I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride.
I am a passenger, and I ride and I ride.
Feeling down and dirty, feeling kinda mean, I’ve been from one to another extreme.
All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot. But now frustration and heartache is what you got.
Here comes the story of the Hurricane, the man the authorities came to blame.
Let the good times roll, let them knock you around.
What a long strange trip it’s been.
Ooh, my little pretty one, my pretty one, when you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Shine on you crazy diamond.
There’s a bubble a bouncing, and it’s bouncing my way. There’s two sticks in the powderworks, I think it’s gonna blow today.
Crazy, toys in the attic, truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away!
Seven thirty seven coming out of the sky – won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride. I want to move, playing in a traveling band.
I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right. Move to the music, we can roll all night.
The music was new, black polished chrome, and came over the summer like liquid night.
No crime if there ain’t no law, no cops left to mess you around, no more dreams of mystery chords, no more sight to bring you down.
You talk about things that nobody cares, wearing out things that nobody wears. You’re calling my name but I gotta make clear, I can’t say baby where I’ll be in a year.
Well, the night was falling as the desert world began to settle down. In the town they’re searching for us everywhere but we never will be found.
Take me now baby here as I am. Pull me close, try and understand. Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe. Love is a banquet on which we feed.
And would you cry if I told you that I lied? And would you say goodbye, would you let it ride?
Once I had a love and it was a gas, soon turned out had a heart of glass. Seemed like the right thing, only to find mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind.
Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand, with an equal opportunity for all to sing, dance, and clap their hands.
Stop, the love you save may be your own! Darling, take it slow or someday you’ll be all alone.
I’ve come on a few years from my Hollywood highs, the best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had.
We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
What I like about you, you hold me tight. Tell me I’m the only one wanna come over tonight, yeah.
I want to live, I want to give. I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
It’s dark and eerie and it’s really late, come on kids don’t hesitate.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
Well, I heard the news, there’s good rockin’ tonight.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Hey hey, my my. Rock and roll can never die.
I heard something about my ma and my pa. They didn’t want me so they made me a star.
So many times I used to give a sign. Got this feeling, gonna lose my mind.
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Livin’, lovin’ on the run, so far away from you.
I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
You’re breaking my heart. You’re shaking my confidence daily.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog.
It opens the floodgate of memories from my Star Wars-obsessed childhood, and that’s just for starters.
Q: Should you listen to this album? A: Uh, that’d be a big time yes.
Take a bow for the new revolution.
Bang a gong. Get it on.
This summer I hear the drumming, four dead in Ohio.
You’re no good, baby you’re no good.
I’m in love with rock and roll and I’ll be out all night.
A thoroughly non-sedating blast of old school punk rock.
There are very few bands that have better expressed the pure joy, the pure jubilation of music.
Without pretension, this album deserves best 1,000 albums ever project retention.
Heavy metal is bestowed upon We Mere Mortals. And it is good.