Had the phone by my voice this time..
posted by Zook at 5:05 PM
Wednesday, May 04, 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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- In the woods
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- The storm
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Written 1-20-96
I got love in my heart, I got milk in my dreams
I got no one here, it's not what it seems
I'm not alone, she's right next to me
And everything I've ever wanted a woman to be
I'm not weeping along, I don't need nobody else
See me dancing in rapture, looks like all by myself, but I'm not
She's right by my side
In an angel white gown dressed like my waiting bride
You can stop calling me, you can reject me for good
And sleep with another, well we did what we could - we tried
It wasn't meant to be
And I mourn the loss crying as her sweet arms are holding me
And the road is on fire from the sun birth of dawn
And the tears in my eyes from the pain that goes on
It's all right - I feel the silk and lace
And every tear drop is her sweet hand caressing my face
I got heartbreak to deal with, lonely nights up ahead
Nobody to call me, no one in bed
No one to brace my fall
But whenever I need her she'll respond to my call
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