People like you find it easy
Aching to see
Walking on air
Hunting by the rivers
Through the streets
Every corner abandoned too soon
Set down with due care
Now, all the men in the house! Are there any men in the house?
All right, I’m with that.
If you’ve got some body that’s alright, or if you want somebody that’s alright…. come backstage after the show, we’ll see what we can do.
- Diana Ross, onstage banter at a concert, 1964.
I have a mandolin
I play it all night long
It makes me want to kill myself
I also have a Dobro
Made in some mountain range
Sounds like a mountain range in love
In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March, on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing
So I thank the city, the lights that it’s spinning
The friends that I have and the shoes we’re not shining
The drunk horns so violent, all spinning out sounds
But the colours so vibrant! The colours so loud!
The newly-born crying realizing what life is
In the eyes of my grandpa, the right people dying
The see-saw of love, its rickety bounce
The feeling of coming, the feeling of going!
Still you act like a man who’s cross with every woman he’s never had
If it’s true that looks could kill
Then you would be the first to make me mad.
Glibby gloop gloopy Nibby Nabby Noopy La La La Lo Lo
Sabba Sibby Sabba Nooby abba Nabba Le Le Lo Lo
Tooby ooby walla nooby abba nabba
Early mornin’ singin’ song