Ain’t no doubt about it Ain’t no doubt about it Ain’t gonna shout about it: oh yeah Gonna have to keep you guessing Ain’t no use in you confessing Ain’t no use for you to mumble You know where [or ‘nowhere’?] if you just fumble You better start, start counting your blessings Not one … […]
Drank a little too much wine last night Drank a little too much wine last night Got myself into one hell of a fight Drank a little too much wine last night Had a few too many nights without sleep last week Had a few too many nights without sleep last week Got myself on […]
Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind [calls] out for me but i’m behind You cannot see into your room Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom But i am cold and cannot see A way out of this mystery Wild horses couldn’t change your mind Or help you up and let you find That i am here […]
(brooker / reid)* The landlord’s knocking on my door, he says he wants the rent I’m sitting in the kitchen wondering where the money’s spent A whole lot of people treating me unkind I seem to have the blues most all the time I’m lying in my bed hatching million-dollar schemes The cops are using […]
We’ll raise our toast to pleasures past They came so quick and went so fast Idle boasts, crazy ghosts We’ll make our toast and drain the glass We’re know we’re out of favour We can’t expect no saviour We’re looking to the future but we keep one eye on the past Well time may heal, […]
Weird goings-on at the county jail Prisoners reading the sheriff’s mail He’s strapped down to a swivel chair Trying to swivel right out of there Pin-striped sweet’s in cell 15 Convinced his self it’s all a dream He’s got a pet black tabby cat That carries a gun and wears a stetson hat The door […]
(brooker / reid)* Lime street in the afternoon Everybody crazy as a coon I’m running round in my underpants Trying to find some kinda romance Quarter past three [sic] on lime street I got whipped right offa my feet Didn’t realize that i’d been caught Till i found myself in the county court ‘mr judge,’ […]
Spoken: a man gets on a train and starts having thoughts about his past, and a lot of references to old procol harum songs go through his head.) ‘i’d been wandering around manhattan for a couple of days, kinda lost; suddenly i found myself in grand central station. i looked up at the board: there […]
Tell you how the story stands I’m a victim in your hands Got me pleading on my bended knees That’s the way the picture reads It’s a horror show It’s a body blow And it’s gone too far Tell me a reason Well give me a sign Somebody somewhere Throw me a line Somebody down […]
(brooker / reid) * In the wee small hours of sixpence And the lighted chandelier Stands a rusty old retainer Whose old eyes are filled with tears For his master, good sir galant, Who is now off to the wars And although his eyes are crying We know grief is not the cause And if […]
