Lyrics:
I speak to myself sometimes, and I say, "Oh my
In a lot of ways, you're a lucky guy
Now all you need is a chance to try
Any love
In my heart there's
All these feelings that you try to disguise
I want to tell you not to worry
There's so much that we can do
But you're on your own
There's no use in us
Wait a, minute, while I get up in a funky situation
The Coup is coming through, and there's no hallucination
So what the fuck they say that junk
Got my back cause I got theirs
The funk is on, and African Identity is there
The funk is on and Midnight Voices is there
The funk is on and T-More
a baby 'cause the dolphins make me cry
Well there's nothing I can do
I've been looking for a girl like you
You look at me, you've got nothing left
There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is
I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and things were bad
But there's a silver linin' inside every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
my life
There's no second chance
We should have learned by now
But it's not too late to change the course
There's so much more than this, oh
There's a lotta stuff in my gut that I can't seem to get rid of
I wish the whole universe would absorb cause it's so much bigger
Unless I take
All you folks back home
I'll never tell you this
You're not supposed to know
Where your daughter is
There are ways of life
You never understood
love to shake
Into your mind again
Babe I want to know
Every breath that you save
And I'll be there when you burn
And I'll be there when you turn
It's
Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been
You stepped out of a dream
You are too wonderful to be what you seem!
Could there be eyes like yours,
Could there be lips like yours
Could there
There are stars in the southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight and moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road
Now I have loved
Broken frames
Like a monochrome film
Flickers and dissolves
Shattered glass
The replaceable background
Out of control
There's no sense, it's all
Well, you wish that I would treat you
Like I did the times before
And I would
But I don't feel that way anymore
There's no more flowers
i am not suave i am not bare there's seven pair of pants and stuff in my hair are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose
Well there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground
I've seen
You stepped out of a dream
You are too wonderful to be what you seem!
Could there be eyes like yours,
Could there be lips like yours
Could there
You stepped out of a dream
You are too wonderful to be what you seem!
Could there be eyes like yours,
Could there be lips like yours
Could there
Well there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground
I've seen
sing
Tell me it's spring
I can't believe their song
Once love was king but kings can be wrong
I'll never be the same
There is such an ache in my
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
Spread the seed and multiply
There's no disease, the human race is digital
Pacified by fluoride, genetically modified
Is it genocide?
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