An ox (plural oxen), also known as a bullock in Australia, New Zealand and India, is a bovine trained as a draft animal. Oxen are commonly castrated adult male cattle; castration makes the animals more tractable. Cows (adult females) or bulls (intact males) may also be used in some areas.
Oxen are used for plowing, for transport (pulling carts, hauling wagons and even riding), for threshing grain by trampling, and for powering machines that grind grain or supply irrigation among other purposes. Oxen may be also used to skid logs in forests, particularly in low-impact, select-cut logging.
Oxen are usually yoked in pairs. Light work such as carting household items on good roads might require just one pair, while for heavier work, further pairs would be added as necessary. A team used for a heavy load over difficult ground might exceed nine or ten pairs.
Working oxen are taught to respond to the signals of the teamster, bullocky or ox-driver. These signals are given by verbal command and body language, reinforced by a goad, whip or a long pole (which also serves as a measure of length: see rod). In pre-industrial times, most teamsters were known for their loud voices and forthright language.
Henry Jaynes Fonda (May 16, 1905 – August 12, 1982) was an American film and stage actor.
Fonda made his mark early as a Broadway actor. He also appeared in 1938 in plays performed in White Plains, New York, with Joan Tompkins. He made his Hollywood debut in 1935, and his career gained momentum after his Academy Award-nominated performance as Tom Joad in The Grapes of Wrath, a 1940 adaptation of John Steinbeck's novel about an Oklahoma family who moved west during the Dust Bowl. Throughout six decades in Hollywood, Fonda cultivated a strong, appealing screen image in such classics as The Ox-Bow Incident, Mister Roberts and 12 Angry Men. Later, Fonda moved both toward darker epics as Sergio Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West and lighter roles in family comedies like Yours, Mine and Ours with Lucille Ball.
Fonda was the patriarch of a family of famous actors, including daughter Jane Fonda, son Peter Fonda, granddaughter Bridget Fonda, and grandson Troy Garity. His family and close friends called him "Hank". In 1999, he was named the sixth-Greatest Male Star of All Time by the American Film Institute.
Plot
When Charlie Hall encounters an eccentric older woman named Avis Dauphin her life is turned upside down. Avis is convinced that Charlie is an alien life form sent to Earth to record a pivotal event in Human history. Is Avis crazy or does she speak the truth? If so, what is Charlie here on Earth to record?
Keywords: alien, american-film-institute, conspiracy, feces, historical-event
What if you were here for a reason?
Plot
Hong Kong's answer to George Romero's Dawn Of The Dead. A soft drink tainted with bio-chemicals has the power to turn people into flesh-eating zombies. A man drinks from the bottle, and wanders into the night. As two young VCD sellers (Woody Invincible and Crazy Bee) from a local mall are returning to the mall with their bosses' car, they hit the man. Unsure of what to do, they bring the man back to the mall with them. The mall closes, and soon there are zombies everywhere! A small group of mall employees must bond together to try and fight their way out.
Keywords: arcade-game, arm-cut-off, bare-chested-male, bathroom, beauty-parlor, biological-weapon, birthday, bitten-in-the-neck, black-comedy, blood
Plot
Lucy's life consists of constant loneliness that is until she saves Peter's life. Now she is a part of his family, and with a strong heart and fate on her side, others begin to realize what a terrific person she is, especially Jack, Peter's brother. An extraordinarily true-to-life sequence of events begin to take place as Lucy and Jack become closer and learn more about each other and themselves than one would ever expect from such coincidental, yet believable events.
Keywords: accident, actor-shares-first-name-with-character, almost-hit-by-a-train, amnesia, answering-machine-message, apartment, begins-with-narration, blood-donor, breast-implant, broken-window
A story about love at second sight.
Elsie: I don't drink anymore... I don't drink any less, either!
Elsie: I like Mass better in Latin. It's nicer when you don't know what they're saying.
Jerry: You're born into a family. You do not join them like you do the Marines.
