Break on through to the other side.
Break on through to the other side.
Because the world is round, it turns me on because the world is round.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
All the lonely people – where do they all come from?
What goes on in your heart? What goes on in your mind?
I’m gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you my love.
Everybody’s got something to hide, except me and the monkey.
Someday when we’re dreaming – deep in love, not a lot to say – then we will remember things we said today.
I believe in yesterday.
‘Cause everybody knows she’s a femme fatale.
It was twenty years ago today when Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
Purple haze all in my brain.
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need.
Hello, I love you, won’t you tell me your name?
The soft parade has now begun – listen to the engines hum.
You’re just like crosstown traffic – so hard to get through to you.
Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true.
Linger on your pale blue eyes.
We are the Sherlock Holmes English speaking vernacular. Help save Fu Manchu, Moriarty, and Dracula.
John Coltrane’s music was my gateway into exploring and then falling in love with jazz, and My Favorite Things is the album that best represents that journey for me.
So take off your shoes, child, and take off your hat. Try on your wings and find out where it’s at.
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you. Tomorrow, I’ll miss you – remember I’ll always be true.
Wouldn’t it be nice?
You can’t always get what you want.
Love, love me do. You know I love you.
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry: how would I know, why should I care? Please don’t bother trying to find her – she’s not there.
If a six turned out to be nine, I don’t mind, I don’t mind.
Some folks like water, some folks like wine. But I like the taste of straight strychnine.
In the town where I was born, lived a man who sailed to sea.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule, but these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel.
A time for love, a time for hate, a time for peace, I swear it’s not too late.
I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on.
In the jingle jangle morning, I’ll come following you.
It’s the time of the season for loving.
Hush, hush, I thought I heard her calling my name now.
This is my generation.
Sweet sweet wild honey bee, eat up eat up eat up honey.
He’s a pinball wizard, there has got to be a twist – a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.
Don’t you want somebody to love? Don’t you need somebody to love?
Hey, hey, we’re The Monkees and people say we monkey around. But we’re too busy singing to put anybody down.
Girl, I want to be with you all of the time – all day and all of the night.
You gotta go where you want to go, do what you want to do.
I’m leaving you darling and I won’t be back. I found something better somewhere down the track.
Won’t someone help me to break up this crown – let’s all drink to the death of a clown.
Too many teardrops for one heart to be crying.
Got to get a hold of myself, got to make believe I don’t care.
Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and the Poor Boys are playing, bring a nickel, tap your feet.
Let us close our eyes – outside their lives go on much faster. Oh, we wont give in, we’ll keep living in the past.
These eyes cry every night for you.
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