Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Barge , by - Denis Leary. Song from the album Lock 'N Load, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
Love Barge |
| Love… |
| Exciting and new |
| Come aboard |
| We’re expecting you |
| We’re expecting you |
| Love (love) |
| Love (love) |
| Life’s sweetest reward |
| But it floats |
| It floats back to you |
| It floats back to you |
| Love (love, love) |
| Love (love, love) |
| Love (love, love) |
| Love (love, love) |
| Love… |
| You know, the Gopher’s here… |
| Gavin Macleod’s here… |
| And the chick who did all that blow |
| Where are you? |
| Where are you? |
| Where are you? |
| Where are you? |
| Drum solo! |
| Fine! |
| Love… (love, love, love, love) |
| We got the bow, and the stern |
| We got the fore, and the aft… and the mast |
| We got the poop deck too |
| This ain’t the QE2 |
| Where are you? |
| Where are you? |
| Where are you? |
| Where are you? |
| Love… (love, love, love, love) |
| Think of the boat as a metaphor |
| Then again, maybe it is just a boat |
| Love… (love, love, love, love) |
| Looooove… (love, love, love, love) |
| «Welcome to side one of tape three, in our Puff Away Stop Smoking series. |
| Once again, you feel the urge for nicotine. |
| Relax. |
| Make yourself comfortable. |
| Think about nothing at all. |
| Accept the fact that you really want a cigarette. |
| Let your mind wander, down to the ocean. |
| Feel the cool evening breeze. |
| Listen to the soothing sound of the tide. |
| Coming in, going out. |
| Coming in, going out. |
| Relax. |
| Get your mind off the rich, full tobacco taste. |
| Taste me, taste me. |
| Come on, taste me. |
| Relax. |
| That’s it, that’s right. |
| (Puffs on cigarette.) I’ll bet you really want a cigarette. |
| Well go ahead, |
| have one. |
| Nobody’s stopping you. |
| Go ahead, light up. |
| Listen to the ocean. |
| Doesn’t it sound like a cigarette? |
| Inhaling, exhaling. |
| Inhaling, exhaling.» |
| «Lord of the dance. |
| Meister of the dance. |
| Fuehrer of the dance. |
| Asshole.» |
| «Bring me the Christ child. |
| Your mother’s in there with us, Karas.» |
| «Hey, Eddie-- that acid…» |
| «Jimi Hendrix?» |
| «Wow. |
| Take it to the limit one more time.» |