People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
Logan Pearsall Smith, Trivia, 1917
You offer your assistance
But you won't accept my help
You draw your own conclusions
And there's room for little else
Your own participation's
Grab your coat honey, grab your hat
This train is leavin' an it ain't comin' back.
Don't need a ticket can't you understand,
You're on your way to the promised land.
It's overdue, but now the time is right, yeah.
It's up to you, to make it real, so take me
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
And all the girls from there to Austin,
Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock.
To take the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
Hey baby, (baby) tell me whatchu wanna do (whatchu wanna do)
Ooh baby, (baby) 'cause I could give the world to you (the world to you)
Hey baby, (baby) tell me whatchu wanna do (whatchu wanna do)
Ooh baby, (baby) 'cause I could give the world to you (the world to you)
Sweet baby, (baby) look at what I'm goin' through (i'm goin' through)
Knackelflerg, that little word
It says what you meant to me
You've been awfully fine
Knackelflerg, I've never heard
A word that says more, for sure
Well the blue's still in the water and the blue's still in the sky
And way beyond the blue there's someone watchin' from on high
My clothes may be ragged and my shoes may be worn
But I've been a wealthy boy since I've been born
Cause I call him when I'm troubled and I call him when I'm weak
And he always pulls me through my troubles some way and I believe
So many twenty fifths of December
Just as many fourth of July's
And were still holdin' it together
It only comes down to you and I
I know that you can still remember
Sometimes we fall
Ain't nothing new to me
Don't care move on
I must say you gave up for this time now
Stop tell me where you going
Có những dối trá trong yêu đương,
Con tim ta không hề hay biết
Có những dối trá trong yêu đương
Nhưng con tim đui mù không biết
Trái tim này đang khổ đau, trái tim này đang kêu gào
(Jagger/Richards)
Well, my name is a number
A piece of plastic film
And I'm growin' funny flowers
In my little window sill
