It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside I’m not one of those who can easily hide I don’t have much money, but, boy if I did I’d buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, heh… but then again no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do My gift is my song and… this one’s for you And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind That I put down in words… How wonderful life is… while you’re in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well, a few are the verses, well they, they’ve got me quite cross But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song It’s for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue Anyway, the thing is… what I really mean… Your’s are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen And you can tell everybody that this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it’s done I hope you don’t mind, I hope...Read More
Autore: elton john
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees; Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. All my memories gather ’round her. Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hour she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away. And drivin’ down the road I get a feelin’ That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. Country roads, take me home to the place I belong; West Virginia, Mountain Mama. Take me home, country roads. Take me home, (down) country roads. Take me home, (down) country...Read More
Levon wears his war wound like a crown He calls his child Jesus ‘Cause he likes the name And he sends him to the finest school in town Levon, Levon likes his money He makes a lot, they say Spends his days counting In the garage by the motorway He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day When the New York Times said God is dead And the war’s begun Alvin Tostig has a son today And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In tradition with the family plan And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon Levon sells cartoon balloons in town His family business thrives Jesus blows up balloons all day Sits on the porch swing watching them fly And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus Leaving Levon far behind Take a balloon and go sailing While Levon, Levon slowly dies He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day When the New York Times said God is dead And the war’s begun Alvin Tostig has a son today And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In tradition with the family plan, whoo And he shall be Levon And he shall...Read More
I’ll catch the tramline in the morning With your leave Van Bushell said He had further heard the cock crow As he stumbled out the shed Then blind Joseph came towards him With a shotgun in his arms He said you’ll pay me twenty dollars Before you leave my farm Van Bushell saw the hook Which replaced Joseph’s hand He said now calm you down my brother Let’s discuss this man to man It’s no good you getting angry We must try to act our age You’re pursuing your convictions Like some hermit in a cage You’re the son of your father Try a little bit harder Do for me as he would do for you With blood and water bricks and mortar He built for you a home You’re the son of your father So treat me as your own Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle And he emptied out the shells Van Bushell he came towards him He shook his arm and wished him well He said now hey blind man that is fine But I sure can’t waste my time So move aside and let me go my way I’ve got a train to ride Well Joseph turned around His grin was now a frown He said let me just refresh your mind Your manners boy seem hard to find Well there’s two men...Read More
I never liked this Apple much It always seemed too big to touch I can’t remember how I found My way before she came around I tell everyone I smile just because I got a city love I found it in Lydia And I can’t remember life before her name She keeps a toothbrush at my place As if I had the extra space She steals my clothes to wear to work I know her hairs are on my shirt I tell everyone I smile just because I got a city love I found in Lydia And I can’t remember life before The day she called up and came to me Covered in rain with dinnertime shadowing And as her clothes spun we spooned And I knew I was through When I said, “I love you” Friday evening, we’ve been drinking Two A.M. I swear that I just might propose But we close the tab Split a cab And call each other up when we get home, yeah Falling asleep to the sound of sirens I got a city love, oh And I found it in America, oh oh oh From the battery to the gallery It’s the kind of thing you only see In scented, glossy magazines And I can’t remember life before her...Read More
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