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FOXEY LADY

 

 

FOXEY, FOXEY
YOU KNOW YOU'RE A CUTE LITTLE HEART BREAKER, HA
FOXEY, YEAH
AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE A SWEET LITTLE LOVE MAKER, HA
FOXEY

I WANNA TAKE YOU HOME, HAHA YEAH
I WON'T DO YOU NO HARM NO, HA
YOU GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE
OOH FOXEY LADY, YEAH
FOXEY, FOXEY

NOW-A I SEE YOU COME DOWN ON THE SCENE
OH FOXEY
YOU MAKE ME WANNA GET UP AND A SCREAM
FOXEY, OH BABY LISTEN NOW
I'VE MADE UP MY MIND
YEAH, I'M TIRED OF WASTING ALL MY PRECIOUS TIME
YOU GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE
FOXEY
FOXEY

YEAH
I'M GONNA TAKE YOU HOME YEAH
I WON'T DO YOU NO HARM NO
YOU GOT TO BE ALL MINE, ALL MINE
FOXEY LADY
HERE I COME BABY, I'M COMMIN' TO GET YA
FOXEY, FOXEY

OOH FOXEY LADY
OHH FOXEY LADY YEAH YEAH
YOU LOOK SO GOD FOXEY
OH YEAH FOXEY
YEAH GIVE US SOME FOXEY
FOXEY FOXEY LADY
FOXEY FOXEY LADY
FOXEY FOXEY LADY

 

MANIC DEPRESSION

 

MANIC DEPRESSION IS SEARCHING MY SOUL
I KNOW WHAT I WANT
BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW, HONEY
HOW TO GO ABOUT GETTING IT

FEELING SWEET FEELING
DROPS FROM MY FINGERS FENDERS
MANIC DEPRESSION IS CAPTURED MY SOUL

WOMAN SO WILLING THE SWEET CAUSE IN VAIN
YOU MAC LOVE
YOU BREAK LOVE
IT'S A ALL THE SAME, WHEN IT'S
WHEN IT'S OVER

MUSIC SWEET MUSIC
I WISH I COULD CARESS CARESS CARESS
MANIC DEPRESSION IS A FRUSTRATING MESS
OH!

WELL I THINK I'LL GO TURN MYSELF OFF AND A GO ON DOWN
ALL THE WAY DOWN
REALLY AIN'T NO USE IN ME HANGING AROUND
OH, I GOTTA SEE YOU,

MUSIC SWEET MUSIC
I WISH I COULD CARESS AND A KISS KISS
MANIC DEPRESSION IS A FRUSTRATING MESS

OWH!
OWH!

MUSIC SWEET MUSIC SWEET MUSIC
SWEET MUSIC
SWEET MUSIC
HOOO

 

 

WATERFALL/ THIS MAY BE LOVE

 

WATERFALL
NOTHING CAN HARM ME AT ALL
MY WORRIES SEEM SO VERY SMALL
WITH MY WATERFALL

I CAN SEE MY RAINBOW CALLING ME YEAH
THROUGH THE MISTY BREEZE OF MY WATERFALL

SOME PEOPLE SAY DAY-DREAMING IS
FOR THE ALL THE LAZY MINDED FOOLS WITH NOTHING ELSE TO DO

SO LET THEM LAUGH LAUGH AT ME
SO JUST AS LONG AS I HAVE YOU TO SEE ME THROUGH
I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE LONG AS I HAVE YOU

WATERFALL
DON'T EVER CHANGE YOUR WAYS
FALL WITH WE FOR A MILLION DAYS
OH MY WATERFALL

 

 

PURPLE HAZE

 

 

PURPLE HAZE ALL IN MY BRAIN
LATELY THINGS DON'T SEEM THE SAME
ACTIN' FUNNY BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY
'SCUSE ME WHILE I KISS THE SKY

PURPLE HAZE ALL AROUND
DON'T KNOW IF I'M COMIN' UP OR DOWN
AM I HAPPY OR IN MISERY?
WHATEREVER IT IS, THAT GIRL PUT A SPELL ON ME

HELP ME
HELP ME
OH I DON'T KNOW

YEAH!
PURPLE HAZE WAS ALL IN MY EYES
DON'T KNOW IF IT'S DAY OR NIGHT
YOU'VE GOT ME BLOWIN', BLOWIN' MY MIND
IS IT TOMORROW OR JUST THE END OF TIME?

WHO KNOWS?
HELP ME
YEAH
COME ON NOW
TELL ME
TELL ME

ETC.

 

THE WIND CRIES MARY

 

 

AFTER ALL JACKS ARE IN THEIR BOXES
AND THE CLOWNS HAVE ALL GONE TO BED
YOU CAN HEAR HAPPINESS STAGGERING ON DOWN THE STREET
FOOTPRINTS DRESSED IN RED

AND THE WIND WHISPERS MARY

A BROOM IS DREARILY SWEEPING
UP THE BROKEN PIECES OF YESTERDAY'S LIFE
SOMEWHERE A QUEEN IS WEEPING
SOMEWHERE A KING HAS NO WIFE

AND THE WIND CRIES MARY

THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS THEY TURN A BLUE TOMORROW
AND SHINE THEIR EMPTINESS DOWN ON MY BED
THE TINY ISLAND SAGS DOWNSTREAM
CAUSE THE LIFE THAT THEY LIVED IS DEAD

AND THE WIND SCREAMS MARY

WILL THE WIND EVER REMEMBER
THE NAMES IT HAS BLOWN IN THE PAST
AND WITH ITS CRUTCH ITS OLD AGE AND ITS WISDOM
IT WHISPERS "NO, THIS WILL BE THE LAST"

AND THE WIND CRIES MARY

 

 

All Along The Watchtower

(written by: Bob Dylan)

 

 

There must be some kind of way outta here
said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion...
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
hey, hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh...but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

 

 

FIRE ( in album Radio one )


"THE JIMI HENDRIX EXPERIENCE SOUNDING OFF AGAIN NOW,
WITH ONE OF JIMI'S OWN CALLED 'FIRE'"


YOU DON'T CARE FOR ME
I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT
GOTTA NEW FOOL
I LIKE IT LIKE THAT

I HAVE ONLY ONE BURNIN' DESIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND BABY
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH, LEY ME STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
YOU GOT TO LET ME STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH SHUCKS
YEAH

YOU SAY YOUR MOM AIN'T HOME, YOU CAN'T LET ME IN
WELL, I HAD TO BEFORE I DON'T NEED YOU AGAIN

I HAVE ONLY ONE BURNIN' DESIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
YEAH, LET ME STAND BABY
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH, LET MY STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE

AH YEAH MOVE OVER ROVER
AND LET JIMI TAKE OVER
YEAH YOU KNOW WAYT I'M TALKING 'BOUT

THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT
YOU TRY TO GIMMIE YOUR MONEY
YOU BETTER SAVE IT BABE
SAVE IT FOR YOUR RAINY DAY

I HAVE ONLY ONE A BURNIN' DESIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
YEAH LET ME STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
OH, LET ME STAND
LET ME STAND NEXT TO YOUR FIRE
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKEN ABOUT

 

 

 

All Along The Watchtower

(written by: Bob Dylan)

 

 

There must be some kind of way outta here
said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion...
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
hey, hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh...but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

 

 

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