Thursday, January 06, 2005
About Me
- Name: Zook
- Location: Paradise, Waits
Thought I heard a blackird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy got no place to go S.m.r. I tell you s.m.r. I know Mountain high, river wide S.m.r. to ride So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't... who else will?" From over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refused to fall And you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside and the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? S.m.r. I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moaning low S.m.r. I know So many roads to ease my soul (R. Hunter)
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Heaven Today (1985)
I can feel the room a sparkling
Another time I don't know why
I can feel myself a floating up
To the clear blue unlimited sky
I can feel a light rush in my head
From the thoughts of a clear blue day
I don't even feel like I've existed this week
This has got to be the only way
(Chorus)
The green of the trees jumps out at me
My mind has nothing to say
It just glides with the wind as the birds all sinn
I think I'm in heaven today
I can feel the power of a water fall
Rushing through my heart and my head
I don't ever want this day to end
I don't ever want to go to bed
Suffering now seems so unreal
As I run across the canyon floor
I'd trade this day for all the money in the world
For this feeling I just want to have more
All my cares and worries seem trivial
With this spirt running through my mind
I don't really feel like I'm running away
I'm just leaving all my problems behind
Now I know that everything's gotta work out
The spirit and my mind are one
I don't care if it's real or all in my head
I just think of all the good I've done
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