Your eyes, they did flutter again And my mouth, it did hang wide When you told me every little thing is going to be alright But we were younger then And now, we're not And if there was a plan made Then we forgot about it And if there was time I could figure it out now But life is short And I don't care for most of it I don't care for most of it Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Well, I know I'm hard to take And my bones are calling out your name While I beat your cold windows Break the locks on the gate While I try to forget I used to be something great Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want Because you're all that I, all that I want

Van dyke parks Orange crate art was a place to start Orange crate art was a world apart Home for two with view of sonoma Where there's aroma and heart Memories of her orange crate art Orange crate table and a rockin' chair Barnyard gate waiting some repair Trust in fate and sweet inspiration You could go bust to replace Just what is here by the case Hear the lonesome locomotion roar Hobo hop on if you dare And it rolls where grapes of wrath are stored Stops on a bracero's prayer On the dawn of a vintage cruise Calms the wine of this rendezvous Room for two in view of sonoma Back when ramona had heart Memories of her orange crate art Room for two in view of sonoma Back when ramona had heart Memories of her orange crate art

Since you came here uninvited We all knew you'd be delighted This is not the time or place to hedge No one here would be so bold to But since you've asked and no one's told you Let us take you to the cutting edge I can process words, accounting too And my pixel screen displays for you Computer graphics locked into your memory (Memory, memory) With fiber optics cast in plastic For natural sights and sounds fantastic Just reach out and talk to your dear old Uncle Emery More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Let me tell you what it's for Here's the printout with the score Get yourself together on the edge Ooh-wa, ooh (Bah, bah, bah) You want to go to old Rio De Janeiro, my dear? You want to join in any Club Paradise? You'd really rather stay at home where the picture is clear You get it on the stereo, and you don't even have to go More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Any time or place you wish You might meet up with some dish Pull yourself together on the edge If you want a lean machine to whip you up some mean cuisine I'm on the scene, totally automatic Hey, I can bake your biscuits too Pop some dough boy out for you I'm micro solid-state and that's no static More! More! More! Everything you wanted and more More! More! More! Where the bytes and chips may fall You just have yourself a ball It's all hyperactive on the edge From LEDs to CRTs Woofers, tweeters, antenna trees An ultra-nylon life of ease Everything you dreamed of on the edge And more!

That's the tape that we made, But I'm sad to say it never made the grade. That was me, third guitar; I wonder where the others are. I sold the guitar today... I never did play much anyway. Vine Street. We used to live there on Vine Street. She made perfume in the back of the room And me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop And we'd play for her the songs she liked best To have us play, on Vine Street. Vine Street, the crack of the backbeat on Vinestreet. Swingin' along on the wings of a song And I'll lie in, secure, self-righteous, and sure Why we've things to say that the people Would pay to hear us play, on Vine Street.

By Palm Desert To market to buy. Tenderfoot up to date Palms of the real estate. By Palm Desert Springs often run dry. I came west unto Hollywood, Never-never land. Juxtaposed to B.B.D. and O. Beyond San Fernando On hillside manors On the banks of toxicity Those below and those above the same. Dreams are still born In Hollywood I don't understand. Just suppose the youngster knows He's had a good deal of fortune And up through the babble On the fair banks complicity, Buy your leave or stay beyond the game. Palm Desert Not fade away. Palm Desert I wish I could stay. Palm Desert Sages abound. So head your head To the ground round. Meanwhile in the wild west Of Hollywood age is losing hold. Inasmuch as you are touched To have withstood By the very old search For the truth within The bounds of toxicity. Left unsung So I have strung the frame.