Dreams
Where has the warmth within your voice gone?
It seems you care has died away
I wander through a thousand questions
Never knowing what to say
Lift your palms your hands are soiled
And the guilt now lights your eyes
Will I know or will I wonder
The voice of severed lies?
Years will pass and you'll remember
All that died within your grasp
And I'll be gone; you'll sleep uneasy
Upon a bed built regret
You won't forget the loss of passion
as the past sleeps in your mind
Years will pass and you'll be searching
For things you'll never find
See yo
It seems you care has died away
I wander through a thousand questions
Never knowing what to say
Lift your palms your hands are soiled
And the guilt now lights your eyes
Will I know or will I wonder
The voice of severed lies?
Years will pass and you'll remember
All that died within your grasp
And I'll be gone; you'll sleep uneasy
Upon a bed built regret
You won't forget the loss of passion
as the past sleeps in your mind
Years will pass and you'll be searching
For things you'll never find
See yo
Hey! Bo Diddley
(Ellas McDaniel) 1957
Bo Diddley done had a farm,
On that farm he had some women,
Women here, women there,
Women, women, women everywhere.
But one little girl lived on a hill,
She rustled and tustled like Buffalo Bill,
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
With a pistol and a sword by her side.
She rolled right up to my front door,
Knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore,
When she turned and walked away,
All I could hear my baby say:
Hey Bo Diddley, Oh Bo Diddley,
Hey Bo Diddley, Oh Bo Diddley.
Saw my baby run across the field,
Slippin' and slidin' like an automobile,
Hollerin', my baby got towed away,
Slipped on from me like a Cadillac-8.
Hey Bo Diddley, Oh Bo Diddley,
Hey Bo Diddley, Oh Bo Diddley.