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Tanya Chalkin - The Kiss
The Kiss
Tanya Chalkin
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===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== ===================================================================== Visit this Kewl Girl TANIA's Site ======================================================================= ======================================================================= "Most of the time I'm clear focused all around Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground I can follow the path I can read the sign Stay right with it when the road unwinds I can handle whatever I stumble upon I don't even notice she's gone Most of the time. Most of the time it's well understood Most of the time I wouldn't change it if I could I can make it all match up I can hold my own I can deal with the situation right down to the bone I can survive and I can endure And I don't even think about her Most of the time. Most of the time my head is on straight Most of the time I'm strong enough not to hate I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick I can smile in the face of mankind Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine Most of the time. Most of the time she ain't even in my mind I wouldn't know her if I saw her She's that far behind Most of the time I can even be sure If she was ever with me Or if I was ever with her Most of the time I'm halfway content Most of the time I know exactly where it went I don't cheat on myself I don't run and hide Hide from the feelings that are buried inside I don't compromise and I don't pretend I don't even care if I ever see her again Most of the time" ========================================================================= " If today was not an crooked highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin' If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin' Yes, only if she was lyin' by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again. I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or remember the sound of my own name Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin' If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin' Yes, only if she was lyin' by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again. There's beauty in the silver singin' river There's beauty in the rainbow in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin' If I could hear her heart a-softly poundin' Yes, only if she was lyin' by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again" ======================================================================= " Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I'll be landing ? No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love There's nothin' I wish to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean. Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona ? Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'. That I might be gone a long time And it's only that I'm askin' Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passin' ? Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I want from you today I would want again tomorrow. I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm a-feelin'. Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way I'm sure your mind is roarmin' I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the country to where you're goin'. So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there's something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather" ======================================================================= "With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes Oh, who do they think could bury you ? With your pockets well protected at last And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass And your flesh like silk, And you face like glass Who among them do they think could carry you ? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ? With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace And your basement clothes and your hollow face Who among them can think he could outguess you ? With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns Who among them would try to impress you ? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I put them by your gate Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ? The kings of Tyrus with their convict list Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss And you wouldn't know it would happen like this But who among them really wants just to kiss you ? With your childhood flames on your midnight rug And your Spanish manners, and your mother's drugs And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs Who among them do you think could resist you ? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ? Oh, the farmers and the businessmen they all did decide To show you the dead angels that they used to hide But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side ? How could they ever mistake you ? They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms How could they ever, ever persuade you ? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ? With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you ? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul Who among them do you think could destroy you ? Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate Oh, sad-eyed lady, should I wait ?" =============================================================== BOB DYLAN Birthday Countdown Clock (Click) ================================================================= KATIIE HOLMES in Black Dress ================================================================= Lists of items to Trade Lists of items to Trade ================================================================= [an error occurred while processing this directive] ================================================================= ================================================================= ================================================================= =================================================================

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