1K In The Kings
Strike 10 pins, hangover Kings
Have you seen The Big Lebowski?
Rockin’ Tony sings, 1K in the Kings
Elvis meets Charles Bukowski
It’s no mystery, I don’t wanna be
Entering a world of sorrow
Look me up and down, boys are on the town
Drinkin’ like there’s no tomorrow
And I know there is nowhere preferable to where I have to go
White Russian Queens, staring at the screens
Checking in on their condition
Down on the lanes, trying to refrain
From making such an exhibition
It’s funny somehow, you realise now
There’s nothing like a little disaster
To sort things out, there’s really no doubt
You’re going to get what yer after
And I know there is nowhere preferable to where I have to go
Where I have to go...
And I know there is nowhere preferable to where I have to go, where I have to go…
Feeling’s Gone
Maybe someday time will tell
But time’s not talking yet
Blow to the head for what I said
It’s easy to forget
Funny how it seems to me a long time in between
Where you left to where you’ll find me in tomorrow’s dream
When the feeling’s gone, when the feeling’s gone
When the feeling’s gone
You can’t go on, no, you can’t go on, no
All the fun is all but doneAnd everything’s been said
Rum with Coke and everything I wrote
Goes straight to my head
Down the path that least resists you
Point of no return
Blinded by the light that guides you
Watch those bridges burn
When the feeling’s gone, when the feeling’s gone
When the feeling’s gone
Well you can’t go on, no, you can’t go on
Feeling’s gone, when the feeling’s gone
When the feeling’s gone
Well you can’t go on, no, you can’t go on, no
When the feeling’s gone, when the feeling’s gone
When the feeling’s gone
Well you can’t go on, no, you can’t go on
When the feeling’s gone, when the feeling’s gone
When the feeling’s gone
Well you can’t go on, no, you can’t go on
Golden Earring
Strung out there’s no doubt
You’re black’n’blue from rolling with the punches
Stomach churns, a cigarette burns
This atmosphere is playing havoc with the senses
Closing your eyes you find it hard to relax
You’ve got screen-burn from flash-backs to those things in your past
Drained of emotion you abandon the search
That spring in your step has become more of a lurch
It’s time to decide, it’s time to decide
Send me a postcard from the other side
Out of mind and out of sight
You might find what you’re looking for tonight
Stumble ’round in the dark just hoping for the tiniest spark
It comes to something when you’ve nothing to say
And there’s nobody listening to a word anyway
Can’t hear for the ringing of that blast from your past
Your short fuse is burning and you know it can’t last
It’s time to decide, it’s time to decide
Send me a postcard from above, from above, from above
With radar love from above
From above, from above with radar love
Same bar, same stool
A fool will always find a bigger fool
Golden rule, don’t look above
Whatever happened to my radar love
In the race to the bottom you don’t want to be last
You’re measuring height from the shadow that you cast
You won’t go hungry with that song that you sing
But if you don’t stand for something then you will fall for anything
It’s time to decide, it’s time to decide
Send me a postcard from above, from above, from above
With radar love from above
From above, from above with radar love
I.I.W.I.I.
Just to set the record straight
I didn’t come here just to wait
So speak your mind and state your case this is the time this is the
Place to be, this is where you wanted me
It is what it is
Okay so let’s wipe the slate clean
I can see through your smoke screen
Your magic tricks make people laugh but you’re not sawing me in
Half the time you are looking for a sign
It is what it is
To all intents and purposes it is what it is
You may have been in better weather but I have weathered better
Weathered better
It is what it is,
What it is...
If this is what it is
Then this is what it..
It is is what it is....
Leo’s Song
Just found out about an hour ago
Leo doesn’t want to do the showHe’s all mixed up and he don’t know why
One too many shaky alibis, alibis
Carried on thinking, “well what the heck”
One more lime in the bottleneck
Don’t stop now you’re a mover not a shaker
You can’t lay low when your picture’s in the paper
In the paper, in the...
Keep on keeping it on now
Just be strong nowDon’t go losing the feeling
You’re still breathing
Fifteen people in the dressing roomA pile of sugar and an Absinth spoon
Lift ain’t working, take the service elevator
Your best friend’s here with her sister and her neighbour
And her neighbour, and her neighbour...
I just wonder in an hour or two
If Leo’s ever going to break on through
To the other side better never than later It’s a frozen lake but he ain’t no skater
Ain’t no skater, ain’t no...
Keep on keeping it on now
Just be strong now
Don’t go losing the feeling
You’re still breathing
I just found out an hourago
That Leo doesn’t want to do the showHe’s all mixed up and he don’t know why
One too many shaky alibis
Alibis, alibis...