Ashley: Peter Callahan is engaged to me. I object to this wedding!::Priest: Get in line.::Ashley's husband: And I object to your objection.::Mary Callaghan: Who's that?::Peter: Ashley's husband.::Midge Callaghan: You proposed to a married woman?::Peter: Yes. And I'm in a coma when my brother makes a play for my- sort of my fiancée
Joe Jr.: O.K., Lucy, it's either me or him!::Lucy: Him.::Joe Jr.: You don't have to answer right away.
Lucy: I'm having an affair. I like Jack.::Jerry: Who's Jack?::Lucy: Peter's brother.::Jerry: So?::Lucy: So he thinks I'm engaged.::Jerry: To who?::Lucy: To Peter.::Jerry: Lucy, I really don't have time for this.::Lucy: No, you have to tell me what to do.::Jerry: Tell the truth.::Lucy: If I tell Jack I lied to his family he will *never* speak to me again. And Ox and Midge and Mary and Saul.::Jerry: Saul? Who's Saul?::Lucy: The next door neighbor. But you know what? Actually, he knows.::Jerry: Lucy, you are born into a family. You do not join them like you do the marines.::Lucy: So what should I do?::Jerry: Pull the plug.::Lucy: You're sick.::Jerry: I'm sick? You're cheating on a vegetable.
Jerry: So what's the big deal?::Lucy: What's the big deal? Jerry, they think I'm their future daughter in law. And the grandma has got this heart thing and if I tell them the truth, she's gonna have a heart attack and die and it's gonna be on my head.::Jerry: Well, go along with it and when Peter comes out of the coma the family'll be so happy they won't care that you lied to them. They'll probably even thank you for it.::Lucy: [to hot dog vendor] *Just* Mustard. [to Jerry] Ok, what if he *doesn't* come out of his coma?::Jerry: Then who's to know?::Lucy: [groans]::Jerry: Listen, Lucy, when I told my mother I was getting married to my wife, her intestines exploded. You tell them the truth now, you may as well shoot grandma.
Ox Callahan: Jesus Christ, Jack, you're running the business.::Jack: That's something I'd like to talk to you about.::Midge Callaghan: Talk about that later ok?::Mary Callaghan: Talk about it now, he can't kill you in church.
Jack: I guess I don't remember meeting you.::Lucy: Well, that's probably because we've never met.::Jack: That could have something to do with it.
Lucy: Oh, and I'm *very* sorry about your carpet.::Peter: What about my carpet?
Plot
This war's in your own backyard. Violent warfare erupts in Northern California when Vietnam vet Deacon Porter reassembles his Combat Strike Force to avenge the death of a commanding officer.
Keywords: bar, biker, biker-gang, booby-trap, california, car-accident, compound, corruption, death-of-friend, drug-dealer
This war's in your own backyard.
A movie not to be missed by all lovers of fast and furious action packed adventure films!
"We Tear Towns Apart"
Plot
Thanks to a run of bad luck and go-nowhere jobs, John convinces Russell to join the army so they can get in shape, likening it to a health spa. Once in boot camp, wiseguy John tangles with his by-the-book Sgt. and becomes the unofficial leader for his platoon, made up mostly of other misfits and assorted losers. After somehow making it through graduation, they are given a special assignment but, thanks to John's romantic interest in a pretty MPO, the other men wind up behind the Iron Curtain until John, Russell, their dates and Sgt. Hulka make a daring rescue attempt in explosive style.
Keywords: absent-without-leave, airplane, american-soldier, armored-car, army, army-base, army-general, army-life, army-spoof, army-training
The story of a man who wanted to keep the world safe for democracy...and meet girls
[Winger's girlfriend is leaving him]::John Winger: You can't go! All the plants are gonna *die*!
John Winger: Ma'am, I'm sure there are a lot of ways I've gone that you haven't.
John Winger: My philosophy: a hundred-dollar shine on a three-dollar pair of shoes.
John Winger: Oh, it's not the speed really so much, I just wish I hadn't drunk all that cough syrup this morning.
[after a shoe shine]::John Winger: I don't think I've ever been this happy.
[after stumbling on the sidewalk]::Captain Stillman: Have that removed.
