More song lyrics 6

Where did you see me last, was it down in Dingly Dell
Could you really tell if it were I or just a passing butterfly.
Where will you see me next, will you wear a ribbon in your hair?
Look at me but do not stare or I may break evaporate into the air.
Ooh, ooh, ooh - there's magic in the air
Ooh, ooh, ooh - it's everywhere
And I need you, to share it with me,
But you're not there and never will you be.

Why don't you tell me you love me?
Why don't you say that you care?
I might do something extravagant
Like play with your hair

Where would that lead me?
Up to your bedroom and into your arms
Would you please me
Or would your conscience save you?

Where would that leave me?
Where would that leave me?

I won't pretend to be perfect
If you won't pretend that I should
We might do something indiscreet
Ah, you know we could

Where would that lead me?
Up to your bedroom and into your arms
Would you please me
Or would your conscience save you?

Where would that leave me?

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh
She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow
There is no other day
Let's try it another way
You'll lose your mind and play
Free games for May
See Emily play

What a I dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
past the shop displays down
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you

In the avenues and alleyways
Where a man's gotta work out which side he's on
Anyway he chooses
Chances are he looses
No one gets to live too long
The avenues and alleyways
Where the soul of a man is easy to buy
Everybody's wheelin'
Everybody's dealin'
All the low and living hyde
Every city's got 'em can we ever stop em
Some of us
Have gotta try

A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On Highway Number Nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush
Oh, Nutbush
Call it Nutbush city limits
Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, little old town
Oh, Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord, I recall my little town
Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze
And after it rains there's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same back in my little town
My little town, my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
In my little town
I never meant nothing, I was just my father's son, hmm-hmm
Saving my money
Dreamin' of glory
Twitching like a finger on a trigger of a gun
Really nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town

Better stop dreaming of the quiet life
'Cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus
'Cos those rosy days are few
And...stop apologising for the things you've never done
'Cos time is short and life is cruel
But it's up to us to change
This town called Malice
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives
Clutch empty milk bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing
When tears come fast and furious
In a town called Malice

I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman
Is still on the line

I need you tonight
'Cause I'm not sleepin'
There's somethin' about you, girl
That makes me sweat
How do you feel? I'm lonely
What do you think? Can't think at all
What you gonna do? Gonna live my life
So slide over here and give me a moment
Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind

Oh I'm thinking tonight of my blues eyes
Who is sailing all over the sea
And I'm thinking tonight of him only
And I wonder does he ever think of me

Could been better for us both had we never
In this wide wicked world had never met
For the pain and the pleasures he's brought me
I am sure I will never forget

So I'm thinking tonight of my blues eyes...

Oh, Bana, Bana it's a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh, Bana, Bana it's a wild world
I'll always remember you like a child

There was a Wild Colonial Boy, Jack Duggan was his name
He was born and raised in Ireland, in a place called Castlemain
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy
And dearly did his parents love, the Wild Colonial Boy

In the day, we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night, we ride through mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line
Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Billy don't like it living here in this town
He says the traps have been sprung long before he was born
He says "hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors"
And pus and grime ooze from its scab crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks"
It's a rat trap Billy, but you're already caught

There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in me kitchen what am I gonna go?
I'm gonna fix that rat that's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna fix that rat
When you open your mouth you don't talk, you shout
And you give every body the blame,
But when they catch you up,
They will shut you up
And you got no one to blame

Don't tread on me
I said, don't tread on me
Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
Never begins it, never, but once engaged
Never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage
I said don't tread on me
So be it
Threaten no more
To secure peace is to prepare for war
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore
Hey
Don't tread on me
Love it or leave it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance
Ooh no, no, no don't tread on me

I knew a man, called him Sandy Cane
Few folks even knew his name
But a hero, yes was he
Left a boy, came back a man
Still many just don't understand
About the reasons we are free
I can't forget the look in his eyes
Or the tears he cried
As he said these words to me
All Gave Some, Some Gave All
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some Gave All

I've been in this town so long that back in the city
I've been taken for lost and gone
And unknown for a long, long time
Fell in love years ago with an innocent girl
From the Spanish and Indian home
Of the Heroes and Villains
Once at night cotillion squared the fight
And she was right in the rain of the bullets
That eventually brought her down
But she's still dancing in the night
Unafraid of what a dude'll do
In a town full of Heroes and Villains

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed
Talking about getting out, packing up our bags
Maybe heading south, I'm thirty-five,
We got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel
And said son, take a good look round
This is your hometown.

If your memory serves you well
We were goin' to meet again and wait
So I'm goin
And sit before it gets too late
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
But you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire, rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode!

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse
We're gonna have a real good time
In the back of the Roadhouse they got someone to love
At the back of the Roadhouse they got someone to love
That's sort of people like to go down slow

Seven little girls sittin' in the backseat
Huggin' and a kissin' with Fred
I said, "Why don't one of you come up and sit beside me?"
And this is what the seven girls said
All together now, one, two, three
Keep your mind on your driving
Keep your hands on the wheel
Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead
We're having fun, sittin' in the backseat
Kissin' and a huggin' with Fred

Fear me you loathsome, lazy creatures
I descend upon your earth from the skies
I command your very souls you unbelievers
Bring before me what is mine
At the seven seas of Rhye