Lyrics:
to outerspace again
And maybe I can join them
In 1963, space travel was a pipedream
Thought up by geeky people with their telescopes
Sightseeing
Counting each
Ma cried like a lady
Pa cried like a man
1963
One less Kennedy
And I was too young to understand
And the years flew by in colors
Each one
Someday, I'll go home again, to a life by the sea
Back to where my roots remain, in the old country
Down where, seagulls cry, be it foul or fair
Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw
-Artist: Dion
-peak Billboard position # 31 in 1963
-previously recorded by Hank William, Sr. (as "Luke
to 1963 and was home to some of the most notorious criminals in American history, including Al Capone, George "Machine Gun" Kelly, and James "Whitey"
and heat
The Beatles and the Stones
Sucked the marrow out of bones
Put the V in Vietnam
The Beatles and the Stones
Made it good to be alone
Look at me,
In every way younger,
Yes, I will stay younger than the spring!
Words and Music by Gordon Jenkins, 1963
Dreams don't die
So keep an eye on your dream
'Cause before you know where you are
There you are
Time goes by
And dreams go dry
But you can't
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas
Written by Johnny Russell and Voni Morrison
© 1963 Sure-Fire Music Co.
You say tomorrow you're going
That's so hard for me to believe
I'm
the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line
Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea
There's a bar made up to look like 1963
headphones on
She hears the music blasting
She sees here brother marchin' by
Their bond is everlasting
Listening to Bob Dylan singin'
In 1963
Watchin'
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
"Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost
eaten away by plauge and insanity, flesh falling like strips of bark from a termite-infested tree, bones rotting turning first to brittle ivory then
Bitch we the American Beatles
Lucy in the sky I'm too fly like a seagull
Run up on me by you gon die to my deagel
They gon watch like a movie take
I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind
My girl and I got married in 1963
We tried so hard to keep our dreams
by him she stops and stares
The got love bigger than the Beatles
Wild and free like a Rolling Stone
They gotta love takes 'em higher than the Eagles
I was one that got away,
A young and restless renegade
Chasing my dreams, still on the run,
I had some moments in the sun
Years flew by like
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
Said goodbye to the North Wall
And bid a fond farewell
When I got down to the smoke
It was 1963
I got a job doing meals on wheels
Round NW3
opened
I turned to face the music
I was ready for the Kennedy's
I don't know if it was 1960 or 1963
Everything was timeless, even me
I wasn't old, I
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