The Long Random Mixes.

 

Day by day the moon goes round

The sun comes up and the sun goes down.

And here I watch in quiet tears.

I misunderstood my life in all its years.

A passionate song plays on a used guitar.

How could I have traveled so much and not gotten so far.

Hey little sister, what have you done.

Hey little who's the only one.

Hey little sister whose your superman.

Hey little sister who is the one you want.

Hey little sister shotgun.

It's a nice day to start again.

Or So Billy Idol would have us believe.

How could I have been so easily deceived?

Love is my only goal, I love the world.

But the fact is I can't love one special girl.

The memories come back,

Oh, Oh,

Rewritten by machine with new technology.

And now I understand the supernova scene.

I met your children, what did you tell them.

Video killed the radio star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.

So put on the blame on VCR's.

Give me time.

I need the moment but not the rhyme.

Give me time.

I need to heal but not define.

Give me time.

I want you now but you won't be mine.

Give me time.

to realize my crime,

let me love and steal.

I have danced inside your eyes.

How can love be real.

Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry.

Precious kisses words that burn me.

Love is never asking why.

In my heart the fires burning,

Choose my color find a star.

precious people always tell me.

Thatís the risk now dare to fall.

The songs go on but the music stops.

I don't know how to break these locks.

You are there and I am here.

You have doubts, and I have fears.

What do you say when pressed with choice.

Somebody help me stop the noise.

And then its enya. Soft and pure.

Lothlo'rien, I'm pretty sure.

Floating in sadness the clouds pass by.

The world is not enough

The light in your eyes..

Your Eyes,..

So the world goes round and round,

with ordinary moons

They say the sky far above,

Is Caribbean blue.

If I believe the sky above

If every man says all he can

If every man is true.

Do I believe the sky above is Caribbean blue?

Oh enya if those words were so true

Things would be different. Things that we do.

But there are lonelier dreamers and fools alive.

Sad hungry children and adults who can't cry.

If it isn't our fault than who's to blame.

Drove down town in the rain.

Nine thirty on a Tuesday night.

Just to check out the late night.

Record shop.

Call it impulsive,

Call it compulsive.

You can call it insane,

But when I'm surrounded,

I just can't stop.

Brian Wilson is dead.

The secret of where the love has gone has died with him.

So now we have another meaning for the color red.

It's the fate of an unloved boy, Unsaved, Tiny Tim.

I will not give up.

I will not end.

I will not lose my way,

I will begin again.

So I have an answer for nobody,

Think it over and give it a whirl.

I can show you the world.

Shining, shimmering, splendid.

So tell me princess,

when did you last let your heart decide?

Oh, thatís ok, we'll let that one slide.

It's never to late to start something new.

Things for me and things for you.

Hit it,

Na,

nana nana, na na,

here comes the hot stepper,

I'm the lyrical gangster,

Be good enough to clear the area,

Still living like that,

No No, We don't die,

No, We multiply,

Anybody pressed will here the fat lady sing,

Ina, Kamoze, And his rap lyric swing.

Sets for the next song, what does it bring.

She leads a lonely life.

She leads a lonely life,

All that she wants,,,,,

Is another baby,

She's gone tomorrow boy,

All that she wants,

Is another baby, yeah, eh.

Oops too late

Thatís great,

It starts with an earthquake

Birds and snakes and airplanes.

Linny Bruce is not afraid.

Eye of a hurricane

Listen to yourself churn

World has had it's own deeds

time to serve your own needs

It's the end of the poem as you know it.

It's the end of the poem as you know it.

And I feel fine.

You could say this was an independent love poem.

It's nothing like true word what love meant to them.

Thatís not to say the love have isn't big or that strong

Were doing it in a different way,

Were doing it in a different way,

You might say this is another boring love poem,

I'm doing it in a different way.

I'm doing it in a different way.

I'll show you how to read me.

Could I , Could I,

I'll show you how to turn me.

Right on, right on.

How to love me, right on, right on.

Well thatís the end, I think we've said it all.

Goodbye my sweet, I await your call.

I have got to go, I must travel the town.

I leave you with this, so please don't frown.

Got to get up to get down, got to get up to get.

Got to get up to get down, got to get up to get.

.....Down

 

Disco.

 

PS.. Oh, OOh, Baby Baby.