Can you do something out of this world?
Take a dream on a Sunday
Take a life, take a holiday
Take a lie, take a dreamer
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream along
Supertramp
Can you do something out of this world?
Take a dream on a Sunday
Take a life, take a holiday
Take a lie, take a dreamer
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream along
Supertramp
I know a girl from a lonely street
Cold as ice cream, but still as sweet
Dry your eyes, Sunday Girl
Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl
Looks like he’s in another world
Run and hide, Sunday Girl
People say, “You hear from what you see
Not, not, not from what you hear”
I can’t help but being confused
If it’s true, won’t you tell me, dear?
Do you plan to let me go
For the other that you knew before?
Written by Norman Whitfield & Barrett, made famous by many
Don’t believe what you hear
Don’t believe what you see
If you just close your eyes
You can feel the enemy
When I first met you, girl
You had fire in your soul
What happened to your face
Of melting snow
Now it looks like this
(U2)
Just let me love you tonight
Forget about tomorrow
My darling, won’t you hold me tight
And never let me go
Dry your eyes
No tears no sorrow
Cling to me with all your might
And never let me go
This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere
Sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow, what will we know?
Will we still be here
Watching an in-flight movie show?
The Kinks
Save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools,
Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
I don’t want to sail with this ship of fools,
I want to run and hide right now
If you know the words sing along
To the swan song of mankind
None of us will be left behind
It was bound to come
And when all is said and done
You will not meet
Your false messiah
Jeremiah
The Joy Hotel
Night wings, her hair chains
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Long, low time ago, people talk to me
A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine
As I was going over
The Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said “Stand o’er and deliver
Or the devil he may take ya”
Musha ring dom a do dum a da
Whack for me daddy-o
Whack for me daddy-o
There’s whisky in the jar-o
(traditional, arr. Thin Lizzy)
I’m the dandy highwayman who you’re too scared to mention
I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention
The devil take your stereo and your record collection
The way you look you’ll qualify for next year’s old age pension
Stand and deliver your money or your life
Try and use a mirror no bullet or a knife
And when he does his little rounds
'Round the boutiques of London town
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends
'Cause he’s a dedicated follower of fashion
Oh, yes, he is (oh, yes he is)
Oh, yes, he is (oh, yes he is)
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion
The Kinks
He’s a lumberjack and he’s okay
He sleeps all night and he works all day
I cut down trees, I skip and jump
I like to press wild flowers
I put on women’s clothing
And hang around in bars
(Monty Python)
Yeah, get around, round, round, I get around
I get around
From town to town
I’m a real cool head
I’m makin’ real good bread
It’s been a hard day’s night, and I’ve been working like a dog
It’s been a hard day’s night, I should be sleeping like a log
But when I get home to you I find the things that you do
Will make me feel alright
Goodnight baby, sleep tight, my love
May God watch over you from above
Tomorrow I’m working, what would I do?
I’d be lost and lonely if not for you
So close your eyes
We’re alright for now
(Tom Petty)
Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home
Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets
She gets rock and roll, and a rock and roll station
And a rock and roll dream
She’s making movies on location
She don’t know what it means
And the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl, don’t worry
DJ play the movies all night long
(Dire Straits)
Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothing happening at all
Every time she puts on a radio
There was a nothin’ goin’ down at all, not at all
Then one fine mornin’ she puts on a New York station
You know, she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started shakin’ to that fine fine music
You know her life was saved by rock ‘n’ roll
We took a walk that night, but it wasn’t the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn’t scream while I held her close
I swore I’d never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain’t no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
(The Killers)
I might be more of a man if I stopped this in it’s tracks
And said, come on, let’s go home. But she’s got the wheel,
And I’ve got nothing except what I have on.
When you’re driving with the brakes on
When you’re swimming with your boots on,
It’s hard to say you love someone
And it’s hard to say you don’t
Del Amitri