play One by one a carpet of star-spangled cities sleep Like so many dancin' diamonds with a beat Each of them are home with walls of stories they could
's nothing more to say The desert stars are bright tonight, let's meet as friends The flower of Islam, the fruit of Abraham The thousand stories have come round to one
and vast Statements just seem vain at last Some rise, some fall Some climb to get to Terrapin Counting stars by candlelight All are dim but one is bright
do All la glory, I'm second story Feel so tall like a prison wall I'm lookin' for a star bright To shine down your light, now And keep the little one
skies I think Bob Dylan said that He hit New York City He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night
the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way To see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slavery then crime was the
Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slaveries den, the crime was the color of skin
and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant
my equilibrium goes Dark star, just an eye that?s closing Sees through the shards from a scar that?s open One, two, one two You know what to do
are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon No one wants to be lonely, no one wants
Woo Have you ever wonder where the story ends, and how it all began, I do (I do, I do, I do, I do) Did you ever dream you were the movie star with popcorn
Have you ever wonder where the story ends And how it all began? I do (I do, I do, I do) Did you ever dream you were the movie star With popcorn in your
a new beginning Still looking for the answer I cannot find the finish It's either this or that way It's one way or the other It should be one direction
a new beginning still looking for the answer I cannot find the finish it's either this or that way it's one way or the other it should be one direction
Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies Huh, now look here people, listen to my story The little story 'bout a man named Jed You know something? That poor mountaineer
The color in your eyes Every time that you stumble and fall You bear the power to shoulder it all One by one they're written in The chapters in the story
ones, MJ was my nigger. Not the one that play ball, the one with the hollywood star, and since I'm a Hollywood star Imma tell you my story, never had