me And when I looked the Moon had turned to gold Blue moon Now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon Now
And when I looked the Moon had turned to gold Blue moon Now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon Now I'
all turned black and blue She's wasted years No time for tears Cause there's another chance and a someday soon Shining like the Alabama moon She's looking
be on me when they look up in the sky and see the neon C" Rhymes inscribed on a nickel disk encased in glass with an ion beam for longevity For more then
and through this spacious life speeding towards the light I travel a choosen sign the earth I change to mine on my metal moon-beam the planet mountain
, I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars The winding stream Moon shining down On some little town And with each beam
Blue, blue, blue shapes in red Cristals the space, stars fall to sleep Sun up-set, the moon melts down Breeze, breeze, breezes awake Plays with a beam
smoking on a dro philly Car pretty whole city down with it Mo millies competition oh really? So silly to think that you can flow with me Pink diamonds blue
to Valhalla. Breakfast with the gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty. Frozen flaking fish raw nerve in a cup of silver liquid fire. Moon jet brave beam
Valhalla. Breakfast with the gods. Night angels serve with ice-bound majesty. Frozen flaking fish raw nerve in a cup of silver liquid fire. Moon jet brave beam
Chorus: McGruff] Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu Harlem World baby and the LB crew Now we do, party to the sky turn blue Pollyin, yeah,
upon-something, Get me up and out of bed Put a volt right through my head To beyond You been down and out and blue Take no notice of the moon - shame
I passed a shadowy lane, and I thought about you. Two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream. Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam
bright day, Moon blue Moon blue, your beauty's seen by all, the yearning of your call Travels the world and then makes home my soul Moon blue, lift me
blood that flowed from the palms of his hands On the plow till earth Till I'm now Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Full moon of occasions
I passed a shadowy lane And I thought about you Two or three cars parked under the stars A winding stream Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam
a mantaray Deep beneath the blue waves I'll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound And construct a summer home Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon
