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AL STEWART lyrics - Bed-Sitter Images

Swiss Cottage Manoeuvres

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On a Christmas cake day one Friday in August In a bookshop in Charing Cross Road I first set eyes on a girl and at once I did know She had eyes like a poet and hair like a rainbow Reflecting the lights that did glow And the sadness she kept in her eyes Struck my senses a blow And so as by chance at the touch of a glance We could find ourselves out in the road With no crush of time to defeat us and no place to go And I couldn't say how but the coffee bar crowd Had appeared through the silence that broke And she said "Oh my father's a judge in St Albans you know." "Oh well, then perhaps I could help you You know that St. Albans is miles away And I've got a room in Swiss Cottage in which you could stay "She laughed "Oh I couldn't do that, For I've got to be up in the morning you see. "So I rang up to find out the first morning train she could take And so in the gloom of a candlelit room With spaghetti, two forks and a plate She said "Oh I really would like to be free and escape." "Oh well if it's like thatYou don't have to go back And you're perfectly welcome to stay" "But I've not finished school yet." she said as she got into bed And so as she slept and the pure morning crept Through the windows to take her away I thought you can't make people be what you want them to be I could see my self nailed to a dormitory tale Of a holiday night's escapade And just yesterday she had seemed like a woman to me And so like a child with the sleep in her eyes Where the sadness of age had once been She left on the train with a "See you again" and a smile And I couldn't say what I had won or I lost Or even just what I had seen But when I'm alone I just think of her once in awhile.

The Celebration Of The Lizard

Doors
The Celebration of the Lizard Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground He fled the town He went down South and crossed the border Left the chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shiny skin Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin Wake up! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead prisons And she was beside me Oh, she's no young Her dark white hair Her white soft skin Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom Look! shes coming in here! I can't live thru each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain . . . Once I had, a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean the game called 'go insane' Now you should try this little game Just close your eyes forget your name Forget the world forget the people And we'll erect a different steeple This little game is fun to do Just close your eyes no way to lose And I'm right there I'm going too Release control we're breaking thru Way back deep into the brain Way back past the realm of pain back where there's never any rain And in the labyrinth of streams Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of Gentle hill dwellers and the gentle hills around Reptiles abounding Fossils, caves, cool air heights Each house repeats a mold Windows rolled Beast car locked in against morning Rugs silent, mirrors vacant Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples Wound in sheets And daughters, smug With semen eyes in their nipples Wait There's been a slaughter here (Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground you're getting out of town We're going on the run And you're the one I want to come Not to touch the earth Not to see the sun Nothing left to do, but Run, run, run Let's run House upon the hill Moon is lying still Shadows of the trees Witnessing the wild breeze C'mon baby run with me Let's run Run with me Run with me Run with me Let's run (repeat) Dead president's corpse in the driver's car The engine runs on glue and tar C'mon along, we're not going very far To the East to meet the Czar The mansion is warm, at the top of the hill Rich are the rooms and the comforts there Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs And you won't know a thing till you get inside Run with me Run with me Run with me Lets go Some outlaws lived by the side of the lake The minister's daughter's in love with the snake Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home We should see the gates by morning We should be inside by evening Let the carnival bells ring Let the serpent sing Let everything We came down The rivers and highways We came down from Forests and falls We came down from Carson and Springfield We came down from Phoenix enthralled And I can tell you The names of the Kingdom I can tell you The things that you know Listening for a fistful of silence Climbing valleys into the shade I am the Lizard King Retire now to your tents and to your dreams Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth I want to be ready'

Chattanooga City Limit Sign

JOHNNY CASH "The Baron"
I was thumbin' a ride one Saturday mornin' Outta Nashville totin' my sack I lent my car to a gal that lived in Chattanooga And she hadn't never brought it back She was drinkin' pretty heavy when I let her have it I hope she knows it was only a loan Ain't no tellin' what I might have told her back at the time But that ole car was also my home About five miles out I was gettin' kinda tired Sweatin' hard and feelin' kinda weak I woke up with no cigarettes and nothin' to drink And I hadn't had a bite to eat My nerves was so quick I couldn't tell where I was shakin' Then a set of brakes sang my song Some fella stuck his head out a '57 Chevy And hollered hey man come on I told 'em I was headin' down to Chattanooga They said hop in we're goin' there too And the way they took off in a cloud of smoke I still ain't believin' it was true They had their windows down and I was sittin' in the back With my tongue still hung in my throat He was hittin' just about a hundred and ten And he said man what you think of this boat Well there was two semi's a strugglin' up ahead One tryin' to pass the other They had the whole road blocked so he passed 'em on the right And let me tell you somethin' brother I was so nervous that my teeth was clickin' There wadn't no way my head could think Then the one that was sittin' on the passanger side Turned and said hey man you want somethin' to drink I just shook my head cause I couldn't talk He said okay and then he said cheers Them fools was drinkin' whiskey and wine And chasin' it down with beer Well I started sweatin' that ol' sticky sweat And I know I was white as a sheep Then one turned the radio on wide open And said hey man check that beat By the time we reached the top of Monteagle I thought I heard a rumblin' sound And then I saw a sign that said fallin' rock And right there I was floorboard bound I was rollin' and squirmin' on the ol' floorboard Too weak to sit or stand And then the driver said we're doin' a hundred and twenty Look here man no hands I got up enough nerve to raise up and look And by now there couldn't be no surprise But his hair was blowin' all over my face And dandruff blowed in both eyes He never did drive on the right or left He just kept on ridin' that line I rubbed my eyes and saw the prettiest thing The Chattanooga city limit sign He slowed down and I said Mister please I'd like to get off right here He said aw ride on into town with us We're gonna go down and pick up some more beer I said please once more and he stopped the car And then he handed me my sack Said they'd look for me on the road later on In case I wanted to catch a ride back I got out and sat down by the side of the road Feelin' sick and lookin' mighty pale I don't remember anything much after that But next mornin' I woke up in jail I didn't know anybody in my cell And didn't wanta ask why was there But they all kept grinnin' and turnin' their heads And it was more than my head could bear So I called the jailer and I asked him to tell me Why I was there if he'd be so kind He said for stoppin' the traffic while I was huggin' and kissin' The Chattanooga city limit sign

