Live Free or Die
Sister Golden Hair
America
- written by Gerry Beckley
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet
America
- written by Gerry Beckley
Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can't live without you; can't you see it in my eyes?
I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet
No Good Can Come of This
by Jeff Buckley
beware the bottled thoughts of angry young men
secret compartments hide all of the skeletons
little girl wants to make her home with him
in the middle of the shore she wonders
"don't know what you asked for"
"don't know what you asked for"
all young lovers know why
nightmares blind their mind? s eye
your rube is young and handsome
so new to your bedroom floor
you know damn well were you? ll go
I've loved so many times and I've drowned them all
from their coral graves they rise up when darkness falls
with their bones they'll scratch the window
I hear them call
"don't know what you asked for"
"don't know what you asked for"
stay with me under these waves tonight
be free for once in your life tonight