Listen to my bluebird laugh.
She can't tell you why.
Deep within her heart, you see,
She knows only crying.
Just crying.
There she sits, a lofty perch.
Strangest color blue.
Flying...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
I get up in the morning with a c***-a-doodle-do,
I get myself together if and when I chose.
I'm just buckin time, without a reason or ryme,
Oh what a wonderful way,
To spend a care...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Do I have to come right out and say it
Tell you that you look so fine
Do I have to come right out and ask you to be mine
If it was a game I could play it
Trying to make it but I'm...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Listen to my song
It isn't very long
You'll see before I'm gone
That everybody's wrong
Those of us who run
To catch a moment in the sun
Seem to find the when we're done
That we we...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Is my world not falling down
I'm in pieces on the ground
And my eyes aren't open
And I'm standing on my knees
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then I'...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
There's somethin' happenin' here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun, over there
Tellin' me I got to beware
(I think it's time we)
Stop, children, what's that ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
(Stephen Stills)
You ask me to read this letter
That you wrote the night before
And you really should know better
Now she's worth a whole lot more
Chorus:
Brother, you know you can...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
Now look what I've done
It seems that I own some
As all it turn back now to see that
In all of of my fat lines
Upstaging a climaxing dream, yeah
'Cause
*If it's all right
To be you...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
I don't tell no tales about no hot dusty roads
I'm a city boy and I stay at home
I make no excuses I just don't want to roam
And I don't like being alone
I give you loving and a p...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield
In the hour of not quite rain
When the fog was fingertip high
The moon hung suspended
In a singular sky
Deeply and beyond seeing
Not wishing to intrude
Bathed in it's own reflecti...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Buffalo Springfield