She came and made a man of me, While I was sleeping, Taught me what life meant, And stopped my creeping, It was love that crept into me,
I want to write a melody for every… For all that they have given me, a… Their beauty and their elegance, t… For every woman who ever walked an… I sit here and ponder is this the…
Do I apologise for being me? Or surf the raging sea. What dignity if I said I was a fo… When the world has that tool. What makes a man strong,
I wish i had your money Dylan, To roam around and sing, I wish i had your talent, To be the songwriting King, The life you have lived man,
It’s rare to see something so fair… Few compete with those locks of ha… And she moved and viewed with so m… I was soothed, and still had not s… And soon I did notice the other m…
To write is so much nobler than to… Their neurotic egos, trying to put… No pity for their plans and games, To look at them puts my heart in p… For I will not sit and be a pole,
Life is insane and insanity does n… Life is nothing more than being fu… And begging for a clear head and a… And listening to demons and facing… And keeping the head down and walk…
Within the boundaries of this time… My thoughts internal, people judge… Apples and oranges, thoughts seldo… Yet i remain there, The langman listens to the air,
Where jealousy and envy breed, Where a woman’s soul is soft indee… That is where the townsfolk, Man… That is where I have no where to… This place is cramped and noisy,
The slow sweet softness of a lovin… Entices the Ravages of what comes… I feel the love, I feel the mess, I want to be with you, nothing les… I want to build a world where we g…
When love and life collide, I want to get on my bike and ride, Panniers, long trips planned out, I want to escape the clouds of dou… Ride away from her silly games,
The truth is we never spoke, Our reality, a beauty of smoke, I tried, i really did, Behind society, she hid and hid, True to the world, unlike me,
What to say when, Nothing can be said, What to do when, Nothing can be done, What to accept,
Lennon gave McCartney his dignity… By calling him a Cunt, Harrison knew full well, But struggled, bearing the brunt, Then Paul made himself millions,
This big old world will never mend… Until we get real, I have died a thousand deaths, Been hurled a thousand threats, Private dangerous bets,
