Blue moon...Without a love of my own Blue moon Is someone standing alone? Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon You're just
be rollin' home The dragon weeps with empty eyes, The whistle sighs no more in the night... It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music, The soul
you're mine, all mine Play the music low And sway to the rhythm of love Play the music low And sway to the music of love Yeah, sway to the music of love
me, don't push the button on me Out for the twist, ya nautically nasty G Basically makin' me anti-social individual, too hype Recognize the type? Then a music
't care about the tick-tock And the world is full of music, dreams and lovers There ain't nothin' like the summer There ain't nothin' like the summer A blue
It was Saturday nite the moon was bright shining It was Saturday nite the moon was bright shining down as harvest light Music all around to hear set
m feeling just right How's about a corner With a table for two? Where the music's mellow Is a gay rendezvous There's no chance romancing With a blue
The language in the dimmer rooms Seems to represent it's light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music
future hangs over our heads And it moves with each current event Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain Just stay in when it's looking this way And the moon
hangs over our heads And it moves with each current event Until it falls all around like a cold steady rain Just stay in when it's lookin' this way And the moon
way The future hangs over our heads And it moves with each current event Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain Just stay in when it's looking this way The moon
The language in the dimmer rooms Seems to represent the light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music
they gon' come is Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal
Smooth (Smooth) Beyond the (Beyond the) Automatic, systematic (Automatic) Complex (Just ease it in) The feelings right The music is tight (The music
[Mad Child] Yo, I'm a cannibal on Anthrax Island Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons Chamber music, car parked in dungeons Stun gun, never sound
Roses are red and violets are blue Primroses pale on a velvet green hue Warm summer days by cool waterfalls Like the music we hear Those things we'll
world At night the moon don't shine no more lonely gloom comes round my door But I'm the queen of my lonely little world When the daylight finally dawns blues
mountain sail an ocean blue Man can do about anything he sets his mind to do Man can send an orchid to the moon above But man's got a long long way to
