Groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn’t get away too soon
I can’t imagine anything that’s better
The world is ours whenever we’re together
There ain’t a place I’d like to be instead of
Movin’ down a crowded avenue
Doin’ anything we like to do
There’s always lots of things that we can see
You can be anyone we like to be
All those happy people we could meet
Just groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn’t get away too soon
No, no, no, no
We’ll keep on spending sunny days this way
We’re gonna talk and laugh our time away
I feel it coming closer day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly
Groovin’ on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn’t get away too soon
No, no, no, no
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird, fly
Blackbird, fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird, fly
Blackbird, fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll We ducked inside the doorway as thunder went crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees of the unarmed road of flight An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Even though a cloud’s white curtain In a far-off corner flashed An’ the hypnotic splattered mist Was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
Frankie Lee and Judas Priest They were the best of friends So when Frankie Lee needed money one day Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens placed them on a footstool Just above the plotted plain Sayin’, “Take your pick, Frankie Boy My loss will be your gain”
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down Put his fingers to his chin With the cold eyes of Judas on him His head began to spin “Could ya please not stare at me like that, ” he said “It’s just my foolish pride But sometimes a man must be alone And this is no place to hide”
Well, Judas, he just winked and said “All right, I’ll leave you here But you’d better hurry up and choose Which of those bills you want, before they all disappear” “I’m gonna start my pickin’ right now Just tell me where you’ll be” Judas pointed down the road And said, “Eternity” “Eternity?”, said Frankie Lee With a voice as cold as ice “That’s right”, said Judas, “Eternity Though you might call it ‘Paradise'” “I don’t call it anything” Said Frankie Lee with a smile “All right”, said Judas Priest “I’ll see you after a while”
Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down Feelin’ low and mean When just then a passing stranger Burst upon the scene Saying, “Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler Whose father’s deceased? Well, if you are, there’s a fellow callin’ you, down the road And they say his name is Priest” “Oh, yes, he is my friend” Said Frankie Lee in fright “I do recall him very well In fact, he just left my sight” “Yes, that’s the one, ” said the stranger As quiet as a mouse “Oh, my message is, he’s down the road Stranded in a house”
Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked He dropped everything and ran Until he came on to the spot Where Judas Priest did stand “What kind of house is this, ” he said “Where I have come to roam?” “It’s not a house”, says Judas Priest “It’s not a house, it’s a home”
Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled He soon lost all control Over everything which he had made While the mission bells did toll He just stood there staring At that big house as bright as any sun With four and twenty windows And a woman’s face in every one
Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee With a soulful, bounding leap And foaming at the mouth He began to make his midnight creep For sixteen nights and days he raved But on the seventeenth he burst Into the arms of Judas Priest Which is where he died of thirst
No one tried to say a thing When they carried him out in jest Except, of course, the little neighbor boy Who carried him to rest And he just walked along, alone With his guilt so well concealed And muttered underneath his breath “Nothing is revealed”
Well, the moral of the story The moral of this song Where one does not belong So when you see your neighbor carrying somethin’ Help him with his load And don’t go mistakig Paradise For that home across the road
As I went out one morning To breathe the air around Tom Paine’s I spied the fairest damsel That ever did walk in chains I offer’d her my hand She took me by the arm I knew that very instant She meant to do me harm
Depart from me this moment I told her with my voice Said she, but I don’t wish to Said I, But you have no choice I beg you, sir, she pleaded From the corners of her mouth I will secretly accept you And together we’ll fly south
Just then Tom Paine, himself Came running from across the field Shouting at this lovely girl And commanding her to yield And as she was letting go her grip Up Tom Paine did run I’m sorry, sir, he said to me I’m sorry for what she’s done
“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief “There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line know what any of it is worth”
“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke “There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”
All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl
