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Poezii Rom�nesti - Romanian Poetry

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All the lyrics from the album "MORRISON HOTEL"
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2005-11-25  | [Этот текст следует читать на // Русском english]    |  Submited by Ionescu Bogdan



Roadhouse blues

Yeah
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel X2
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
Good time
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll X3
Let it roll, all night long
Do it, Robbie, do it
You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Thrill my soul
You gotta beep a gunk a chucha
Honk konk konk
You gotta each you puna
Each ya bop a luba
Each yall bump a kechonk
Ease sum konk
Ya, ride
Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now
Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll X3
Let it roll, all night long

Waiting for the sun

At first flash of Eden, we race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's Shore.
Waiting for the Sun (3x)
Can you feel it now that spring has come.
And it's time to live in the scattered sun.
Waiting for the Sun (3x, pause, again slower)
Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... Waiting.... (2x)
Waiting for you to - come along
Waiting for you to - hear my song
Waiting for you to - come along
Waiting for you to - tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest life I've ever known.
YEAH! (Riff 8x)
(Repeat second verse, Chorus 3x, then riff 2x, end).

You make me real

I really want you, Really do
Really need you, baby, God knows I do
'Cause I'm not real enough without you
Oh, what can I do.
You make me real, You make me feel
Like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery
Make me feel love
Make me free.
I really want you
Really do
Really need you, baby
Really do
'Cause I'm not real enough without you
What can I do.
You make me real
Only you, baby
Have that appeal.
So let me slide into your tender sunken sea
Make me feel love
Make me free.
You make me real, all right
You make me feel
Like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery
You make me feel love
You make me free.
Make me free
You make me real.

Peace frog

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
She came
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, it's following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin'
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me

Blue sunday

I found my own true love was on a Blue Sunday.
She looked at me and told me
I was the only, One in the world.
Now I have found my girl.
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine, She is the world
She is my girl.
La, la, la, la
My girl awaits for me in tender times
My girl is mine, She is the world
She is my girl.

Ship of fools

The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Everyone was hanging out
Hanging up and hanging down
Hanging in and holding fast
Hope our little world will last.
Along came Mr. Goodtrips
Looking for a new ship.
Come on people better climb on board
Come on babe we're going home.
Ship of fools, Ship of fools.
The human race was dying out
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Ship of fools, ship of fools X3
Climb on board
Ship's gonna leave you all, far behind.

Land Ho!

Grandma loved a sailor who sailed the frozen sea.
Grandpa was that whaler and he took me on his knee.
He said "Son I'm going crazy from living on the land
Got to find my shipmates and walk on foreign sand."
This old man was graceful with silver in his smile.
He smoked a briar pipe and he walked four country miles
Singing songs of shady sisters and old town liberty
Songs of love and songs of death, songs that set men free.
I've got three ships and sixty men
A course for ports unread.
I'll stand at mast, let North winds blow
Till half of us are dead.
Land Ho!
If I get my hands on a dollar bill
Gonna buy a bottle and drink my fill.
If I get my hands on a number five
Gonna skin that little girl alive.
If I get my hands on a number two
Come back home and marry you
Marry you, marry you.
Land Ho!, Land Ho!
If I get back home and I feel all right
You don't baby gonna love you tonight
Land Ho!

The spy

I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream that you're dreaming of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream that you're dreaming of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I know everything.
Everything you do, everywhere you go, everyone you know.
I'm a spy, in the house of love.
I know the dream that you're dreaming of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I'm a spy, I can see, what you do, and I know.

Queen of the highway

She was a princess, queen of the Highway.
Sign on the road said "Take us to Madre."
No one can save her save the Blind Tiger.
He was a monster, black dressed in leather.
She was a princess, Queen of the Highway.
Now they are wedded, she is a good girl.
Naked as children out in a meadow.
Naked as children, wild as can be.
Soon to have offspring
Start it all over, start it all over.
American boy, American girl
The most beautiful people in the world.
Son of a frontier, indian swirl
Dance into the midnight whirlpool
Formless.
Hope we can continue a little while longer.

Indian summer

I love you the best
Better than all the rest.
I love you the best
Better than all the rest.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian Summer.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian Summer.
I love you the best
Better than all the rest.

Maggie M'Gill

Miss Maggie M'Gill, she lived on a hill.
Her daddy got drunk and left her no will
So she went down, down to Tangie Town.
People down there really like to get it on.
Now if you're sad and you're feeling blue
Go out and buy a new pair of shoes
And you go down, down to Tangie Town
The people down there really like to get it on.
Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star
Illegitimate son of a rock and roll star
Mom met dad in the back of a rock and roll car.
Well I'm an old blues man
And I think that you understand
I've been singing the blues ever since the world began.
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill

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