More song lyrics 6

I'm going up the 'Pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me mam's jam sarnies
And see our Auntie Flo.
The candy floss salesman
Watches ladies in the sand
Down for a freaky weekend in the hope
That they'll be meeting Mr. Universe.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

Talk in everlasting words
And dedicate them all to me
And I will give you all my life
I'm here if you should call to me
You think that I don't even mean
A single word I say
It's only words and words are all I have
To take your heart away

Words in papers, words in books
Words on TV, words for crooks
Words of comfort, words of peace
Words to make the fighting cease
Words to tell you what to do
Words are working hard for you
Eat your words but don't go hungry
Words have always nearly hung me

In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you
Mouth is alive, with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf

Lilac wine is sweet and heady, where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear

There's a message floatin' in the air
Come from crazy horses riding everywhere
It's a warnin', it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run
What a show, there they go
Smokin' up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they're you and I
Crazy horses
Crazy horsesThere's a message floatin' in the air
Come from crazy horses riding everywhere
It's a warnin', it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run
What a show, there they go
Smokin' up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they're you and I
Crazy horses
Crazy horsesThere's a message floatin' in the air
Come from crazy horses riding everywhere
It's a warnin', it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run
What a show, there they go
Smokin' up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they're you and I
Crazy horses
Crazy horseThere's a message floatin' in the air
Come from crazy horses riding everywhere
It's a warnin', it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run
What a show, there they go
Smokin' up the sky, yeah
Crazy horses all got riders
And they're you and I
Crazy horses
Crazy horses

Whoops! wasn't meant to be that long!!!!!

Grandma's hands, Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands, Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands, Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands Used to lift her face and tell her
She'd say, Baby, grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn' drop no apple core
But I don't have grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I'll look for... Grandma's hands
Hmm-mmh

(sung to the tune of "She'll be Coming Round the Mountain When She Comes")

Ye canny shove yer grannie aff a bu

Naw ye canny shove yer grannie aff a bus

Naw ye canny shove yer grannie

Cause she’s yer mammie’s mammie

Ye canny shove yer grannie aff a bus


Ye can shove yer other grannie aff a bus PUSH PUSH

Ye can shove yer other grannie aff a bus PUSH PUSH

Ye can shove yer other grannie

Cause she’s just yer daddie’s mammie

Shove yer other grannie aff a bus PUSH PUSH


We’ll all go round to see her after school HULLO GRANNIE

We’ll all go round to see her after school HULLO GRANNIE

We’ll all go round to see her,

We’ll all go round to see her

We’ll all go round to see her after school HULLO GRANNIE


She’ll feed us mince and tatties when we go YUM YUM

She’ll feed us mince and tatties when we go YUM YUM

She’ll feed us mince and tatties,

She’ll feed us mince and tatties

She’ll feed us mince and tatties when we go YUM YUM


Ma grannie wears an awfy woollie vest SCRATCH SCRATCH

Ma grannie wears an awfy woollie vest SCRATCH SCRATCH

Ma grannie wears a vest

Ma grannie wears a vest

Ma grannie wears an awfy woollie vest SCRATCH SCRATCH


Ye canny shove yer grannie aff a bus

Ye canny shove yer grannie aff a bus

Ye canny shove yer grannie

Cause she’s yer mammie’s mammie

Ye canny shove yer grannie aff a bus

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
"Please, share my umbrella"
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer, we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
And that umbrella, we employed it
By August, she was mine

What should I write?
What can I say?
How can I tell you how much I miss you?

The weather here has been as nice as it can be
Although it really doesn't matter much to me
For all the fun I'll have while you're so far away
It might as well rain until September.

If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin' in the cold November rain

I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searching in the sun for another overload.
I hear you singing in the wire
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line.

I know I need a small vacation
But it do t look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south will never 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 💙Glen Campbell.

Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

I 💜 Glen Campbell almost as much as I 💜 Leonard Cohen!

Whither have the worthy gone, oh, where is fair Gawain?
Where is gallant Galahad to take the bridle rein?
Is there not a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and I dream of what I need

I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the end of the night
I pray he be hale,
Wingèd of heel
And newly return’d from the fight
I need a hero
I shall hold out for a hero till the morning light
He must be assur’d
E’er true to his word
With a wit that will thrill and excite
Thrill and excite

(Holding out for a Hero, but not as you know it)

I have a true and noble lover
He is my sweetheart, all my own
His like on Earth, who shall discover
My heart is his and his alone
We pledged our troth each to the other
And for our happiness, I pray
Our lives belong to one another
Oh, happy, happy wedding day
Oh, happy, happy wedding day

Come, come, I love you only
My heart is true
Come, come, my life is lonely
I long for you
Come, come, naught can efface you
My arms are aching now to embrace you
You are divine
Come, come, I love you only
Come, hero mine

Help me in my search for knowledge,
I must learn the secret art.
Who dares to help me raise the one
Whose very name near stills my heart?
Astaroth
Discard your clothes and come on foot,
Through streams and fields and moonlit moors,
Your bodies soaked in secret oils,
Perfumed herbs will heal your sores.
Join me in my search for power.
Wives and husbands bring your kin.
We'll be as one within the hour.
Let the sabbat now begin.
Come, come, come to the sabbat.
Come to the sabbat, Satan's there!

When the woods are gay in the time of June
With the Chestnut flow’r and fan,
And the birds are still in the hush of noon, -
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
He plays on the reed that once was a maid
Who broke from his arms and ran,
And her soul goes out to the list’ning glade -
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
Though you hear, come not near,
Fearing the wood-god’s ban ;
Soft and sweet, in the dim retreat,
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
When the sun goes down and the stars are out,
He gathers his goat-foot clan,
And the Dryads dance with the Satyr rout ;
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
For he pipes the dance of the happy Earth
Ere ever the gods began,
When the woods were merry and mad with mirth -
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
Come not nigh, pass them by,
Woe to the eyes that scan !
Wild and loud to the leaping crowd,
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
When the armies meet on the battle field,
And the fight is man to man,
With the gride of sword and the clash of shield -
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
Thro’ the madden’d shriek of the flying rear,
Thro’ the roar of the charging van,
There skirls the tune of the God of Fear -
Hark to the pipes of Pan !
Ours the fray – on and slay,
Let him escape that can !
Ringing out in the battle shout,
Hark to the pipes of Pan !

Help them to learn (help them to learn)
Songs of joy instead of "burn, baby, burn" (Burn, baby, burn)
Let us show them how to play
The pipes of peace
Play the pipes of peace
Help me to learn
Songs of joy instead of "burn, baby, burn"
Won't you show me how to play (how to play)
The pipes of peace? (Pipes of peace)
Play the pipes of peace

This is my song, O God of all the nations,
a song of peace for lands afar and mine;
this is my home, the country where my heart is;
here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine:
but other hearts in other lands are beating
with hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.

My country’s skies are bluer than the ocean,
and sunlight beams on cloverleaf and pine;
but other lands have sunlight too, and clover,
and skies are everywhere as blue as mine:
O hear my song, thou God of all the nations,
a song of peace for their land and for mine.

Love, this is my song
Here is a song, a serenade to you
The world cannot be wrong
If in this world there's you
I care not what the world may say
Without your love there is no day
So, love here is my song
My song, a serenade to you

Shall I tell you about my life
They say I'm a man of the world
I've flown across every tide
And I've seen lots of pretty girls

We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
"I thought you died alone
A long, long time ago"
Oh no, not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world

Long long time ago, I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died