world Leaving [VIII. A Journey's End] Can you see the fiery light a beacon in the dead of night We have reached our port of call our journey ends by
was riding back in seventh grade in detention I have to send those fools back to the drawing board Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored Making
writting rhymes back in seventh grade in detention I have to send those fools back to the drawing board Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored
man at the end, he's a very good friend Of a man who sells cars second hand Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the harbor There by the port just outside Amsterdam
a cavern, in a canyon, Dadada dadadada... A song with no recognizable merit whatsoever, and imagine what might have happened if, for example, cole porter had tried writing this song
all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire
warm She's a port in a storm I'm worried now but it won't be long It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song I've got issues, yeah Like
. Washington White) Recorded: 1963 Memphis, Tennessee Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Bukka -spoken: This is song
Verse One: When I was five years old I realized there was a road At the end I will win lots of pots of gold Never took a break, never made a mistake
ride in your 3.2 liter ferrari With torsion bar suspension And those ported venturi carburetors! (another spoken and sound effects segment to the end of the song
I can lose myself in the beauty of a song I can climb to the top of a cloud in the sky I can soar through the heavens like a graceful eagle I can swing
sing my song Triumphant - Champion of Ithaca Let a new life begin my journey has come to and end A contest of valor 'to pierce the twelve rings
's house Sat down there as quiet, just as quiet as a mouse She said, ?Now Mister Lost John, be my friend Be my friend up until the end? Well, he's long
John Dunblane, Annie Painter, they were true lovers to the end They grew up together in the streets where no one is your friend They mixed their heart
in your 3.2 liter Ferrari with torsion bar suspension and those ported venturi carburetors! [spoken and sound effects segment to the end of the song]
Your fakes against my dreams This is a song for no one but myself This is a song for no one but myself This is a song for no one but myself: Your lies
