She went away, she cut me like a knife / Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life / In just a glance, down here on magic street / Loves a fool’s dance and I ain’t got much sense, but I still got my feet / The girls in their summer clothes / In […]

You got to move / You got to move / You got to move, child / You got to move / But when the Lord / Gets ready / You got to move (Mississippi Fred McDowell)

— · — Well, I drove all the way to Monterey for my time tonight / If your name don’t remain with me that’ll be just fine / Oh whiskey, whiskey, how you used to make me feel / I drive this fast car but you’ve got the wheel (Cera Impala)