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I think I'm going to Katmandu
That's really, really where I'm going to
If I ever get out of here
That's what I'm gonna do

 

Posted

I have just closed my eyes again

Climbed aboard the Dream Weaver train

Driver take away my worries of today

And leave tomorrow behind

 

Dream Weaver, I believe you can get me through the night

Posted

Whatever gets you through the night
It's all right, it's all right
It's your money or your life
It's all right, it's all right

Posted

Baby Breakdown
Go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown honey take me through the night
Breakdown now I'm standing here can't you see
Breakdown, it's alright
It's alright
It's alright

Posted

You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a crowd, talking much too loud, running up and down the stairs
Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years
And though you've tried you just can't hide

Your eyes are edged with tears

 

You better stop, and look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown

Posted

We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
I'll dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
When honey, you know I've never lied to you

We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
 

Posted

Love is waiting there in my beautiful balloon
Way up in the air in my beautiful balloon
If you'll hold my hand we'll chase your dream across the sky
For we can, fly we can fly

Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon
Balloon
Up, up, and away

Posted

Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like she's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got

Posted

I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by my hand
Then the world will know
The Hoochie Coochie Man...

 

Posted

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

Posted

 I said: Now listen, guitar, What you're tryin to do? People will think I'm crazy, if they see me talkin to you .! He said: What's that you say? I said: You'd better hold your tongue.! Now it started like a thinkin, I wasn't stoned nor drinkin, when, I swear, I heard that guitar say: My daddy was a Gibson, my mama was a Fender, thats why they call me, mind bender, mind bender, thats my name

 

It was a mind bending thing...

Posted

She was morning, and I was night time
I one day woke up
To find her lying beside my bed
I softly said "Come take me"
For I've been lonely in need of someone
As though I'd done someone wrong somewhere
But I don't know where, I don't know where
Come lately

You are the sun, I am the moon
You are the words, I am the tune
Play me

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