I’m an old familiar melody
On a night when you’re lyin’ awake
I’ll be there for you my love
I’m gonna take you
To dreamland with the music of days gone by
Harmonies from the past
Insomniac’s lullaby
Until you sleep at last
Something old and melodic
Regular rhythm and rhyme
Forgotten words come back to you
One at a time
Drift with the music of days gone by
Harmonies from the past
Insomniac’s lullaby
Until you sleep at last
Nights are endless, so it seems
You want to sleep, you want to dream
Relaxation, counting sheep
Don’t work
You can’t sleep
Perhaps the lullaby
Will ease your troubled mind
Won’t stop singing ‘til you close your eyes
Maybe you’ll find
You can
Sleep with the music of days gone by
Harmonies from the past
Insomniac’s lullaby
Until you sleep at last
Downstream Sunday, cold clear water
Swim between your legs you oughta
Catch me like a fish I wish you could.
Picnic basket on the shore
We’re tired and wet and grateful for
Moments we can steal to feel so good
Cold fried chicken, sweet strawberries
Bread and chocolate, grapes and cherries
Wanting nothing more we pour the wine
Painted sky as the sun is setting,
Each of us almost forgetting
The dissonance and nonsense we left behind
We hold each other tight pretending
The afternoon is never ending
Wishing all the world would go away
Downstream lovin', picnic pleasure
Sunday souvenirs to treasure
Day after day after day after dreary day
See you on the street on Monday
Think about our downstream Sunday
Our eyes will meet it’s sweet to see you smile
Walk on by a little slowly
Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy
And darlin’ remember me, I’ll see you in a while
Seems like such a long time since I
Looked into the future and I
Thought that something better was in store.
Today was worse than yesterday and
Yesterday worse than the day before
I am gonna be all right, I am gonna sleep at night
I’ve got to, got to make it on my own. So tell me
When will I feel happy?
When’s the sun gonna shine on me?
When will I stop feeling so alone
Love, love’s gone missing
Nothin’ left but bitter sweetness
Incompleteness . . .
Looking back I can see the cracks that were
Bound to burst apart
We were building castles in the sand
Living for the moment in a
Shiny artificial wonderland, yes
Pleasure passed for happiness,
Thought that it was more than that
What would I have changed if I had known?
Nobody’s place like home, Lord
Nobody’s place like home
Nobody’s place like a place of my own
Nobody’s place like home
Nobody’s place like home
Nobody’s place like home
Nobody’s there and I’m all alone
Nobody’s place like home
Nobody’s place is where I stay
Nobody’s home and I like it that way
Go up to the door, Nobody’s there
Walk right in, Nobody cares
Nobody says I drink too much
Nobody says I lost my touch
Nobody has got a clue
Nobody looks a lot like you
Bar is open I walk right in
Make myself a little tonic and gin
Nobody talks about depravity and sin
Nobody’s gonna miss a little gin
Nobody’s there and it’s all right with me
Nobody’s pleasant company
Nobody’s stuff in the refrigerator
Take my pick, come back later
Nobody forgot to shut the door
Nobody’s waiting for Lenore
Nobody has got a clue
Nobody looks a lot like you
Hit me once more, Dionysus
Hit me once more with the grape
Hit me once more, Dionysus
I’m trying hard to escape, oh yeah
I’m trying hard to escape
I asked Dionysus, for his advice
About mending a broken heart
Said Dionysus, the cure for the crisis
Is to dance and drink, for when love’s on the brink
Forget love, just let love depart
We’ll dance in the square we’ll dance everywhere
We’ll bring an end to worry and care
We’ll drink to the losers, and dance with the winners
We’ll scuffle with the saints and go home with the sinners
We’ll drink up the joy, dance away the sorrow
That’ll still be there when we wake up tomorrow
I asked Dionysus about his advice
For a world that is going insane
Said Dionysus, the cure for the crisis
Is to dance and drink, when the world’s on the brink
Give it up, fill your cup with champagne
We’ll dance to the empire, drink to the fall
We’ll dance and we’ll drink to nothing at all
We’ll put off the future, push back the past
Live for the moment though we know it won’t last
Throw caution to the wind, invent new sins
And dance, dance to the sweet violins
I asked Dionysus about his advice
I said the skies are dreary and grey
Said Dionysus, the cure for the crisis
Is to dance and drink, the days are shorter than you think
It’s your fate, celebrate anyway