11 posts tagged “what do you have to say?”

I've been seeing the same old things,

And I've been hearing you saying some things that you don't mean.

Everyone needs a sunday some days, everyone needs to take some time away.

So come on home from the front lines, baby,

You know you've done more than your time there was supposed to have been.

A little time out could turn your head 'round,

A little time out could lift us our of the mess we're in.

And down by the beach there's a small cafe,

Where we'll hang on for Joan and drink Bonet all day.

So come on over to St. Feliu 'cause it's somewhere I've been and I want to take you there.

You know that waking up to the daily blues from

Waking up to the daily news ain't nothing strange.

Everyone gets to feeling weak,

But if everyone gets to take a week and change their pace...

You travel west 'til you hit Girona, I'll travel east out of Barcelona,

And I'll meet you halfway.

One day and night on La Costa Brava, we'll forget the fright,

And remember why we want to be brave,

(and that there's something to save)

Like down by the beach there's a veg cafe,

Where we'll meet Lolo and Pablo and drink Moritz all day.

So come on over to St. Feliu 'cause it's somewhere I've been and I want to take you there.

We'll meet Berta, and Daniel, and Remy, Celine, and Mike, Adriana, Padi, and Aziz,

And Maurix, Maria, and Laura, Tule,

And Sherry and Pau, Jodie, and Paul,

I hope Neil is OK...

High school seemed like such a blur
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections
And in class I dreamed all day
About a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the front of the room
So close yet so far
Y'know she never seemed to notice
That this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend

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Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past;
(it's the) story of my life

And I went down to my old neighborhood
The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a seven eleven

I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak of
I looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back

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Good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
I think about the good times we had and why they had to end

So I sit at the edge of my bed
I strum my guitar and I sing an outlaw love song
Wonderin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back

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