🎹 Lyrics That Hit The Spot

If I die tomorrow upon me take no pity
I got a beautiful house in the country and a nice apartment in the city
I've been everywhere from China to Iowa City
 
Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why
Don't, don't break the spell
It would be different and you know it will
You, you make loving fun
And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It's all I want to do

In memory of Christine McVie, Fleetwod Mac
 
I've tried hard to live without you, in so many ways
I just can't help myself from thinking of you, for the rest of my days
Heartache is at my door step, won't leave me alone
I just can't get used to it, now that I'm on my own


I know all about you, your childhood days
Your mom and dad, your pretty face
Mean mistreater, if you need me
I'm needin' you to set me free
 
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
 
I ain't an educated man
As all you Fleet Street preachers know,
It's just the simple things in life
Get my motor running, ready to go
If I can make you smile
I will raise my glass,
An' if you don't like it
Then, baby, you can kiss my ass!
You can tell me it's wrong,
But, I love wine, women an' song...
 
Isn't this the best part of breaking up
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you, too

It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful?

Here we are, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head's spinning
 
All my life it seems just a crazy dream
Reaching for somebody's star
Can't believe it all, did he really fall?
What to do now, I don't know

Something's calling me back
There's a light in the black
Am I ready to go?
I'm coming home
 
Ghosts inhabit my mountain home
They don't frighten me, I sleep here alone
I shut out my friends, shut off the phone and
Late in the night I hear the echoes of young love
 
Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell
Extinguishing the fires in a private hell
Provoking the heartache to renew the licence
Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real
 
In the end I was tired of being asked if I could say that I was happy now,
As if you need me to convince you that everything's ok.
Would you take me back?

Digging deep in the darkness, digging it deep, down deep, down deep, deep digging it
Deep in the darkness, digging it deep, down, down, down, down, down, digging it,
Deep in the darkness, digging it deep, deep down, deep, deep, digging it,
Deep in the darkness, down, down, down, down, down, down digging it.

Are you happy now? you keep asking, asking am I happy now?
Why can't you tell me that I'm happy now? are you happy now?
Happy now?
Happy now?
 
How was your day?
Was it okay?
'Cause we haven't talked in a while
Remember when we used to smile

You used to miss me
Guess it's not hard to believe
That things have to change like the weather and the days

But the thing that I know is that I wanna be with you
 
If she should discover the colors of my love
She will fly, fly away

Now you can try tenderness
You can try to hang around
Oh, but I'm sure she'll love you less
I'm sure she'll bring you down
 
I know you're hating me pretty bad,
But I ain't some tool named Brad,
Up at seven, home by five,
Hasn't got it up since winter time
 
I can see you sitting, eating apples in the evening
The fruit juice flowing sweetly down the bronze of your body
Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours
Rolling through the hay, yeah yeah, like a puppy child

And when it rains, the rain falls down
Washing out the cattle town
But she's quite safe up far away in her eiderdown
And she dreams of crystal streams
Of days gone by when we would lean
Laughing, fit to burst, on each other

Remembered that from the opening credits of Dog Day Afternoon, which I saw when it was released in late 1975. What do the lyrics have to do with the plot of the movie? Nothing specific that I can tell, but they fit perfectly anyway. Perhaps it reflects what Sonny (Al Pacino) felt about Leon (Chris Sarandon), but that is just speculation. (P.S.: It's the only music on the entire soundtrack.)
 
Waking up in the fog, the dust and the pain
And of the sunny days, no traces remain
How could you be the one if you sail away
Without you I can't stand the sound of the rain

How ever fast I dance to make the sun shine
I will never fall down
 
Pensacola parties hard with poppers, pills and Pepsi
Ybor City is tres speedy, but they throw such killer parties
 
If she says we partied then I'm pretty sure we partied
I really don't remember
I remember we departed from our bodies
And we woke up in Ybor City
 
Well, hold steady Ybor City
You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
 
Later on we did some sexy things
Took a couple photographs and carved them into wood reliefs
Hey, but that's enough about me
Come on, tell me how you got down here into Ybor City
 
Don't tell the DJs
They already suspect us
Don't mention the bloodshed, don't mention the scams
Don't tell them Ybor City almost killed us, again
 
I was breaking in a case of suds
At the brass rail, a fall-down drunk
With his tongue torn out
And his balls removed
And I knew that my last lines were gone
While stupidly I lingered on
Other wise men know
When it's time to go and so I should too
 
Couple good old boys drinking home made shine
Now we're headed to the lake for some overtime
Tom Petty on the iPod, I can't go wrong
And AC/DC shook me all night long
The Free Bird is still my favorite song
Singing Sweet Home California all summer long
 
Will a nearby voyeuristic blogger read purposefully too deeply into it
Go home, report it on cyber
And tug on his dick, and wait for hits
 
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