Lyrical Response

[PastaJoe]

Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow 
This land fed a nation this land made me so proud 
And son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now 
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow 
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow

[WhoTom]

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold

[PastaJoe]

There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Think of my life-long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied
If you got pneumonia and died
I really can't stay
Get over that hold out
Baby, it's cold
Baby, it's cold outside

[WhoTom]

Inside outside, leave me alone
Inside outside, nowhere is home
Inside outside, where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen

[Joe Ferguson forever]

In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to
Make it clear to whoever
Wants to know what it's like when you're shattered

Left standing in the lurch at a church
Were people saying, My God, that's tough
She stood him up
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally

[muppy]

I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone

And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though
Alone

[PastaJoe]

Doo-*****, doo-be-doo-doo-*****, doo-wah, doo-lang
Blue days, black nights, doo-wah, doo-lang
I look into the sky (the love you need ain't gonna see you through)
And I wonder why (the little things you planned ain't coming true)

Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight
Oh, oh, telephone line, give me some time
I'm living in twilight

[WhoTom]

Almost cut my hair
It happened just the other day
It's gettin' kinda long
I coulda said it was in my way
But I didn't and I wonder why
I feel like letting my freak flag fly

[muppy]

I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from some old clock
And baby when I'm through
I'll get more loving from the dumb-dumb-dummy
Than I ever got from you
 

 

[PastaJoe]

I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream
Could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release

Eyes without a face
Eyes without a face
Eyes without a face
Got no human grace
You're eyes without a face

 

[Bill from NYC]

I know this super highway
This bright familiar sun
I guess that I'm the lucky one
Who wrote that tired sea song
Set on this peaceful shore
You think you've heard this one before

 

Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last

[WhoTom]

What's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this?
They don't make girls like you no more
And I'd like to get to know you
On closer terms than this
But I guess you've heard it all before

[PastaJoe]

Yes, I would like to get to know you, if I could
Like to get to know you
Finally I found, searching all around
Just was not the answer
One I thought was true 
Looked a bit like you
Figured I might chance her
Hardly need to say 
She went on her way 
Said it was all over
Well it's been some time
And I guess that I'm just meant to be a rover

[muppy]

… I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands
Could be time spent with you

… Oh, laughing like children
Living like lovers
Rolling like thunder
Under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

[WhoTom]

All you people, you know the blues got a soul
Well this is a story, a story never been told
Well you know the blues got pregnant
And they named the baby Rock & Roll

 

[Joe Ferguson forever]

Blue Monday how I hate Blue Monday
Got to work like a slave all day
Here come Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday
I'm so tired got no time to play

Here come Wednesday, I'm beat to my socks
My gal calls, got to tell her that I'm out
'Cause Thursday is a hard workin' day
And Friday I get my pay

Saturday mornin', oh Saturday mornin'
All my tiredness has gone away
Got my money and my honey
And I'm out on the stand to play

[Bill from NYC]

Come Saturday morning

I'm goin' away with my friend

We'll Saturday-spend 'til the end of the day-ay

Just I and my friend

We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles

And then we'll move on

But we will remember, Long after Saturday's gone

[PastaJoe]

Headin' out to San Francisco
For the Labor Day weekend show
I got my Hush Puppies on
I guess I never was meant for glitter rock 'n' roll
And honey, I didn't know that I'd be missin' you so

Come Monday, it'll be alright
Come Monday, I'll be holdin' you tight
I spent four lonely days in a brown L.A haze
And I just want you back by my side

 

[WhoTom]

West L.A. fadeaway
West L.A. fadeaway
Little red light on the highway
Big green light on the speedway, hey, hey, hey

 

[Joe Ferguson forever]

You got a fast car
And I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Any place is better
Starting from zero, got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
I got a plan to get us out of here
I've been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money