Kickstand
Calling me back to you.
I'm at a loose end still
And I don't know what I'm going to do.
I walk the streets
Hoping to find something to take you off my mind.
Little girl
You make me feel this way
Well, I'm trying hard to forget you
But I know that it only makes me want to stay.
Don't want to be the one to lose you,
Don't want to see you with someone new.
Don't cry
I still love you.
Don't cry
I'll never leave you.
I find it hard sometimes
To keep my mind on the job.
Well, I've been down
When my l
The Floods of Florence
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Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto
Am
Changing the shapes he sees.
D
His old friend El Greco, soon is expected,
G
Now just an echo of Spanish seas.
Em
And outside, the people stare;
Am
Wondering what's going on in there!
D G
Tossing the dice; they pay the price, so they can compare.
CHORUS:
Am D G /Em
And the holy (words/works?) of love and reverence
C Bm E
Fell beneath the floods of Florence.
The shop girls go out to the galleries spending their salaries
To see if they catch a hold.
They meet an old master, like some unknown lover,
For some unknown reason he's never old.
And the auctioneer clears his throat,
What am I bid for this bottled boat?
A tap on the rail
Sunk with a sail, but soon she's afloat. (chorus)
Griffith pulls out his whiskey; the mad room is misty
Covered with yesterdays.
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a memory.
He touches her knee and she fades away.
But the box office line is long;
The spectacular show is on.
Thirsty for thrills, the fountain is filled
With dreams of the dawn. (chorus)
The troubador comes from the country, falls by the factory,
Sliding on simple strings.
Armed with his anger, he sings of the danger
He senses a stranger is in the wings.
But the fledgling has learned to fly;
All of the innocence leaves his eye.
Echoes explode, rolled from the road--
The melody dies. (chorus)