Our Miss Brook
I’ve just met a lovely lass, at Atlanta’s Antique Show; Wise beyond her...
With your eyes you see the shadows of the dark, deep within my soul you see me...
I can write songs - I want you just the way you are, only so many notes on the scale, whiter shade...
Lengthening now, summer moves on, more so now you're gone, but you're still with me, the yellow and...
There was more than one JR, like my uncle Jim, if you heard him sing you knew, no one like him,...
It was an evening I could never forget sunset was closing in the air was fresh...
You'll never walk alone sugarpie darling honeybun, Kitaro had to admit that in the sun they'd run,...
My Wonder Years
Lyricist: Lo Ta-yu (also known as Luo Dayou) Composer: Lo Ta-yu ...
An image always invokes for me a young Delta, Naked under the sprinkler on the lawn in an Aussie...
This a story of gen and ben and they be a ten Gen has a nice pen And Ben owns a den ...
There is a desk from which to write. Stands with four legs and four sides At the top and...
You didn't know Bowie - who do you really have now? You didn't have Mercury - where's the buzz,...
To some she was outspoken, loud and brash What she said they thought was utter trash I don't...
Did you ever stare at a blank sheet of paper with the pencil so sharp Did you ever never put...
We skipped the light fandango, turning cartwheels 'cross the floor, no one knew who wrote the song,...
We must avoid 'nil pois' (no points) in Eurovision Song Contest, but since UK left Europe, we're no...
