Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar Floating on the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet
Quickstep (written 4/77) I knew my youth couldn't last forever I knew some chords so I got the band together Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
love All I want is to feel true love I've checked the figures, it feels like hope is lost A photographic film, I cut the chord I keep chasing a lie
'm guessing It must be God 'Cuz I aint touch the bag till I picked up to go to N.Y.C and now its all I've got All I've got to do is Make chords with my
from 'The Lost Boys' The barrel was too big, you had to see the fall You had to see that havin' it all was just a casualty of war I got keys like a chord
prioritized These days the goal is win the prize There's a sleeping resonance We hold through which we're unified So let it out Don't just get lost
my heart breaks? One asleep, one awake, back to back 'Cause you wouldn't turn towards me Had me battlin' fractals, keeping track of all the chords We
artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with a zort Change your strategic plan, my man's getting bored Your vocal chord
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Never do what they do, what they do, what they do Yo, yo, lost generation, fast paced nation World
a ride" He made sounds like I never heard before and he still had more Then he got me hyped when he played this incredible song And I lost my mind when
on a bright summer Sunday And tapestry kittens that hung on the wall They all die in the air like a soft minor chord A vacancy sign and a bulletin board
yeah keep it live Chorus: repeat 4X I represent the hardcore (rough rugged and raw) The PMD the mic's my only friend Verse One: I grab a chorus like
, conceiver, romantic love receiver, caught Who are you? The nerve I wanna get out, I wanna get out I wanna get out, I wanna get out I wanna get out Oh, he wanna play chords
about his past, and a lot of references to old procol harum songs go through his head.) 'i'd been wandering around manhattan for a couple of days, kinda lost
bop and feel They wanna dance and have a good time We gotta keep the tempo upbeat all the time But we are trying to do something new Playing discord in theory and that chord
yourself Don't let yourself be lost Don't lose yourself Don't lose yourself be lost Don't lose yourself Don't let yourself be lost Don't lose yourself
(Free me, free me) Oh, six strings, three chords, ah, big dreams (Free me, free me) And He don't let me down when the days of rain came He was there
Another bad break - burst another bubble Another lost cause - here's another trouble another heart ache - one more chance gone another lost chord in yet