(ian hunter) Clouds among (? ) The feelings that you catch The worries through the years There was a time in 69 Now the fools are cool And my dream
I see the pestilence outside my window I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street I face the morning
Come Saturday morning, I'm goin' away with my friend We'll Saturday-spend till the end of the day, just I and my friend We'll travel for miles in our
If I only could deceive you forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you, you laugh just the same 'Cause my wheels never touch the road and the jumble
Long summer days tucked in a box Smell of rain on the sidewalk Feel of the fall in the air I love these drives to nowhere Singing la da, la da La da
Heaven is a disaster And you won't get there any faster Mine is a lazy [Incomprehensible] That's been left out here, in the rumpus Do the shabby thing
I'll never forget the first day I met her That September morning was clear and fresh The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes And the way she rubbed
You know Monday was manic Tuesday was worse I've gotta say Wednesday for the sake of this verse And Thursday Was actually pretty OK For once Don't even
Saturdays have never been the same And I still can't believe you're gone So many things I wish that I could say I guess the hardest part of moving on
Every day's Saturday when you're doin' time I don't have to leave this room Every day's Saturday when you're doin' time Have a smoke and watch cartoons
LIL' LIZA JANE (Traditional) « © '59 copyright control » [ instrumental ]
Heaven is a disaster And you won't get there any faster Mine is a lazy buttox That's been left out here, in the rumpus Do the shabby thing With you Separate
Saturdays have never been the same And I still can't believe your gone So many things I wish that I could say I guess the hardest part of moving on Are
La mia vita A un chilometro da qua So quello che ho La certezza di Ogni novita E' il senso di abitudine Gia dalla sua meta Ma se non fermassi qua Guidando
I've seen sunrise the size of my head It freaks you up like ghouls from the dead I feel like I'm ready to run thru your room It's gonna be another gingerale
If I only could deceive you Forgetting the game Every time I try to leave you You laugh just the same 'Cause my wheels never touch the road And the jumble
When the sun goes down at night. Everything's the same. When I lie back I close my eyes I think about you fair. Just the smell of Angel-Parfum makes some
the taxi lights were in your eyes so warm against st marys spires the carnival was over in the rain and arm in arm through vincent street the evening