Lonelygirl15

This one goes out to Kasdeja, from the cockles of my heart:

Little by little
My heart grieves
Little by little
I call your name
Little by little
My tears flow
Little by little
Everything changes

Little by little
The time goes
Little by little
The days pass by
Little by little
The air clears
Little by little
I can breathe again
I can breathe again
I can breathe again
I can breathe again

...

I've got your picture, I've got your picture,
I'd like a million of them all for myself.
I want the doctor to take your picture,
So I can look at you from inside as well.
You've got me turning up and turning down and turning in and
turning 'round.

I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think
so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.
I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think
so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women,
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark.
Everyone around me is a total stranger,
Everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger,
Everyone...

That's why I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I
really think so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.
I'm turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think
so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.

Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.
Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese, I really think so.

Oh, that's an evil song to have in your head.

I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I dial it in from south of the border
I hear the talking of the DJ
Can't understand just what does he say?

I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh radio
I'm on a Mexican radio
I'm on a Mexican whoa-oh radio

AutoPilate wrote:This one goes out to Kasdeja, from the cockles of my heart...

Cockle-doodle-doo.

You know... cuz it's another Robert Plant song...?

I tried to stear clear of his solos....but that one was on the radio and I just want to stab my ears out.

The live version is tits, though.

Kasdeja wrote:I tried to stear clear of his solos....

AutoPilate wrote:The live version is tits, though.

Isn't it too early for this sort of thing?

What can I say? Urges.

Love on the rocks ain't no surprise
Pour me a drink,
And I'll tell you some lies
Got nothing to lose,
So you just sing the blues, all the time

Gave you my heart, gave you my soul
You left me alone here
With nothing to hold
Yesterday's gone
Now all I want is a smile

First they say they want you
How they really need you
Suddenly you find you're out there
Walking in a storm

When they know they have you
Then they really have you
Nothing you can do or say,
You've got to leave, just get away
We all know the song

You need what you need
You can say what you want
Not much you can do
When the feeling is gone
May be blue skies above,
But it's cool
When your love's on the rocks

First they say they want you
How they really need you
Suddenly you find you're out there
Walking in a storm

And when they know they have you
Then they really have you
Nothing you can do or say
You got to leave, just get away
We all know the song

Love on the rocks
Ain't no big surprise
Just pour me a drink
And I'll tell you my lies
Yesterday 's gone
Now all I want is a smile.....

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there.
She would Merengue and do the Cha-Cha,
But while she tried to be a star,
Tony always tended bar
Across the crowded floor, he worked from 8 til 4.
They were young and they had each other,
Who could ask for more?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana),
The hottest spot north of Havana (here),
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana,
Music and passion were always in fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love.

His name was Rico. He wore a diamond.
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancing there,
And when she finished, he called her over,
But Rico went a bit to far,
Tony sailed across the bar,
And then the punches flew, and chairs were smashed in two.
There was blood and a single gun shot,
But just who shot who?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana),
The hottest spot north of Havana (here),
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana,
Music and passion were always in fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love.

Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl,
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show.
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola,
Still in the dress she used to wear,
Faded feathers in her hair.
She sits there so refined and drinks herself half-blind.
She lost her youth, and she lost her Tony,
Now she's lost her mind!

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always in fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love.

Oh god...high school band flashback.

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah

When she walks, shes like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh

(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesnt see (doesnt see)
(she just doesnt see, she never sees me,...)

I love that song.