Lyrical Response

[SinceThe70s]

I realize I missed a day
But I'm too wrecked to care anyway
I look around and see this face
What the hell have I lost my taste

[WhoTom]

My brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head
'Cuz I drank too much tequila, and I woke up seein' red
And now all I really want from life is to crawl back into bed
On account of my brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head

 

[Bill from NYC]

When I was just a little young boy,

Papa said "Son you'll never get far.

I'll tell you the reason, if you want to know,

Cause child of mine, there really isn't very, far to go.

 

Well baby baby wants a gold diamond ring,

Wants it more than almost any old thing.

Well when I get those jelly roll blues,

Why I'd go and get, anything in this world for you.

[Gray Beard]

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Oh, oh, oh
Sweet child o' mine

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Thank you for your wine, California
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia
Come on, honey child, beg you
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya
Got to scrape the sh!t right off your shoes

[WhoTom]

Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going To California with an aching in my heart

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

You can tell your mom I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can tell my lip
He never really liked me anyway

 

Or tell your Aunt Louise, tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not OK.
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

 

But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man

[Gray Beard]

It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down

 

It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown

[BillsFanNC]

What you own is your own kingdom
What you do is your own glory
What you love is your own power
What you live is your own story

 

In your head is the answer
Let it guide you along
Let your heart be the anchor
And the beat of your song

 

Oh you don't get something for nothing
You can't have freedom for free, no

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no
And, feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

[Bill from NYC]

Like a hurricane around your heart,

When earth and sky are torn apart,

He comes gathering up the bits,

While hoping that the puzzle fits,

He leaves you. He leaves you.

Freedom Rider.

[WhoTom]

I feel the earth move under my feet
I feel the sky tumbling down, tumbling down
I feel my heart start to trembling
Whenever you're around

 

 

[Gray Beard]

You're my baby, you're my pet
We fell in love on the night we met
You touched my hand, my heart went pop
Ooh, when we kissed I could not stop

 

You walked out of my dreams and into my arms
Now you're my angel divine
You're sixteen, you're beautiful and you're mine

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

They're really rockin Boston
In Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Sweet Little Sixteen
She's just got to have
About half a million
Framed autographs
Her wallet's filled with pictures
She gets 'em one by one
She gets so excited
Watch her look at her run

[SinceThe70s]

Well you're just 17 and all you want to do is disappear
You know what I mean there's a lot of space between your ears
The way that you touch don't feel no nothin'
Hey hey hey hey it was the D.N.A.

[WhoTom]

Hey, nineteen
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember the Queen of Soul
It's hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I'm crazy
But I'm just growin' old

 

[Gray Beard]

You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right

[The Real Buffalo Joe]

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

[KD in CA]

If you want to know 'bout the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know 'bout the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the Sunday papers
Sunday papers

[WhoTom]

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died