My, My, Hey, Hey

Subtle intricacies of each heart beat
Rain upward from a drummers' feet
Red & Blue
It looked at you
Are you jealous?
Said the bird that flew.


I fly so extremely high
Familiar with the mural sky
I wish upon stars
To simply speak with you
We sillily seek things we cannot do.

Saw the sun, saw the beach, saw the people, on the street. I came to Los Angeles 'bout 9 years ago.

Listen, baby
Just take it easy
Just ride in your car
Goooo round the strip and uh
All the other places
People look good
Everywhere I go
Long hair, fancy clothes
Must be the start
Must be the start of something new
So I'll get close to you baby


Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light?
Or just another lost angel, city of night.


Summertime,
The livin' is easy
The fish are jumpin',
The cotton is high


Your daddy's rich, yeah
Your momma's good lookin'
Hush little baby
Don't you cry


Love hides in the strangest places
Love hides in familiar faces
Love hides in narrow corners
Love hides in molecular structures
Love comes when you least expect it
Love comes to those who seek it
Love hides inside the rainbow
Love is everything, yeah.
Allll right.

elle vit sur ​​l'amour de la rue

I see people out there campin'

I see they got their food and wine

I see cops cowering under helmets

I see cats hiding in the pines

I think the orange has been peeled

I hear the casket being sealed

I hear castanets on stone

I see government overthrown

Click clack

And we met on the hill

Mayor Beehan rolled up

In a coupe de ville

Or perhaps it was a hearse

Colorless and mean

Carrying the 

American Dream.

I saw the last drive-in film

I wrote the obituary on a napkin

Classy.

I coolly backed out of the parking lot

and moved to France

Meet Me In The Mornin'. Fifty-sixth & Wabasha.

I see your golden ribbons
I see your new plaid scarf
Radiant, mesmerizing
Attractive
In the most
Absolute form
Stunning & shining
With knowledge
We become collage
Love deluge
Touch? sure
We should


It ain't fun w/o you. Life is it.

Let's Swim to the M000000N, uh huh.

I want to go down by the bustling beach
Lots of people & brand new friends to meet


We can dance and drink til the morning sun
Days go by until we find the one


Venice streets filled with happy feet
Walking, laughing, refusing a seat


Live for the lovely coming of the day
Learn to love in little ways


We can groove & sleep & dream again
When you love the soul there is no end

tAke a tRip oN tHe Blue Bus, tonighT. CoME On, bABy.

You know that it would be untrue

You know that I would be a liar

If I was to say to you

Girl we couldn’t get much higher

American Dream No More

The
Bullet
That
Struck
Jack
Kennedy
Also
Shattered
The
American
Dream.

Religion
Is
Losing
Its
Weight.
Sunday
Bloody
Sunday
Come
Monday.

The
American
Dream
Is
A
Lifeless
Beast
With
Its
Ashes
Scattered
Throughout
Our
Doomed
Generation.

Lost.