Perennial Favorites

Tonight i will dream
Far below the fading light
My dream is for you
My arms were made to hold you tight
Now the time has come
The time has come

My drag
Its a weight on my back
Im lost in a stack without my drag
My blues
Alone and confused
Im spreading the news about my drag
I could go right along singing songs of love
That happiness brings
If i stop for a while i could smile and be glad
But that crazy feeling back bad
My drag
Its a hound on my track
I just fell through the cracks into my drag

I was walking down the street
A stranger said to me
Be careful what you do
Then when waiting for a train
I heard a strange refrain
Id watch out if i were you, boy
Is something going to happen soon
Somethings going to happen soon
I have a phone that dosent ring
A line that dosent sting
I have a dream where snowflakes fall inside a painted hall
But that dont pay the rent
If you draw a bow draw the strongest
Yes, and if you use an arrow use the longest
Altough i dont spook easily
It has occured to me
Transformation is in the air
Are the heavens conspiring to show me this new thing
Or has it always been there

this is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track
Not what i heard or saw on tv,
But what i witnessed entirely
Each bend in the road was infact another curve on the monkey track
Once upon a time we thought we were free
And had control over destiny
We saw ourselves a competent band
Able to reason, prosper and plan
But we had a chamber up in the moon
Circumstance made us change our tune
When the veil was torn from our face
We became the monkeys riding the race
Monkey!
You think you got the stuff it takes to break away!
Boy youll be on the track every day
Talent, vigor,drive
Youll eat peanut butter the rest of your life
And these last things you can arrange
Find other people equally strange
Stuff yourselves in the van and ride the pine box derby to the finish line
I said: chris p. rides on a serious plan
Hes going to finish as fast as he can
The escalator takes it personally
And does not drive professionally
Charming enchantress and bones can run
Even if the winshield wipers are on
I the broadcaster avoid police
But the bat was led into custody

Met the ghost of stephen foster at the hotel paradise
This is what i told him as i gazed into his eyes:
Rooms were made for carpets,
Towers made for spires,
Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them
(chorus): gwine to run all night
Gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no (end chorus)
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Met the ghost of stephen foster at the hotel paradise
This is what i told him as i gazed into his eyes:
Ships were made for sinking,
Whiskey made for drinking,
If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster ha, ha, ha
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Ev'ry dog will have its day
Thats what people used to say
Nowadays thats not the case
Cuz theres a fat cat runs the place
(chorus): while the cats away the rats will surely go down
Listen up cuz im tellin you the low down
What does it matter if hes getting fatter
What does it matter if fat cat keeps getting fatter(end chorus)
Fat cat keeps getting fatter
He comes in most ev'ry night
Wakes me up before daylight
All around that house of mine
Its pit pat pit pat pit pat all the time
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