Go 'way from my window Leave at your own chosen speed I'm not the one you want, babe I'm not the one you need You s...

Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane i...

The night is bitter The stars have lost their glitter The winds grow colder And suddenly you're older And all because of the m...

I'm Lookin' Up From Somewhere Below The Atmosphere Is Warm And They've Got Plenty Of Coal Maybe Someone Above Can Hear ...

When the mellow moon begins to beam, Ev'ry night I dream a little dream, And of course Prince Charming is the theme, ...

Y'know, if you asked me abaht it, I'd have to say this: it's, kind of like a lwoong lwoong time from May to Decembah, whic...

I confess I am a recovering k. d. lang addict. Recovering, because I'm starting to think she's falling into her own cliches: the lit...