Open All Night

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN "Nebraska"
Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked with her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks for a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the carwash, check the plugs and points Well, I'm goin' out tonight. I'm gonna rock that joint Early north Jersey industrial skyline I'm a all-set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station, gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're all alone Gotta hit the gas, baby. I'm running late, this New Jersey in the mornin' like a lunar landscape Now, the boss don't dig me, so he put me on the nightshift It's an all night run to get back to where my baby lives In the wee wee hours your mind gets hazy radio relay towers, won't you lead me to my baby? Underneath the overpass, trooper hits his party light switch Goodnight good luck one two power shift I met Wanda when she was employed behind the counter at route 60 Bob's Big Boy Fried Chicken on the front seat, she's sittin' in my lap We're wipin' our fingers on a Texaco roadmap I remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill with them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas Gotta call my baby on the telephone Let her know that her daddy's comin' on home Sit tight, little mama, I'm comin' 'round I got three more hours, but I'm coverin' ground Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin' long distance salvation Hey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock'n'roll, deliver me from nowhere

47 Goonz

JOEY BADA$$ "Summer Knights"
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Yo, Badass don't act or pretend, back at it again Hit it from the back, she a addict within I got her on some shit like "I'm a get tatted for him" She a ride or die, slim, when she in the denims Remember it like it was yesterday Another case of "I fucked your bitch, nigga" but a more clever way Caught in the room the elevate, said if you ever may Slip then hit her on the hip where the Beretta stay Catch me somersaulting my eyelids Awakened from a dream, just perceived how I live So it's make believe, rather unique Lavish, sweet all live in a rapper physique Hit up a show then after retreat back to the telly with freaks Pack up a bowl and we ain't even eat But we got a appetite for cookie creases and treats And they all got tricks up they sleeve [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] Mansion on the bridge, Mary Jane, fuck your cigarette I'm laughing out loud, ask me if I'm still stressed, possessed Hope the boys in blue don't arrest yours truly Respect but suspect, protect your neck jewelry 47s and Uzis, well-connected and recruiting I be with my Mexicans, I know they got the toolie I'm smoking doobies with like 20 of my goons Hotbox the whip and let smoke fill the room Even through my lenses, my sense is on the moon Dirty be the name and I came from the black lagoon I'm sick with the ink like infected tattoos Just one love but the two-three's branded on my shoes You would think I had a eighth the way I'm crushing them grapes Had her whining for a taste, that's why she's up in my face Them Apex taking over like we running with Apes What's the verdict? Nothing but a fucking disgrace, nigga [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] This ain't Quidditch but you know the snitch get caught Then get bitched like the bitch she brought, throw your fit then walk When they clip all of your Christmas thoughts There's no giving when they take what you got Placed in the crop circle, doc with a smocksie Art what we drop, dropping car with Da Vinci, whimpering Leave that risk to your Pros Wrist full of stone, lapidate if they pass me the smoke I'm strapped and irate, daps from the fake Get me mad and I contemplate irrational mode Don't think about nada, strung you by your collar The flow father who balanced out his chromosomes proper I'm going home partner like Posada, they talk beef But toss the ensalada, peep the blue Impala There's arrogant cops who stay intruding Can't stop the 47 like protagonist in Absolution Them wack rappers who track-eluding Critic is a random student who use the era as a new rap influence Faster than ransom shootings or some cancer fluid I still kill and you can't lose it

Lead Me Not

Lari White "Best Of Lari White"
(Lari White) Well, I should have been home hours ago I always lose track of the time I'll just hold up this wall while I try to recall A thought from the back of my mind Oh yeah, I remember, It began with a wink When you caught me lookin' at you So don't ask me if you can buy me a drink I know what you're tryin' to do. Lead me not into temptation I already know the road all too well Lead me not into temptation I can find it all by myself I've the best of intentions, Lord, I mean to be good And straight to the path I should go But seems the harder I try, the further I slide 'Til I'm lost down that same dead end road Now you're a good lookin' thing, and that must be the best Proposition that I've had all day But there's no need for subtlety, darlin' just get thee behind me And I'll show you the way. Lead me not into temptaion I already know the road all too well Oh Lead me not into temptation I can find it all by myself. Oh Lead me not into temptation I can find it all by myself.

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