Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ear.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, sounds caress my ear.
Many times I’ve lied, many times I’ve listened. Many times I’ve gazed along the open road.
I’m gonna give you my love, I’m gonna give you my love.
There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true.
Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up.
Shot through the heart and you’re to blame darling: you give love a bad name.
What did you bring me my dear friends to keep me from the gallows pole?
She’s a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam. Guaranteed to blow your mind anytime.
Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light to chase a feather in the wind, within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight there moves a thread that has no end.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day.
Feeling down and dirty, feeling kinda mean, I’ve been from one to another extreme.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart.
Love in an elevator – livin’ it up while I’m going down.
Ah, can’t you see me standing here? I got my back against the record machine. I ain’t the worst that you’ve seen, ah can’t you see what I mean?
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.
And would you cry if I told you that I lied? And would you say goodbye, would you let it ride?
I don’t know where I’m going, but I sure know where I’ve been.
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.
Without pretension, this album deserves best 1,000 albums ever project retention.
Ooh, it’s my love. Ooh, it’s my own true love.
Wherein I find my appetite for this slice of space blues.
A delicious hamburger of fun early ‘80s rock ‘n roll.
Do I need to finally say it? Do I need to count it down?