Chill Out
I'm giving unease to anyone I meet.
My generosity can never run out,
because I give a gift from what's within myself.
No hope at all.
Take nothing from nothing and you'll have nothing left.
I can't recall.
I can't recall a moment in my life when life was at it's best.
Everyone avoids my stare and no one cares to ever dare
to look into the eyes of what they most fear.
And they're taught to fear, to fear no evil.
And they know no fear, they've learned to love themselves.
No
Brighton Rock
Words and music by Brian May
Happy little day Jimmy went away
Met his little Jenny on a public holiday
A happy pair they made so decorously laid
'Neath the gay illuminations all along the promenade
It's so good to know there's still a little magic in the air
I'll weave my spell
Jenny will you stay tarry with me pray
Nothing 'ere need come between us
Tell me love what do you say?
Oh no I must away to my mum in disarray
If my mother should discover how I spent my holiday
It would be of small avail to talk of magic in the air
I'll say farewell
Oh rock of ages do not crumble
Love is breathing still
Oh lady moon shine down
A little people magic if you will
Jenny pines away writes a letter ev'ry day
We must ever be together
Nothing can my love erase
Oh no I'm compromised
I must apologize if my lady should discover
How I spent my holidays