Fly Like an Eagle

Fly Like an Eagle - Steve Miller Band


Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'... Into the future.

I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea.
Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me.
I want to fly like an eagle, til I'm free.
Oh, Lord, through the revolution.

Feed the babies who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children with no shoes on their feet
House the people livin' in the street
Oh, oh, there's a solution

I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea.
Fly like an eagle, let my spirit carry me.
I want to fly like an eagle, til I'm free.
Fly through the revolution

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin', Into the future.

Clown Strike

Clown Strike - Elvis Costello



She'll fix you with an iron cross and cover you up with petals
And hang you up with some amber beads and four or five precious metals
And in that black flamingo chair you'll sit among her trophies
And pray to be abandoned till you don't know what hope is

But there's one thing that I had to keep inside
Because I was shaking, why don't you get some pride?
There was a clown strike
And the clowns threw down their tools
But you don't have to play so hard
And I'm nobody's fool
You don't have to go so far, cause I love you as you are

The big top is deserted now and the circus girl rehearses
She knows how to turn their heads and not fall between two horses
But all that seems a simple step if only I were able
To love you like I want to do and not by some times table

And it's pandemonium, For the humble and the mighty
You don't have to tumble for me
Even a clown knows when to strike

Tell me what you want of me
Or are you terrified of failure?
You put on a superstitious face behind all this paraphernalia
We're not living in a masquerade where you only have three wishes
It isn't easy to see in a lifetime of mistaken kisses


In this pandemonium
For the humble and the mighty
You don't have to tumble for me
Even a clown knows when to strike

Midnight Coward

Midnight Coward - Stars

Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get it up to take you home.
Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk
Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth

Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand

What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it

Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play
How long should I stay?
Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back
Please bite your words
Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive

What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it

What's your middle name? How do you play the game?
I'll be the first to leave
When did I grow up? I don't want to say too much
I'll be the first to leave

What can't be decided
In the morning it will bring itself to you
What can't be decided
Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose

I can see what's coming
But I'm not saying it

Hurry Down Doomsday, The Bugs Are Taking Over

Hurry Down Doomsday, The Bugs Are Taking Over - Elvis Costello



The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings
He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things

But I can't bring myself to look
Wake up Zombie write yourself another book
You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
for their tears

But I can't bring myself to look
Wake up Zombie
Get yourself off the hook
You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll
Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola
Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota
Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah
Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Any day now a giant insect mutation
Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden
Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
Better make like a fly if you don't want to die
Look out there goes Gordon

But I can't bring myself to think
Wake up Zombie
Kick up a big stink
You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout
Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Personal

Personal - Stars



Wanted:
Single f, under 33, must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea
Sought by single m: Mrs.Destiny, send photo to address, is it you and me?

Reply to single m:
My name is Caroline cell phone number here, call if you have the time
28 and bored, grieving over loss,
sorry to be heavy but heavy is the cost, heavy is the cost...

Reply to Caroline:
Thanks so much for response, these things can be scary
Not always what you want
How about a drink? The St.Jude club at noon?
I'll phone you first I guess
I hope I see you soon!

I never got your name, I assume you're 33
Your voice it sounded kind
I hope that you like me
When you see my face, I hope that you don't laugh
I'm not a film-star beauty
I sent a photograph
I hope that you don't laugh...

Note to single m:
Why did you not show up?
I waited for an hour and finally gave up
I thought once that I saw you, I thought that you saw me
I guess we'll never meet now, it wasn't meant to be.
I was sure that you saw me,
but it wasn't meant to be....

Wanted:
single f, under 33, must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea
Sought by single m:
nothing too heavy, send photo to address
is it you?
or me?