John Winger: Cut it out! Cut it out! Cut it out! The hell's the matter with you? Stupid! We're all very different people. We're not Watusi. We're not Spartans. We're Americans, with a capital 'A', huh? You know what that means? Do ya? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We're the underdog. We're mutts! Here's proof: his nose is cold! But there's no animal that's more faithful, that's more loyal, more loveable than the mutt. Who saw "Old Yeller?" Who cried when Old Yeller got shot at the end? [raises his hand] *sarcastically* Nobody cried when Old Yeller got shot? I'm sure. [hands are reluctantly raised] I cried my eyes out. So we're all dogfaces, we're all very, very different, but there is one thing that we all have in common: we were all stupid enough to enlist in the Army. We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers. But we're American soldiers! We've been kicking ass for 200 years! We're 10 and 1! Now we don't have to worry about whether or not we practiced. We don't have to worry about whether Captain Stillman wants to have us hung. All we have to do is to be the great American fighting soldier that is inside each one of us. Now do what I do, and say what I say. And make me proud.
Dewey Oxburger: [as he gets off the bus at camp, to Capt. Stillman] How's it going, Eisenhower?
John Winger: [to the soldiers in his platoon] We're soldiers; but we're American soldiers. We've been kickin' ass for 200 years. We're 10 and 1.
Russell Ziskey: John, do you think I'm officer material?::John Winger: God, I'm worried about you.::Russell Ziskey: Come on! I'm in good shape, I'm walking tall, I'm looking good. First weekend in Europe.::John Winger: Yeah. We're spending it in an airplane hangar... guarding a truck!::Russell Ziskey: We've got each other.
In SURROUND SOUND... Hear the sound of HEAT!
Ask any buddy.
The Stranger... The Foreman... The Husband... The Father... The Son...
Plot
Private Eyes revolves the characters in a private detective agency headed by Wong Yuk-See (Michael Hui) with two employees, a stuttered, easily bullied Pighead (Ricky Hui) and secretary/receptionist, Jacky (Angie Chiu). The agency was soon joined by an out-of-work bottling plant employee Lee Kwok-Kit (Sam Hui). Among them, they took on various cases, mostly involving adulterous men and women. Comedic adventures occurred when Wong and Lee carried out these investigations. In the movie's finale, the two were trying to capture a blackmailer to a local theater and it ties several earlier sketches together.
Keywords: cantonese, detective, spoof
(Laughter)
YEAH! This how you suppose to spit.
(N/A to fast)
Nobody out there playin the position I play.
Yall never see the best stick to the game.
I rock all corners to get it while I play through pane.
People on the sidelines see you sayin shit.
Ant no need to expand on that.
Just body the beast and then take a stand on tracks (Yeah).
you talk about me like boy he that dude.
Breathe on him till he melt like wax (Ooo).
This mutha fucka on some body like quick shit.
Musta got something he spitin that sick shit.
Cant induce vomit and I'm flushin with lquid.
I'm inside a system its over you dead bitch.
Breathe easy when you see that boy.
I'ma last till you see that boy.
You understand me.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
(Laughter)
I'll give you the rundown on what you cant get.
I rock body and style that yall cant spit.
I push you on my left like you take six.
It's my turn to get down and I'ma straight shit.
Well any body that try to take it from the boss go a head and get in line I'ma serve you a loss or maybe I can let it ride buddy but it costs and god better caution you life not to get tossed in the fury the leviathan settin you right man.
The boss on the move baby we sit and rise man.
Settin the fires man
And burn the mutha fucka down and still be on stage smokein the wise man.
So grab pliers and crates mutha fucka till it break I'ma shine on dudes until I find a man.
Till I rewind it and take it from the top so much the button break and they cant make it rewind again.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
(Laughter)
YEAH! This how you suppose to spit.
(N/A to fast)
Nobody out there playin the position I play.
Yall never see the best stick to the game.
I rock all corners to get it while I play through pane.
People on the sidelines see you sayin shit.
Ant no need to expand on that.
Just body the beast and then take a stand on tracks (Yeah).
you talk about me like boy he that dude.
Breathe on him till he melt like wax (Ooo).
This mutha fucka on some body like quick shit.
Musta got something he spitin that sick shit.
Cant induce vomit and I'm flushin with lquid.
