Like I told ya, what I said..
steal yo' face right off yo' head
I have officially gone cheese now and have my very own MY SPACE - check out the link to one of my best friends Rich Cohen - he is an amazing musician!
posted by Zook at 9:15 AM
Saturday, June 17, 2006
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)
Previous Posts
- In the secret space of dreams
- Dark star crashes
- Gotta make it somehow
- Drivin' that train....
- Snow cone heaven
- With a long lost relative
- Dumb all over, a little ugly on the side
- You can't see this in Southern California
- Still drying
- Drying up after a swim
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