Movers And Shakers Lyrics & Chords By Pamela Connolly

The boy stood in the burning slum Better times had to come Fate lay in the hands that clap The muscles that move and the power that raps He went up on money street Waving...read more

Sit behind your desk in a little blue chair Last week it was red guess you got tired of that Stare out the window at the rest of the world Used to be your world guess you got...read more

The sound of the streetsweeper's a noise i used to hear back when i was unemployed on and on and off again like a slave when to stop and where to begin beatin' up my bones for...read more

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreans. Wandering by lone sea breakers And sitting by desolate streams. We are the story-writers. We are the tellers of themes. ...read more