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Times of Your Life
Words & Music by Bill Lane & Roger Nichols, Recorded by Paul Anka
Good morning yesterday,
You wake up and time has slipped away.
And suddenly it’s hard to find the memories you left behind.
Remember? Do you remember?
The laughter and the tears,
The shadows of misty yester-years,
The good times and the bad you’ve seen and all the others in between
Remember? Do you remember the times of your life?
Reach back for the joy and the sorrow,
Put them away in your mind.
For memories are time that you borrow
To spend when you get to tomorrow.
Here comes the setting sun.
The seasons are passing one by one.
So gather moments while you may, collect the dreams you dreamed today.
Remember, will you remember
The times of your life, of your life, of your life.
Windshield
Her corsage was red, white, and blue
Bloody red white and blue like some Republican flag
A remedial host like some chaperone
But she died through a windshield at the fucking prom
She was only sixteen and a half, by your life
She lived life in some fast car
Having her gas in some nightmare
Her head pushed through the windshield
Nerdy leisure suit
Bad cut hair
Her date is something boring to behold
Her corsage was red, white, and blue
Red white and blue like some federal flag
It bled.
It bled like a remedial host like some chaperone
Died, crashed through the windshield at the prom
She was only sixteen and a half, by your life
She lived life in some fast car
Having her gas in some nightmare
Her head pushed through the windshield
Nerdy leisure suit
Bad cut hair
Her date is something boring to behold
Her corsage was white, and blue
Red, red, red, white and blue like some federal flag
Broken glass remedial host like some chaperone
She died through a windshield at her prom
She was only sixteen and a half, by your life
She lived life in some fast car
Having her gas in some nightmare
Her head pushed through the windshield
Nerdy leisure suit
Bad cut hair
Her date is something boring to behold
Corsage was white and blue
Red, white and blue like some political flag
Remedial host like her chaperone
But she died with her head pushed through the windshield instead
Waiting For Some Air
(I’m) under water waiting for some air
I can’t breathe
Mind Lounge
(instrumental)
Didn’t Show
She said she was a drummer
She’d come by at seven
We waited for her drumsticks all night long
She said she was our drummer
We waited till six, seven, eight, nine o’clock
She never came
What are you gonna do, when she doesn’t show up?
She said she’d come by six o’clock
But seven came by and eight, nine…nine o’clock
What are you gonna do?
She said she was our drummer, we believed her
She pissed us off so many times
The music, we waited for her
We had so many things to do
What are you gonna do?
Kids Song
Baby makers think alike
Swing sets, lawns, and cribs, and bikes
Christmas photos lots of kids
Are they hers or are they his
Screaming nightly, crying daily
PTA or punish lately
Spankings, groundings, borrow cars
Grow up hatred inner scars
Grave Times
Pilfering graves like jewel box broken
Late night endeavor we meet again
Dark dead leaves scraped bare hands
Wet dank moist layer found
Shovel shank deep in soil
Piled dirt
Here is the prize
Open casket here is my friend
My old friend seeing her again
I want that ring, the ring is stuck
I want that ring, I’ve got that ring
That ring is mine
She’s thinner since I last saw her
Five years ago
“Carry me out,” she said.
“I’m so tired of this old place.
I want your life, your life is what I want,
Your life is mine.”
On Your Street
I’ve been on your street
I’ve come in your home
I’ve sat on your couch
I’ve been on your street
I’ve come in your home
I’ve sat on your couch
I’ve watched TV
I’ve been upstairs
I’ve been in the bed
I’ve seen your bathroom
I’ve left in the morning
Box
If you looked into the box, what would she say
If they looked into our box, what would we say?
If I looked into her box, what we they say?
I we looked into my box, what would she say?
I’ll have another?
If we looked into our box, what would we say?
If she looked into my box, what would she say?
If we looked into my box, what would they say?
If they looked into her box, what would I say?
I’ll have another?
If they looked into her box, what would they say?
If she looked into my box, what would we say?
If they looked into our box, what would we say?
If she looked into his box, what would they say?
Obie
Obie, you’re my musky pet
You fly around the house so freely
When we let you out of your cage
You seem like something else
When you are let loose
You climb the walls
You lift yourself unto the curtain
Lifting yourself up
Flying around the house
You lift yourself into the sky and fly
Like nothing I’ve ever seen before
Obie, you’re my possum pet
Marsupial sugar glider
Mealworms are your every day diet
I see you so soft and furry
But when we lift you out of the cage
You lift yourself up unto the curtain
Lifting yourself perched on top of the world
You lift yourself into the sky
You reach to the stars
You glide around the house
You move up into the sky
You lift up yourself and climb around the house
You are the marsupial….pet
Obie-Wan Kanobi, you’re my musky pet
My little soft furry friend who bonds with my face
I pull you out of my cage
And I see what you are capable of doing, you’re so acrobatic
You climb up on my finger, and from my finger you jump to the wall
You jump to the curtain, you jump to the mind’s open breeze
You lift yourself into the sky, you glide, you glide
You are setting yourself free
You are Obie, my sugar glider pet, you are free, you are free
You climb into the sky, up into the sky
Blonde and Beautiful
Blonde, beautiful, you’re dangerous
Her red-tipped fingers stroke their egos like…
Thank you, thank you, thank her now for (all) your time
Lick your lips, because success loves itself more than…
I’m sick of the similes
I’m sick of the metaphors
I’d rather leave the “a’s” and “likes” to someone else
Your imagination
As your inner thoughts take you
To the faces of scalps once woven with fingers
To No Avail
Trading my arms for my legs
I have opted for the difference
I have tried to note my indifference
To no avail
Why can’t I stop all these pardons?
Why can’t I stop all those importune suggestions?
Why can’t we stop all the make believe stories
To no avail
Fallen Into
I’d fall out your mind
I saw what you’re doing
I’ve fallen into
A morass of life I cannot get out of
I know what you are capable of
I saw what you were doing to me
I saw it was like a threesome
I painted my picture on the wall
I found that you were my lonesome
I love it all
You put yourself in
And I put myself out
I looked for your foot in
And my foot was out
You put yourself in
And I thought for a second that
You were not in like the others were in
I know you are free
But I don’t think it’s anything
But I know it’s a favor
LMAC
So baby, won’t you lick my ass crack?
Won’t you please lick my ass crack?
Won’t you lick my ass crack?
They don’t know, they don’t know
Swirl it around deep inside
Like a little butterfly with honey
Never mind cause no one’s there
They don’t know
They don’t know, they don’t know
Swirl it around deep inside
Like an inside rosebud
Never mind cause no one’s there
They don’t know