by Jeff Lynne
Sun is shining in the sky
There ain't a cloud in sight
It stopped raining
Everybody's in a play
And don't you know, it's a beautiful new day
Running down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly
In the city
On the streets where once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?
Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration
Mr. Blue Sky's up there waiting
And today is the day we've waited for
Hey there Mr. Blue!
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around, see what you do
Everybody smiles at you
Mr. Blue you did it right
But soon comes Mr. Night
Creeping over
Now his hand is on your shoulder
Never mind I'll remember you this way
Friday, April 26, 2013
Mr. Blue Sky
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Labels: contentment, idyllic, joy, simplicity
Monday, April 22, 2013
Tiptoe Through the Tulips
by Al Dubin
Shades of night are creeping
Willow trees are weeping
Old folks and babies are sleeping
Silver stars are gleaming
All alone I'm scheming
Scheming to get you out here, my dear
Come tiptoe through the window
By the window is where I'll be
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me
Tiptoe from your pillow
To the shadow of a willow tree
And tiptoe through the tulips with me
Knee-deep in flowers we'll stray
We'll keep the showers away
And if I kiss you in the garden
In the moonlight will you pardon me?
Come tiptoe through the tulips with me
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Labels: contentment, idyllic, longing, spring, Standard
Thursday, April 18, 2013
April Skies
by Jim Reid
Hey honey, what you trying to say?
As I stand here, don't you walk away
And the world comes tumbling down
Hand in hand in a violent life
Making love on the edge of a knife
And the world comes tumbling down
And it's hard for me to say
And it's hard for me to stay
I'm going down to be by myself
I'm going back for the good of my health
And there's one thing I couldn't do
Sacrifice myself to you
Hey baby, I just can't see
Just what you mean to me
I take my aim, and I fake my words
I'm just your long time curse
And if you walk away, I can't take it
But that's the way that you are
And that's the things that you say
But now you've gone too far
With all the things you say
Get back to where you come from
I can't help it
Under the April skies
Under the April sun
Under the April skies
Sun grows cold, sky gets black
And you broke me up and now you won't come back
Shaking hand, life is dead
And a broken heart and a screaming head
Under the April skies
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Labels: anxiety, disharmony, frustration, longing, rejection, romance, spring
Sunday, April 14, 2013
You'd Be So Nice to Come Home To
by Cole Porter
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire
While the breeze on high
Sang a lullaby
You'd be all that I could desire
Under stars chilled by the winter
Under an August moon burning above
You'd be so nice
You'd be paradise
To come home to and love
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Labels: contentment, longing, Porter, romance, Standard
Monday, April 8, 2013
Cleveland Rocks
by Ian Hunter
All this energy calling me
Back where it comes from
It's such a crude attitude
It's back where it belongs
All the little kids growing up on the skids
Are going, 'Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks'
Jumping Jean Jeanies, moody James Deanies
Going, 'Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks'
Mama knows but she don't care
She's got her worries too
Seven kids and a phony affair
And the rent is due
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go
'Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks'
She's living in sin with a safety pin
She's going, 'Cleveland rocks, Cleveland rocks'
I got some records from World War Two
I'll play them just like me granddad do
He was a rocker and I am too
Oh Cleveland rocks
Yeah Cleveland rocks
So find a place, grab a space
And yell and scream for more
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Dreams
by Brandi Carlile
Dreams, I have dreams
When I'm awake, when I'm asleep
And you, you are in my dreams
You're underneath my skin, how am I so weak?
And now in my dreams
I can feel the weight, I can just come clean
I keep it to myself, I know what it means
I can't have you, but I have dreams
How long can you hold your breath?
Can you count to ten, can you let it pass?
Keep, can you keep it in?
Keep it behind lashes, can you make it last?
Mind, can you read my mind?
Has it come undone, am I showing signs?
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Labels: anxiety, dream, frustration, joy, longing