Receiving dept. 3 a.m. Staff cuts have socked up the overage Directives are posted. No callbacks complaints. Everywhere is calm. Hong Kong is present Taipei awakes All talk of circadian rhythm I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray Daysleeper
Harmful elements in the air Symbols clashing everywhere Reaps the fields of rice and reeds While the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water An old custom to sell your daughter Would you like number 23? Leave your yens on the counter please Hong kong garden
You'll remember me when the west wind moves Among the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold So she took her love for to gaze awhile Among the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me will you be my love Among the fields of barley And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in fields of gold
I've been to Hollywood I've been to Redwood I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold
I hear a lot of stories, I suppose they could be true All about love and what it can do for you High is the risk of striking out, the risk of getting hurt And still I have so much to learn Well I know 'cause I think about it all the time I know that real love is hard to find And a good heart these days is hard to find True love, the lasting kind A good heart these days is hard to find So please be gentle with this heart of mine
This is Havana The night before the revolution Carlos Romero Pambo plays the symphony For latin piano Popping corks and blasting bullets La habanera dances in the streets And like every night Pedro Comacho sells peanuts Outside the Tropicana club Don't ask me why Life is one day La habanera La habanera She dances on the street at night La habanera La habanera She is ready for a fight Don't ask me why Pedro Comacho The former informer of the secret police Is still standing outside the club Pretending to be blind He watches the last plane to Miami Disappearing in a flaming purple sky Now he knows He has been left behind
Blimey I thought we were supposed to put a lyric, not the whole bleedin' song Oh, tell me why... do we build castles in the sky. Oh, tell me why... all the castles way up high.
A little Indian brave who before he was ten, Played war games in the woods with his Indian friends And he built up a dream that when he grew up He would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until Tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night And so castles made of sand melts into the sea, eventually
So long ago.Was it in a dream?Was it just a dream? I know, yes I know.It seemed so very real,seemed so real to me. Took a walk down the street.Through the heat whispered trees. I thought I could hear.Hear.Hear.Hear.Somebody call out my name (John) as it started to rain.Two spirits dancing so strange... Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse Ah! Bowakawa, pousse pousse No. 9 Dream
Goin' on up to the Spirit in the sky That's where I'm gonna go when I die When I die and they lay me to rest I'm gonna go to the place that's the best Prepare yourself, you know it a must Gotta have a friend named Jesus So you know that when you die It's gonna recommend you to the Spirit in the sky
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds
The French are glad to die for love, They delight in fighting duels, But I prefer a man who lives and gives Expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental But diamonds are a girl's best friend A kiss may be grand... but it won't pay the rental on your humble flat Or help you at the automat Men grow cold as girls grow old And we all lose our charms in the end But square cut or pear shape these rocks don't lose their shape Diamonds are a girl's best friend
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea You became the light on the dark side of me Love remains a drug that's the high and not the pill But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? [Chorus] Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooo, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey
Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing
I am sailing, I am sailing. home again, 'cross the sea. I am sailing stormy waters To be near you, to be free I am flying, I am flying Like a bird 'cross the sky I am flying, passing high clouds To be with you, to be free
There's a little bird, Somebody sent Down to the earth to Live on the wind. Blowing on the wind, She sleeps on the wind, This little bird, Little bird. Light and fragile And feathered sky-blue. Thin and graceful, The sun shining through. She flies so high, Up in the sky, Way out of reach Of human eyes.
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that's your way. You always walked a step behind. So I was the one with all the glory, while you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful face without a name for so long. A beautiful smile to hide the pain. Did you ever know that you're my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle, 'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss And I turn And I dream of what I need. I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong And he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
