Lirik Lagu Friday's Tye-dye Nightmare - Carole King
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In Friday's tie-dye nightmareI was trying to get from here to thereWalking to, passing through people everywhereI got on at my station, running through the fireLooking for an elevation that would get me a little higher
News of people dying, someone lying on the stairCrying for the nation, can we offer up a prayerThere'll be a coronation, a fancy dress affairWe'll be lined up in formation, but we won't be going anywhere
Down the hellhole, trying to make my wayI couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delayThe man was apologetic as he turned his head to saySorry, kid, you're not gonna make it home todayHey mister, why'd you take my ticket awayEven more to the point, how come I let youI could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to stayI wish I knew a way I could forget you
I didn't read the fine print, y'gotta be on the ballSome days I'm less confident, up against a wallI wonder where my mind went, I should have made the callI like to think I'm innocent, but then, don't we all
I got to the next location, hoping for the bestBut another situation put me to the testA man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red vestHad fallen on the track and no one even got depressedOr even guessed he wasn't putting on an actSomeone said he'd drunk too much'Cause he was lying on his backIt was also duly noted that he happened to be blackThere was a serious lack of anything right at all here
What's the difference--I didn't stopThe very least I could have done was call a copBut I passed the news vendor, pursuing my agendaAnd I like everyone else, I dropped the ball here
Still trying to get home, I saw a telephoneAnd put some coins I had foundThey were supposed to work, they did for the man beside meBut when I dropped them in, they wouldn't go down
What is going on hereWill I ever know the truthHow d
News of people dying, someone lying on the stairCrying for the nation, can we offer up a prayerThere'll be a coronation, a fancy dress affairWe'll be lined up in formation, but we won't be going anywhere
Down the hellhole, trying to make my wayI couldn't get where I wanted, due to an unforeseen delayThe man was apologetic as he turned his head to saySorry, kid, you're not gonna make it home todayHey mister, why'd you take my ticket awayEven more to the point, how come I let youI could blame it all on you, or make up my mind to stayI wish I knew a way I could forget you
I didn't read the fine print, y'gotta be on the ballSome days I'm less confident, up against a wallI wonder where my mind went, I should have made the callI like to think I'm innocent, but then, don't we all
I got to the next location, hoping for the bestBut another situation put me to the testA man in black pants, a white shirt, and a red vestHad fallen on the track and no one even got depressedOr even guessed he wasn't putting on an actSomeone said he'd drunk too much'Cause he was lying on his backIt was also duly noted that he happened to be blackThere was a serious lack of anything right at all here
What's the difference--I didn't stopThe very least I could have done was call a copBut I passed the news vendor, pursuing my agendaAnd I like everyone else, I dropped the ball here
Still trying to get home, I saw a telephoneAnd put some coins I had foundThey were supposed to work, they did for the man beside meBut when I dropped them in, they wouldn't go down
What is going on hereWill I ever know the truthHow d
