Anyone who had a heart Could look at me And know that I love you Anyone who ever dreamed Could look at me And know I dream of you Knowing I love you
My voluptuary bird of paradise I fold your wings, I won't think twice If the pleasures of the flesh could transcend Then ecstasy would be my end Don'
Oh, way, I'm in love with Betty Jean Oh yeah... Oh, way, every time I see her standing there She's the toughest girl for seven blocks Yellow sweater,
Well, a sister used to hide it, So I never thought she'd find it, (so) she threw you over for posing in a spangled wrapper. She won't let you stroke your
Edith Sitwell giving readings 14 Moscow Road Osbert's giving champagne parties Sachie's got a cold Gertrude's hanging pictures Alice making tea Me, I
Sondhiem/Curry This is the song Tim sang at the S.T.A.G.E. Benefit, 1996. The sun comes up, I think about you. The coffee cup, I think about you. I
Baby woke up nervous She was sweating from the steam Kicked off the covers Fever burning bright Paranoia night Five alarm alert repeats This city never
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Catch you later, baby, I've got to split I've got a habit I just can't quit Catch you later, baby, I gotta split I've
Well, this morning on the radio I heard the DJ say That the temperature is rising And it's going to be a real hot day I took the taxi to the studio At
I try every way I know to tell you, I run down all my clever ways Every smart forever phrase How am I going get a heck of another love letter? But you
Nikki's at the campsite in the caravan On the Riviera Every night the bugs bite Catch her if they can But she don't hear of it She say... "I'm working
I put a spell on you, because you're mine You'd better stop the things that you do I ain't lyin' I just can't stand it babe The way you always run around
Now down the road there lives a man I'd like you all to know, He grew a big zucchini for the local flower show And when the story got around they came
I went down to Paradise Garage And took my place in line The cashier said "Are you alright?" I said "I'm feelin' fine" I'm a stranger to Nirvana, I don
Well, you can Telex my accountant Call up Tele-Credit, too I know they send a monthly statement But I've never read it through You say you won't accept
(by Holland/Dozier/Holland) Baby love, my baby love I need you, oh how I need you But all you do is treat me bad Break my heart and leave me sad Don'
A ballad by Henry Clay Work, originally published in 1864 Researched by Betty Thomas. Nicodemus the slave was of African birth and was bought for a bag
Mmm, sludge Mmm, filth Aah, fumes Oooh, cack Oil and grime, poison sludge Diesel clouds and noxious muck Slime beneath me, slime up above Ooh, you
