Monday, March 25, 2024

Unknown Legand by Neil Young

 She used to work in a diner

Never saw a woman look finerI used to order just to watch her float across the floorShe grew up in a small townNever put her roots downDaddy always kept movin', so she did too
Somewhere on a desert highwayShe rides a Harley-DavidsonHer long blonde hair flyin' in the windShe's been runnin' half her lifeThe chrome and steel she ridesCollidin' with the very air she breathesThe air she breathes
You know it ain't easyYou got to hold onShe was an unknown legend in her timeNow she's dressin' two kidsLookin' for a magic kissShe gets the far-away look in her eyes
Somewhere on a desert highwayShe rides a Harley-DavidsonHer long blonde hair flyin' in the windShe's been runnin' half her lifeThe chrome and steel she ridesCollidin' with the very air she breathesThe air she breathes
Somewhere on a desert highwayShe rides a Harley-DavidsonHer long blonde hair flyin' in the windShe's been runnin' half her lifeThe chrome and steel she ridesCollidin' with the very air she breathesThe air she breathes

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Our House by Madness

 Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired, she needs a restThe kids are playing up downstairsSister's sighing in her sleepBrother's got a date to keepHe can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowdThere's always something happeningAnd it's usually quite loudOur mum, she's so house-proudNothing ever slows her downAnd a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of ourOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house (Something tells you)(That you've got to move away from it) In the middle of our
Father gets up late for workMother has to iron his shirtThen she sends the kids to schoolSees them off with a small kiss (Ah, ah, ah, ah)She's the one they're going to missIn lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our
I remember way back thenWhen everything was true and whenWe would have such a very good timeSuch a fine time, such a happy timeAnd I remember how we'd playSimply waste the day awayThen we'd say nothing would come between usTwo dreamers
Father wears his Sunday bestMother's tired she needs a restThe kids are playing up downstairsSister's sighing in her sleepBrother's got a date to keepHe can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, in the middle of our
Our house, was our castle and our keepOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house, that was where we used to sleepOur house, in the middle of our streetOur house