I'm inside a system its over you dead bitch.
Breathe easy when you see that boy.
I'ma last till you see that boy.
You understand me.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
We gonna body that.
Yeah.
Body that.
i got an old turntable and a radio
american union made
i got a worn out gibson she's wailing and mean
from michigan usa
i been around out ridin the greyhounds down
man i been everywhere
i seen a whole lot of trouble when the night come down
more than a man can bear
in a camaro riding the shotgun
down sunset boulevard
now the cops can't catch it so why should i care
run the motherfuckers down
i'm gonna tear up these mexican highways
in a hotrod so glorybound
in a camaro riding the shotgun like it was 1979
in a stolen car
rockin and a-rollin
breaking down hard man i got soul
if you got the money girl we can go far
in a stolen car
if you got the balls girl we can go far
sweet anna lee
dont disbelieve,
your paddycake charm, my bended knee.
you see right through my doggone ways
if you had the chance
you could hear me say:
can i pick you up?
can i drive you round?
can i call you names?
like sugar cane.
if i had my way,
you'd always stay
my sugar cane.
i'll take you down by the factory
your spinning wheels,
the chokes on me.
you've come a long, way your a model T
if i had the chance
you'd near me plead:
gonna pick you up
gonna drive you round
gonna call you names
like sugar cane.
if i had my way,
you'd always stay
Eine neue Jagd beginnt
Auf der Suche nach dem Ball
Der Suche nach dem Ball
Doch ich kann ihn nicht finden
Da kommt der Mann auf schnellen Beinen
Der Ball halbhoch, das kratzt mich kaum
Ich bin der OX
Und kenn keine Gnade
Die Sekunden vergehn, nichts passiert
Nichts ist geschehen und es hat vibriert
In den Sehnen meines Beins
In den Kehlen meiner Knie
Meiner Knie, meiner....
Wieder mal ein Bein zergrätscht
Wieder mal ein Bein zergrätscht
Die Sekunden vergehn, nichts passiert
Ich habe Wunden aufgegrätscht, zermalmt alle Knochen
Oft gegätscht und immer getroffen
i been on main street
i been on every street,
i been high but i been low more.
ain't got no angles left,
with my heartstrings dangling down
i'm coming round to letting go.
in a jet plane, from LA
for a centerfold so way out
shining idaho.
got the balls to take my money and get a real playboy bunny
up in idaho, miss idaho.
sick of foo yung and moo yoo guy pan
restaurants, laundramats,
i'm on pawn.
city lights shining, them uptown girls look so fine
i'm gonna ride all night...
on a jet plane, from LA
for a centerfold so way out,
shining idaho.
got the balls to take my money and get a real playboy bunny
up in idaho, miss idaho.
gonna ride all night,
gonna ride all night, gonna ride all night...
in a jet plane, from LA
for a centerfold so way out,
shining idaho.
got the balls to take my money and get a real playboy bunny
We gotta get it up!
[HOOK:]
Let's go, let's go y'all! Let's go, let's go, let's go y'all!
If y'all ready to ride.
If y'all ready to fly.
If y'all ready to live.
If y'all ready to (c'mon) die.
Let's go, let's go y'all! Let's go, let's go, let's go y'all!
If y'all ready to move.
If y'all ready to fool.
If y'all ready to win.
If y'all ready to lose.
Let's go let's go y'all let's go let's go let's go y'all!
[VERSE 1:]
The dude is back.
Live to kill it with a squad, so the movement back.
Baby the music back and you got a court side seat
To get it straight from the source. How cool is that?
So you can hate, but the truth is that
You fucking with the best and we coming with the new shit black.
I need to know how y'all feeling.
I need to know if y'all willing.
So raise it up to the ceiling.
And get it going... We gotta get it up.
[HOOK]
[VERSE 2:]
The mission is to kill it man.
For the love, respect, and dividends.
For the squad, the game, and Benjamin's.
For the soul, the art, and to get it in.
And believe I got to get it in.
That's why I'm out on the push with no limit, man.
That's why I'm out on the move with no gimmick, man.
That's why I'm dying to stop but can't quit it, man.
I'm strung out on this shit I can't kick it, man.
