
It all belongs to me you know

 

[Don Otreply]

...When he drove down the street in his Maserati, Pablo Picsso was never called an azshole, not like you..,

 

( part of the sound track from Repo Man) 

[Gray Beard]

I'm ridin' in your car
You turn on the radio
You're pullin' me close
I just say no
I say I don't like it
But you know I'm a liar
'Cause when we kiss, ooh
Fire

[SinceThe70s]

The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played back when I was a kid

 

Want to get down in a cool way
Picture yourself on a beautiful day
Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair
Just walkin' in style with a portable CD player
No you'd listen to the music on the

 

AM radio 

 

(kind of funny that this song is also outdated)

 

[WhoTom]

Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

 

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I'd gladly do it because
I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.

[PastaJoe]

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be
(Bop-bop-bop-bop)
You're gonna give your love to me
(Bop-bop-bop-bop)
I want to love you night and day
(Bop-bop-bop-bop)
You know my loving not fade away
(Bop-bop-bop-bop)
Well you know my loving not fade away

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

I'm not content to be with you in the daytime
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time
The only time I feel alright is by your side
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time
All day and all of the night
All day and all of the night
All day and all of the night

[SinceThe70s]

So you do what you want
And pretend again that it's time to roam 'cause you can't go home
Maybe you'll find your way today,
But while you're at it you'll have some fun
And through tears of laughter
You know it's nothing until you find someone
You wouldn't miss it
You don't care if it's day or night

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Come gather 'round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
And you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

[WhoTom]

Let me flow into the ocean
Let me get back to the sea
Let me be stormy, let me be calm
Let the tide in and set me free

Set me free
Set me free
I want to drown
In cold water

 

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

They call it stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad
They call it stormy Monday
But Tuesday's just as bad
Lord, and Wednesday's worse
And Thursday's all so bad

[Gray Beard]

Monday mornin' feels so bad
Ev'rybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wed'sday just don't go
Thursday goes too slow
I've got Friday on my mind

 

[WhoTom]

Everybody's dancin' down the local armory
With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery.
The temperature keeps risin', everybody gettin' high;
Come the rockin' stroke of midnite, the whole place gonna fly.

Huh, Hey! Saturday Night!
Yea, ahah, one more Saturday night,
Hey Saturday night!

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Flying on a free flight
Driving all night
With my machinery
'Cause I got the power

Any hour
To show the man in me
I got reputations
Blown to pieces
With my artillery

 

I'll be guided in
We'll be ridin'
Given what you got to me

 

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry
'Cause it's your turn tonight

 

Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you, babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

[PastaJoe]

When people keep repeating
That you'll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can't seem to get enough

 

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can sore
I see me runnin through that open door
I believe I can fly

[Gray Beard]

sky pilot
How high can you fly
You'll never, never, never reach the sky

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

If you feel that it's real I'm on trial
And I'm here in your prison
Like a coin in your mint
I am dented and I'm spent with high treason

 

Through a glass eye your throne
Is the one danger zone
Take me to the pilot for control
Take me to the pilot of your soul

 

Take me to the pilot
Lead me through the chamber
Take me to the pilot
I am but a stranger

[WhoTom]

She told me she worked
In the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't
And crawled off to sleep in the bath

 

And when I awoke I was alone
This bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?

[Gray Beard]

My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five and then
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him