Street Life
[Originally by Roxy Music]
Wish everybody would leave me alone - yeah
They're always calling on my telephone
When I pick it up there's no one there
So I walk outside just to take the air
Come on with me cruising down the street
Who knows what you'll see, who you might meet
This brave new world's not like yesterday -
It can take you higher than the milky way
Now I'm blinded I can't really see - yeah
No more bright lights confusing me - no
Don't ask me why I'm feeling blue
'Cause loving you is all I can do
Hey good-looking boys - gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so unkind,
They can make you feel like you're losing your mind
Street Life
Street Life
Street Life
What a Life
Back to nature boys - Vasser girls too
Watch what you say, or think, or do
Continental-style strasse girls might
But you know exactly if it's wrong or right
Education is an important key - yes
But the good life's never won by degrees - no
Pointless passing through Harvard or Yale
Only window shopping - it's strictly no sale
Week end starts Friday soon after eight
Your jet black magic helps you celebrate
You may be stranded if you stick around
And that's really something...
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This is the time of year we can give it, Give it, give it, give it all One through the note your list you can get it, Get it, get it, get it
Life Rolls On
I don’t know, but I’ve been told If you ain’t busy livin’, then you’re getting old That always seemed to make good sense to me So I’ve been running my whole life Diving in;
Завтра Може Не Прийти
Слава, подих, кличе ранок. Сонце, крила, вітру танок. Квітучий сад іще цвіте, Не хочеш думати про те, Що завтра може не прийти до тебе, до тебе. Сонце може не зійти для тебе, для тебе. Дотик, мрія,