Octave! Song Speakers Eight
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Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air
Can't live can't breathe with no air
It's how I feel when I know you aint there
It's no air no air
Living on the edge
Not afraid to die
I don't bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley lookin' for a fight
Howlin' to the moon on a hot summer night
Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at.
Everybody's picking up on that feline beat,
'Cause everything else is obsolete.
The cat and the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little Boy Blue and the Man in the Moon...
I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew…
The candy man makes everything he makes
Satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes
You can even eat the dishes
The candies you whistle, the whistles you eat.
Good morning America, how are you?
See, don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Downtown, where all the lights are bright
Downtown, where everything's all right....
Hey uptown girl
Can you hear this downtown song?
Wrote a couple of words to tell you
Right here is where you belong
dancing thru life...dum dum de dum dum..I don't remember the rest of the words
Go-go-go Joseph, you know what they say:
Hey now, now, Joseph, you'll make it some day . . .
Talk to me! (Don't talk to me!)
Dance with me! (Don't dance with me!)
Oh look. I've killed my own thread. Time to pump life back into it...
I will survive!
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I like to look at pictures in a book
Never read the writing just put it down...
I got that
...book collection with an autographed James Joyce
Bio-diesel dirigible, baby it's choice
Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land,
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
...And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear...
In open fields of wildflowers,
She breathes the air and flies away . . .
You can learn a lot of thing from the flowers
but especially in the month of June...
"Beautiful, beautiful Brown Eyes (3x)
--Iʻll never love Blue Eyes again!"
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