Тексты песен «Richard Thompson»

We used to say "There'd come the day we'd all be making songs Or finding better words" These ideas never lasted long The way is up along the road, the air is growing thin Too many friends who tried, blown off this...

Oh, I've got a little car and she might go far She's the mistress of my heart now She's a '65 with an overdrive And I fixed her in every part now Two in the front and two in the back A hundred and ten on the old hog's...

Well, that big dumb blonde with Gorgeous George And Turtle, a friend of theirs, with his cheques all forged And his cheeks in a trunk with a cheese in the cash You're all gonna be there at that million dollar bash, and...

If the wife and I are fussin', brother that's our right 'Cause me and that sweet woman's got a license to fight Why don't you mind your own business (Mind your own business) 'Cause if you mind your business, then you...

What a fool I was What a thin disguise Brando mumble Mingus eyes Was a time she fell But then she got wise Brando mumble And Mingus eyes I never had the squint of James Dean Or the Stanislavsky tears Or the...

My dearest Miss Patsy, I'm writing to say That I'm sorry to not be in touch It's been quite a parade, but my thoughts never strayed Too far, or too long, or too much CHORUS Miss Patsy, forgive all the choices I made...

Hailstones and a sickle moon and the north wind races One more night of running my mind over lost embraces The steps you made when you walked away Still frozen in the ground Oh missie how you let me down Oh missie how...

Like the flowers, like the bees Like the woodlands and the trees I like the Byrds on their LP's And I'm a refugee (Chorus) I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky I...

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay Ain't it sad And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me That's too bad In my dreams I have a plan If I got me a wealthy man I wouldn't...

I lit my purest candle close to my Window, hoping it would catch the eye Of any vagabond who passed it by, And I waited in my fleeting house Before he came I felt him drawing...

So you think you know how to wipe your own nose So you think you know how to button your clothes You udon't know shit If you hadn't already guessed You're just a bump on the log of life 'Cos Mother knows best She tells...

Well, come on pretty baby let's move it and groove it Shake it, baby, shake it, baby. Please don't lose it The rhythym will get you to your heart and soul Well, you know, pretty baby, it's called rock and roll They say...

My sweetheart, she bounced right out of my arms She was gone before I remembered to cling Was I moving too slowly to catch her Or was she by nature a slippery thing Into the arms of Mr. Rebound Into the arms of clean...

Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles, you know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn...

(Richard Thompson) If I say what's on my mind, dear The judge will slap me down You've got me in the corner And it's only the second round So I'll keep my mouth shut, darling I'll be quiet as a lamb And I'll act just...

Oh kind Mrs. Rita I never will tell The way that you keep us poor girls here in hell And I never will sneak to the News of the World Oh kind Mrs. Rita Sincere Mrs. Rita A friend to a stranger, a ma to a girl With the...

My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul She's never gonna shake it up She's never gonna shake it up She's never gonna shake it up She'll never be...

Mystery wind blowing tonight Driving rain, close up tight Don't leave a crack for the rain to get in Don't leave a hole for the mystery wind From some other time, from some other place Mystery wind make a fool say...

Love makes people so blind That's why I can't make up my mind If you stop me dead in my tracks Or you just paper over the cracks You're the one I've wanted so long But then again I might be wrong Now you look just right...

(Richard Thompson) I see young girls with old faces I see good girls in bad places I see plain girls in finery And every one be the death of me Needle and Thread, Needle and Thread Hand me down my Needle and Thread...