Feedback Out On Highway 101 Lyrics


Feedback
out on Highway 101.
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out on Highway 101.
Cruisin' easy,
and your favorite DJ
havin' fun.

Look out, stand back,
there's a fool out on the road.
Look out,
stand back,
there's a fool out on the road.
Had one too many drinks
and he just may overload.
Stand back.

Night time
cruisin' 'long,
cruisin' along.
Night time cruisin',
night time cruisin' along.
You don't see the setting sun
[even 'fore the mornin' come ??].

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Highway 101.
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out on Highway 101.
Cruisin' easy and your
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Fire In The Belly Lyrics

Call of the wildest, it's got the best of you
Fire in my heart, fire in my belly too
Got a heart and a mind and a fire inside
And I'm crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you when you're laughing out loud
You, you with your hidden surprise
You

Stoke up my engine, bring me my driving wheel
Once I get started you'll see just how I feel
And I'm crazy about you
And I'm crazy about you
And I'm crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you when you're laughing out loud
You, you with your hidden surprise
You

Gotta get through January
Gotta get through February
Gotta get through January
Gotta get through February
Gotta get through January
Gotta get through February
Gotta get through January

Spring in my heart, fire in my belly too
I come apart, I don't know just what to do
Got a heart and a mind and a fire inside
And I'm crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you with the laugh in your eyes
You, you with your hidden surprise
You

Gotta get through January
Gotta get through February
Gotta get through January
Gotta get through February
Gotta get through January
Gotta get through February
Gotta get through January

Spring in my heart, fire in my belly too
I come apart, I don't know just what to do
Got a heart and a mind and a fire inside
And I'm crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you with the laugh in your eyes
You, you with your hidden surprise
You

Talkin' 'bout you
Talkin' 'bout you
Talkin' 'bout you
Talkin' 'bout you
Talkin' 'bout you
Talkin' 'bout you (talkin' 'bout you)
Talkin' 'bout you (fire in the belly too)

Talkin' 'bout you (talkin' 'bout you)
Talkin' 'bout you (talkin' 'bout you)
Talkin' 'bout you (talkin' 'bout you)
Talkin' 'bout you (talkin' 'bout you)
Talkin' 'bout you (talkin' 'bout you)
Talkin' 'bout you

Flamingoes Fly Lyrics


Lie by my side in the still of the night
And morning brings forth all it's wondrous delight
You couldn't have made it more plain

When I hear that soft refrain
And I hear you gently sigh
I wanna take you where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingoes fly
Lie in the dark with the sweet sound of the nightingale
And listen for lark, and I will tell you a tale
Soft winds blowin', blowin' outside
I wanna take that moonlight ride
When I hear you gently sigh
I wanna take you where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly
Way over yonder, yeah in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingoes fly

Silently waiting for that morning light to shine
Yeah, and I'm looking at you, looking at me
And I'm looking at you
And anticipating
Each and every, each and every sign
And I'm looking at you, looking at me
And I'm looking at you, looking at me
Looking at you, looking at me, looking at you

I follow the road that will take me, take me back home
And carry that load where the deer and the provincial angels roam
Happiness touches me now
Who knows where it came from and how, but
When I hear you gently sigh
I wanna, wanna take you where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingoes fly, flamingoes fly

Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingoes fly
You see those flamingoes fly
Ya see those, ya see those, ya see those
Ya see those, ya see those, ya see those flamingoes fly
Look over yonder, look over yonder, darling
Look over yonder, darling
Ya take it by the ocean, ya take it, ya take it by the ocean
Mmm uhhh, take it by the ocean

Foggy Mountain Top Lyrics


I'm standing by my window
And I'm waiting on the summer rain
And I'm standing by my window
And I'm waiting on the summer rain
Well, I felt this way before and
I'm gonna feel this way again

I've been listening to this music
Ever since the age of three
I've been listening to this music
Ever since the age of three
I want you to play me a "T" for Texas
Or play me a "T" for Tennessee

I want a plain glass of water
Vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top, that's what I want
I want a plain glass of water
Uh, huh, vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top, mm, hm, hm, hm,
Take a walk with me, baby
Up the foggy mountain top, watch it!

I'm going up on highway one
Said you know I dig it the most
I'm going up on highway one
Eh, you know I dig it the most
I'm gonna sing this song
All along the water coast

I want a plain glass of water
Ice cream with a cherry on top, that's the way I like it, ah!
I want a plain glass of water,
Vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top
Walk with me, baby
Up the foggy mountain top, what's that?
Oh, come along with me, oh!
On the foggy mountain top
Keep on walking, keep on walking, baby
On the foggy mountain top
Keep walking with me baby
Up the foggy mountain top

For Mr. Thomas Lyrics


From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish
Inscrutably the muse selects your face
As I sit drinking famously in an Irish bar
Five thousand miles and thirty years away

With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night
King of the field where doctors nail the cows
To make of the cock's quill the rights of language
And the pricking heart a sword against the hours

Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondage
And hold you plaintiff to the charge of art
Exhibit A: he falls on legendary lines
Singing mother I don't want a pain here in my heart

The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat
But the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood town
Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries
I hold your photo to a mirror upside down

And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervades
Just like an old ex-boxer aged twenty two
Staged-up like Falstaff or the wild welsh Rimbaud
You'd laugh to see the monograms they make of you
Ah, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair
Let us throw old bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight
Let us steal whatever we are supposed to steal

Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane
That rough God go riding with his shears
Hack wide the belly of the swollen mountains
And rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears

Oh, Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,
Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal
Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel

Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas,
Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel
Oh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight
Let us throw bottles at the ferris wheel
Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight
Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal

Foreign Window Lyrics

I saw you from a foreign window
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
To the palace of the Lord
To the palace of the Lord

I spied you from a foreign window
When the lilacs were in bloom

And the sun shone through your window pane
To the place you kept your books
You were reading on your sofa
You were singin' every prayer
That the masters had instilled in you
Since Lord Byron loved despair
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord

Bridge:
And if you get it right this time
You don't have to come back again
And if you get it right this time
There's no need to explain

I saw you from a foreign
Bearing down the sufferin' road
You were carryin' your burden
You were singing about Rimbaud
I was going down to Geneva
When the Kingdom had been found
I was giving you protection
From the loneliness of the crowd
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord

They were giving you religion
Breaking bread and drinking wine
And you laid out on the green hills
Just like when you were a child
I saw you from a foreign window
You were trying to find your way back home
You were carrying your defects
Sleeping on a pallet on the floor
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
In the palace of the Lord
Etc etc...

Frankie & Johnny Lyrics


[L.D.] "We'll take it a bit slower"
"This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually"

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts
Lordy, how they could love
Swore to be true to each other
Yeah, true to the skies above
He was her man, wouldn't do her no wrong

And Frankie and Johnny went walkin'
And Johnny had on a new suit
Yeah, Frankie spent one-hundred dollar notes
Just to make her man look cute
He was her man, he wouldn't do her no wrong

Frankie went over to the barroom
Stopped for a bottle of beer
Said to the old bartender man
"Has my lover Johnny man been here?"
"He was my man, Lord, but he'd been doin' me wrong, so wrong."

Yeah Frankie looked over the transom door
And then to her great surprise
There sat her lover man Johnny
Makin' love to Nellie Bly
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong

Well Frankie lifted up her kimono dress
And she drew (ladaladalala) out a little .44
She shot once, twice, three times (three times) she shot him
And through that hardwood (door) floor
Yeah she shot her man (yeah he was her man)
Well but he been doin' her wrong yeah

He said, "roll me over so careful ah
Roll me over so slow,
Oh roll me on to my left hand side,
Because your bullet hurt me so,
I was your man, but I been doin' you wrong."

Play it Chris!

(Instrumental)

Well they sent for Frankie's mother
Come down to Huddy's saloon
To see what's the matter with her boy
She come down, Frankie looked up at her
Here what she said:

She said, "Oh Mrs. Johnson, oh forgive me please
Well I killed your lovin' son, Johnny
But I'm down on my bended knee
I shot your man, 'cause he was doin' me wrong." ah

She said, "I'll forgive you Frankie,"
She said, "I'll forgive you not, not
For killin' my lovin' son Johnny,
He's the only support that I've got,
'Cause you shot my man and he was doin' you wrong."

Well the last time I seen Frankie
She was a-sittin' in a dungeon cell
She would be there moanin', herself
With no one there to care
She shot her man, a he'd been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Well bring out the overtime hearse all day long
You gotta bring out the pony and truck hey
They're gonna take Johnny, Johnny to the cemetary (graveyard)
And they ain't never coming back
Oh he was her man, oh but he been doin' her wrong, so wrong

Well the story ain't got no moral, Lordy
But the story ain't got no end
Well the story only goes to show
That there ain't no damn good in men
He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong
Yeah, ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba

Freaky If You Got This Far Lyrics


Freaky, freaky,
if you got this far.
You came a long way,
but you're freaky
and we can do something with you.
If you got this far
you should be freaky,
you should be freaky.
If you got this far
we'll put you in a jar
and sell you
as a freak.
We think you're freaky,
two, two, three.

Friday's Child Lyrics

From the North
to the South,
ya' walked all the way.
Ya' know ya' left your,
left your home
for good to stay,
while ya' built all,
all of your castles
in the sun,
and I watched ya' knock 'em down,
knock 'em down, each and every one.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.
No.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.

And I watched you
'fore you 'came too ol' (??)
and I tol' ya'
a long time before ya' ever came to be told,
"You've got somethin'
that they all wanna know.
You gotta hold on
and never ever let go."
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.
No, no.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' cannot stop now,
ya' can't stop.

There ya' go,
there ya' go, rainbows hangin' around your feet,
and you're makin' out,
you're makin' out with everyone that you meet.
even havin' a ball
and stayin' up late,
and watched the sun come up
'round Nottinghill Gate.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' can't stop now.
No, no.
Whoa-oh, Friday's child
ya' cannot stop.
You're drivin'.
Aaowwh,
no no no no no no no no no,
ya' cannot stop now.
You're too much.
Ya' can't stop, ya' can't stop, ya' can't stop, can't stop, no.

Full Force Gale Lyrics

Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the Lord

And no matter where I roam
I will find my way back home
I will always return to the Lord

In the gentle evening breeze
By the whispering shady trees
I will find my sanctuary in the Lord

I was headed for a fall
The I looked up and saw the writing on the wall

Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the Lord

I was headed for a fall
The I looked up and saw the writing on the wall

In the gentle evening breeze
By the whispering shady trees
I will find my sanctuary in the Lord

And no matter where I roam
I will find my way back home
I will always return to the Lord

Like a full force gale
I was lifted up again
I was lifted up again by the Lord