I mean for real dawg, I can't quit, man.
[HOOK]
[VERSE 1]
Let's go, let's go y'all! Let's go, let's go, let's go y'all!
If y'all ready to live.
If y'all ready to die.
mother told me, yes, she told me i'd meet girls like you
she also told me, stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch
just the other day i heard a soldier falling off some indonesian junk that's going round.
mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird
surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.
father says, your mother's right, she's really up on things
before we married, mother served in the WACS in the philippines.
now, i had heard the WACS recruited old maids for the war
but mother isn't one of those, i've known her all these years.
mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
surrender, surrender, but don't give yourself away.
whatever happened to all the season's losers of the year?
whenever i come to thinking about them, and where'd they disappear to?
i come home and mom and dad are rolling on the couch,
rolling numbers, rock and rolling, they got my Kiss records on.
mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird.
oh abraham say what you doin' here in st. john's
did you sink all of your money into that car
hey amsterdam, say that's your dogs name is it not
and how's the weather back in vancouver
do they still lose all the games
oh abraham say where's that martin that you once had
and the pretty girlfriend from alberta
what was her name
hey abraham can you still do the snow man
they still call you slowhand man and
you still got the trans am
that pontiac trans am
no penny for you
i left mine out at the airport
now i have no money got no honey, no
oh abraham say let's go boozing out on water
kiss the cod and find a softy girl to play
you still got your health man though your shit seems in the fan and
man that trans am sure had jetsam
tell me you still got that car
or was it grand am
silver trans am, or was it cherry red or gold instead
you say it's tan and blue
and with an 8-track too
a pontiac phoenix topped hotrod
born in the usa
raised at the pineview mall, sacramento, california
it's so far away man.
she's got dirt underneath her nails
from scratching out the salt of the doritos bags,
on her knees and her hands every day.
cause she's a cocaine sucker.
the girl is down and out she's a 747 away from the usa
she's down and out and come down,
to going down.
she's down and out and come down,
to going down.
she's on her own now
she's out in the cold now,
on crack cocaine,
ain't no big jet plane to carry her away,
she's gone to stay now.
the girl is down and out she's a 747 away from the usa
she's down and out and come down,
to going down.
the sea is so empty
october, the tourists have gone
the street is
a windy town
i can't help but think of you far away weaving
all alone
are you sleeping alone tonight
streetcars and boston trains
heading for new york and maine
the maples are turning now
the sweet of a midwinters rain caught you weaving
all alone
i got an old turntable and a radio
american union made
i got a worn out gibson she's wailing and mean
from michigan usa
i been around out ridin the greyhounds down
man i been everywhere
i seen a whole lot of trouble when the night come down
more than a man can bear
in a camaro riding the shotgun
down sunset boulevard
now the cops can't catch it so why should i care
run the motherfuckers down
i'm gonna tear up these mexican highways
in a hotrod so glorybound
in a camaro riding the shotgun like it was 1979
in a stolen car
rockin and a-rollin
breaking down hard man i got soul
if you got the money girl we can go far
in a stolen car
if you got the balls girl we can go far
in a stolen car
i been on main street
i been on every street,
i been high but i been low more.
ain't got no angles left,
with my heartstrings dangling down
i'm coming round to letting go.
in a jet plane, from LA
for a centerfold so way out
shining idaho.
got the balls to take my money and get a real playboy bunny
up in idaho, miss idaho.
sick of foo yung and moo yoo guy pan
restaurants, laundramats,
i'm on pawn.
city lights shining, them uptown girls look so fine
i'm gonna ride all night...
on a jet plane, from LA
for a centerfold so way out,
shining idaho.
got the balls to take my money and get a real playboy bunny
up in idaho, miss idaho.
gonna ride all night,
gonna ride all night, gonna ride all night...
in a jet plane, from LA
for a centerfold so way out,
shining idaho.
got the balls to take my money and get a real playboy bunny
up in idaho, miss idaho.
We gotta get it up!
[HOOK:]
Let's go, let's go y'all! Let's go, let's go, let's go y'all!
If y'all ready to ride.
If y'all ready to fly.
If y'all ready to live.
