Jim Croce - Operator

Jim Croce - Operator

Operator, well could you help me place this call?
See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded
She's living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

Operator, could you help me place this call?
Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eyes, you know it happens every time
I think about a love that I thought would save me

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

Operator, let's forget about this call
You see there's no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time, ah, you've been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime

Isn't that the way they say it goes?
Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it
So I can call just to tell 'em I’m fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I’ve learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real
But that's not the way it feels

Teddybears featuring Annie - Yours to Keep

Teddybears featuring Annie - Yours to Keep

Won't you call my private number?
We can go away for the summer

Won't you call my private number?
We can go away for the summer

Well I hear that you wanna ditch me
But you know I'm not such a bad seed.

Won't you come on down to the freak show?
You can sit and watch as my hair grows.

Cause I'm yours to keep if you want to
Cause I'm yours to keep if you want to

Won't you call my private number?
We can go away for the summer

Cause I'm yours to keep if you want to
Cause I'm yours to keep
Cause I'm yours to keep if you want to
Cause I'm yours to keep

Cause I'm yours to keep if you want to

Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down

Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do do,
Do do do do do do do.

Suicide - Cheree

Suicide - Cheree

Cheree, Cheree
Oh, baby
Oh, baby
I love you

Cheree, Cheree
My comic book fantasy
Oh, I love you
Oh, baby

Cheree, Cheree
Shut the door, baby
Oh, I love you
Oh, come play with me

Oh, baby
Oh, baby
I love you
I love you, baby
Oh, I love you
Cheree, Cheree

Cheree, Cheree
My black leather lady
I love you
Oh, I love you