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THREE DOG NIGHT lyrics - American Pastime

Yellow Beach Umbrella

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(C. Doerge/J. Henske) When I am a flyer, I'll fly down to Miami, Get a room in one of those big resort hotels. Nobody there will ever get to know me well. Nobody there will ever get to know me well. I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella On the shore of the southern sea. I will be a mystery to everyone. I won't take you along with me. When I am a driver, I'll drive to Pensacola, Sleep in the sand whether the weather Brings sunshine or rain. Nobody there will ever get to know my name; Nobody there will ever get to know my name. I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella On the shore of the southern sea. I will be a mystery to everyone. I won't take you along with me. When I am a rider, I'll ride up to Tempico. No telephones Honey, your money'd be wasted on a telegram 'cause nobody there will ever find out who I am. Nobody there will ever find out who I am. I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella On the shore of the southern seas. I will be a mystery to everyone. I won't take you along with me. I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella On the shore of the southern seas. I will be a mystery to everyone. I won't take you (along) I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella On the shore of the southern seas. I will be a mystery (I will be a mystery) To everyone (to everyone). I won't take you along with me. I'll be just another yellow beach umbrella On the shore of the southern seas. I will be a mystery to everyone. I won't take you along with me.

No Yellow Heart

Hine Rupert
No broken spirit No yellow heart No shattered image to fall apart As the Earth starts to crumble he will fly like a dart From the deepest cave Through the rocks that tumble To the highest mountain Where he will be saved No lamb to the slaughter He's a man unchained No broken spirit No yellow heart No earthly limits, no water mark When the fires engulf the jungle he will slice through a path For the smoke recoils And he walks right through the flames Onto the troubled seas And back again - No broken spirit No yellow heart No shattered image to fall apart Control No broken spirit - no hidden motives No yellow heart - no starving soul No shattered image - no tighter order To fall apart This is control The dagger of desire only scrathed this man of steel God knows if it goes too deep It's a three-sided slit that never heals in the heat No broken spirit No yellow heart No shattered image to fall apart As the Earth starts to crumble he will fly like a dart From the deepest cave Through the rocks that tumble To the highest mountain Where he will be saved No lamb to the slaughter He's a man unchained No hidden motive No starving soul No tighter order This is control No false attachment to the cunning art It looks like suicide to the naked eye And I know why Control... ------------------------------------- Guitars: PHIL PALMER JAMIE WEST-ORAM Drums: MICHAEL DAWE, TREVOR MORAIS RUPERT HINE

You Are Beautiful To Me

HOWARD JONES "Working In The Backroom"
Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to hold you Can't tell you how many dreams how many fantasies As I count down the hours and I count down the seconds Will I be able to say will I be able to say You are beautiful to me You are sexual to me Still a mystery You are woman Sometimes I wonder if this love will ever find expression Does a seed in winters arms know of springs intention Two spirits dancing through a body conversation Is this light years away will I be able to say You are beautiful to me You are sexual to me Still a mystery You are woman

From Long Sleep

ABANDONED POOLS "Sublime Currency"
[Tommy Walter:] On a distant shore In the morning undertow All the ships around awakening I have not forgotten Even more determined now I will wake you up from long sleep When I am king I will send out my whole fleet No island unturned They will bring you home to me [Paris Carney:] In the fabric of a very long enchantment Will you wake me up from long sleep You were my reflection In a world abandoned I will stitch back up our memories When I am queen I will weave your tapestry On my distant shore Till you find your way to me

Jack's Heroes

THE POGUES "Pogue Mahone"
(Terry Woods and Spider Stacy) They wear green And they are beautiful And their hearts are filled with love They're as pure as any lily And as gentle as the dove They'll sing and cheer in harmony Till their throats are cracked & sore But there is no doubt You'll hear them shout When Jackie's heroes score Too-ra-loo Too-ra-loo And we'll follow Jack's heroes Whatever they do They'll come from Dublin And from Cork, from dear old Donegal, From London, Boston, & New York, From anywhere at all, From Parramatta to Fermoy, Strabane to Skibereen (And will) the shout go up When the World Cup Is raised on Stephens Green (Yes it will) And when we're there in Italy On Sardinia's sunny shore We'll be the boys you'll want to see The boys you'll all adore We'll play like perfect gentlemen To win, to lose, to draw For we're here to take the World Cup To Paddy's shamrock shore

Contemporary Man

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips 2"
Get it together Justin, got to get it together fam Let's Go Yeah, fuck the back talk Save all that pussy shit for the cat walk Now write your name 100 times on the blackboard Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, like I'm Pistol Pete You already know you a goner when I kiss your cheek Lift your feet, like when your sister sweeps Fine dining, drink water out the crystal creek Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr. Cheeks (Uhhhh, fly shit Grown Man shit Do it one more time, fuck it I'm good to go) Yo, I'm a wild freak, hit shorty where the child sleep While her mother make soup with the cow feet Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau Brummell Hopping out the limo at the old Tunnel Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the streets Spread bed on the feet Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73 Aqua marine with a popular fiend, uhh Big Bird, Farrington alumnus Mouth like a pussy, she gummed it You see me in the green velour, facial conquistador Then I order up a feast for four If you see me in a leather, know it's reaching the floor Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah Spinal tap, you spitting gynecology rap Eat your pussy with a plastic bag, covering that Brothers will clap leave you hovered or jacked If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering that This tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot Near the pee pee will make you poo-poo a lot In the Z3 bumping U2 (Yo this Big Motherfucking Body, bitch) Ginger ale laying in a Knicks cup Pay thirty dollars for a dick suck Pay a hundred dollars for the joints I rolled Oyster bowls chilling in the cloisters I love Black girls boisterous Shorty's on the arm like a koi fish On a Herbie White dude with the yellow fever Yellow sneakers, see through yellow beeper (Feel the beat...) When our eyes first met was like the fourth day in July When you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine Watch my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving Six ducks in a wood burning oven Georgia Southern, her alma mater She raised out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado Looney Tunes, Taz on the shirt Fuck swag, got pizzazz Two jags, Cincinnati Zubaz Du rag, Bay Terrace pool pass Talked to Skip, schooled me on the ponies Next year catch me posing at the Tonys Folding paper wilding at the OTB Grow the money like a Cocha tree American flags hang on walls that hide money Put my arm through the Picasso Kept a fortress, crib got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling Two stallions pull the buggy, Clydesdale Crack the Bud, guzzle, humidors Uncle Moozy with the Mitsubishi Uncle Jimmy with the funny money flossing out in AC Randy Quaid with the turtleneck Erma with the jungle juice, man feet Beamer with the tan seats, Smack the taco out your mouth, green couch

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