If y'all ready to (c'mon) die.
Let's go, let's go y'all! Let's go, let's go, let's go y'all!
If y'all ready to move.
If y'all ready to fool.
If y'all ready to win.
If y'all ready to lose.
Let's go let's go y'all let's go let's go let's go y'all!
[VERSE 1:]
The dude is back.
Live to kill it with a squad, so the movement back.
Baby the music back and you got a court side seat
To get it straight from the source. How cool is that?
So you can hate, but the truth is that
You fucking with the best and we coming with the new shit black.
I need to know how y'all feeling.
I need to know if y'all willing.
So raise it up to the ceiling.
And get it going... We gotta get it up.
[HOOK]
[VERSE 2:]
The mission is to kill it man.
For the love, respect, and dividends.
For the squad, the game, and Benjamin's.
For the soul, the art, and to get it in.
And believe I got to get it in.
That's why I'm out on the push with no limit, man.
That's why I'm out on the move with no gimmick, man.
That's why I'm dying to stop but can't quit it, man.
I'm strung out on this shit I can't kick it, man.
I mean for real dawg, I can't quit, man.
[HOOK]
[VERSE 1]
Let's go, let's go y'all! Let's go, let's go, let's go y'all!
If y'all ready to live.
If y'all ready to die.
We gotta get it up!
[Curren$y]
Big TV nigga, big ass remote
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Understand you dealing with the real deal here
Please have a nigga shit laid when I land
Outside baggage claim four Mecerdes Benz sedans
Two for them bitches, two for me and my mans
Behind curtains and glass with gas in my hand
Six million dollar man with plans to expand
Ted Dibiase with my pothead posse
Jet life all day, money green monopoly
I'm high doing my thing, I am not asleep
I'm right in my pocket, low rider keys
I'm right in my pocket rubber band 10 G's
Upper deck in the stadium, champaign taking the game man
A couple my homies is playing I ain't about to name them
Mobsters move like we don't have vocal pipes
All of that speak and sing is saying
Got alot of Gs like the keys and keys thrown away
No way shape or form could we stop making this
Cake, I'm in the kitchen with a bakers mit
Writing these drugs
You ain't know your plug had a plug
Right by me whole time you ain't know who it was
Hi, dawg
High like buzz
Swoop your momma up death from above
Cause I'm killing her with the game
Circles around her brain
She caught up in the wings
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Understand you dealing with the real deal here
Please have a nigga shit laid when I land
Outside baggage claim four Mecerdes Benz sedans
Two for them bitches, two for me and my mans
Behind curtains of the glass with gas in my hand
Six million dollar man with plans to expand
Ted Dibiase with my pothead posse
Jet life all day, money green monopoly
I'm high doing my thing, I am not asleep
I'm right in my pocket, low rider keys
I'm right in my pocket rubber band 10 G's
Upper deck in the stadium, champaign taking the game man
A couple my homies is playing I ain't about to name them
Mobsters move like we aint got,
The world was undone.
We were beasts running rampant.
Our lust was in our mouths with the law to justify its
purpose.
We had our own ideas of what righteous was and we staged
it all of our minds
It was dishonest and a little bit cheap, but it made the
way for our war anthems.
Our love was weaker, so we drew from our hate.
It's all we had.
We could fight our foes if we became the beasts that we
claimed to slay.
Ignore the strings.
We had created a new law, and no one forced our hands.
You were replaced by our needs.
We bought our righteousness with what we had refused.
Like all laws...
Fail or flee.
I failed the law.
carolinah do your lips still taste like strawberry wine
summer air and chamomile
when you pass by do the stars still stop and look in your eyes
i know just how they must feel
and in the morning do you still rise like a flower child
and shake the nightime from your hair
in the twilight hours you get up and take a morning shower
and i'd give anything to be there
carolinah
let's get higher, hold my hand
understand, i never had a love i could call my own
carolinah
close your eyes and remember starlight skies
did your boyfriend leave you alone
and in the morning do you still rise like a flower child
and shake the nightime from your long dark hair
would it be all right to call on you some summer night
say the word and I'll be there
and hold my hand
cause i never had a love i could call my own