Lyrics:
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The music stopped in my hand
My hand
My hand
Sadly smiled the band
The band
The band
Softly echoes your laughter
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
When the mist rolls in on Highway One
Like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
And I
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
Joan Baez
She dug the rebel
Well, they met one day
At a pop art bash
Between a painting of a can
Of succotash
And a high camp sculpture
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
me of one of those Vikings with the long-handled swords
The kind of guy even Joan Baez would not feel non-violent towards
Said he wasn't looking, maybe
Did you know the best reasoning is reasoning that’s flawed?
Did you know I’ve seen every episode of Maude?
Did you know Bob Dylan dated Joan Baez
internationaux de l'époque :
John Lennon, George Harrison, Gloria Gaynor, Joan Baez ou Peter "Pete" Seeger.
Il se souciait du monde entier et de chaque
looking good, I really don't
At least compare to Joan Baez
When I first saw you two years ago, I though
This could be the best day that I will ever know but
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
As fast as Sonic
He said it's Alright by
The one and only Logic
Thinking about it
Makes me feel so nostalgic
The under pressure
Album was so fantastic
My
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "The Vegetarians of Love"
through then it'll make ya
I take risks and shake the scale on the Richter
They say you only live once but I beg to differ
Everyday that flies by bars only
blown apart
I hope my daughters be like Joan
Of Arc, my son like Bonaparte, ay
Here's a fresh batch of
Lies for my self-esteem
So my kids could profit off
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