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Marlena under Foster Grants
She's undercover from the dawns advance That girl is travel-drained And the neon mercury vapor stained Miami sky It's red as meat It's a cheap pink rose Otis in the driver's seat Watches the street lights fade away On louvered blocks in green sea air In fluorescent fossil yards Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs Freckled hands are shuffling cards They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Otis empties out the trunk On the steps of that celebrated dump Sleazing by the sea Bow down to her royal travesty-- In her ballrooms heads of state-- In her bedrooms rented girls-- Always the grand parades of cellulite Jiggling to her golden pools Through flock and cupid colonnades They jiggle into surgery Hopefully beneath the blade They dream of golden beauty ... They've come for fun and sun While Muslims stick up Washington ... Marlena, white as stretcher sheet Watches it all from her 10th floor balcony Like it's her opera box All those Pagliacci summer frocks Otis is fiddling with the TV dial All he gets are cartoons and reruns She taps her glass with an emery file Watching three rings in the sun The golden dive, the fatted flake And sizzle in the mink oil It's all a dream She has awake Checked into Miami Royal Where they've come for fun and sun While Muslims hold up Washington ... Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on Dream on |
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| 2. |
| 6:47 |
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I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens It was the strings of my guitar Amelia it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines Is a song so wild & blue It scrambles time & seasons if it gets through to you Then your life becomes a travelogue Of picture post card charms Oh Amelia it was just a false alarm People'll tell you where they've gone They'll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you'll never really know Where some have found their paradise Other's just come to harm Oh Amelia it was just a false alarm I wish that he was here tonight It's so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt As the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation She was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending On beautiful foolish arms Amelia it was just a false alarm Maybe I've never really loved I guess that is the truth I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia it was just a false alarm I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel To shower off the dust And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747s Over geometric farms Dreams Amelia Dreams & false alarms |
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| 3. |
| 3:46 |
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It came to pass
Like lightening striking from above Electric flash Just like lightening striking from above Struck by precious love Precious, precious love So hopeless and so inspired Why do you dream flat tires When you dream flat tires? You dream flat tires With a jack and a spare you're there Trying to get to where love is Coming in on a wing and a prayer Trying to get to where love is 'Cause love is precious love You said it was precious When first you felt my fire Before you dreamed flat tires You dreamed flat tires You dream flat tires "Woman she bounce back easy But a man could break both his legs" Are you telling me that to tease me? Or just to hear me beg "Please don't go!" Cause I know that you love me But, when are you going to let love be Just a vague flirtation Or extra special company? 'Cause love is precious love Everybody knows it's precious When first they feel that fire Before they dream flat tires They dream flat tires They dream flat tires "Woman she bounce back easy But a man could break both his legs" Do you tell me that to tease me Or just to hear me beg "Please don't be cold" I know that you love me But, what are you going to let love do? (Flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires, love, love is precious, flat tires, love, love is precious) |
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| 4. |
| 5:39 |
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Although I speak in tongues
Of men and angels I'm just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love has no evil in mind If I had the gift of prophecy And all the knowledge And the faith to move the mountains Even if I understood all of the mysteries If I didn't have love I'd be nothing Love never looks for love Love's not puffed up Or envious Or touchy Because it rejoices in the truth Not in iniquity Love sees like a child sees As a child I spoke as a child I thought and I understood as a child But when I became a woman I put away childish things And began to see through a glass darkly Where as a child I saw it face to face Now I only know it in part Fractions in me Of faith and hope and love And of these great three Love's the greatest beauty Love Love Love |
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| 5:55 |
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I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me... I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band I'm going to camp out on the land I'm gonna try and get my soul free We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden Then can I walk beside you I have come here to lose the smog And I feel to be a cog in something turning Well maybe it is just the time of year Or maybe it's the time of man I don't know who l am But ya know life is for learning We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden By the time we got to Woodstock We were half a million strong And everywhere there was song and celebration And I dreamed I saw the bombers Riding shotgun in the sky And they were turning into butterflies Above our nation We are stardust We are golden And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden We are stardust Billion-year-old carbon We are golden Caught in the devil's bargain And we've got to get ourselves Back to the garden |
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| 6. |
| 7:10 |
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Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart The centre cannot hold And a blood dimmed tide Is loosed upon the world Nothing is sacred The ceremony sinks Innocence is drowned In anarchy The best lack conviction Given some time to think And the worst are full of passion Without mercy Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Hoping and hoping As if with my weak faith The spirit of this world Would heal and rise Vast are the shadows That straddle and strafe And struggle in the darkness Troubling my eyes Shaped like a lion It has the head of a man With a gaze as black And pitiless as the sun As it's moving its slow thigs Across the desert sands Through dark indignant Reeling falcons Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) Raging and raging It rises from the deep Opening its eyes After twenty centuries Vexed to a nightmare Out of a stony sleep By a rocking cradle By the Sea of Galilee Surely some revelation is at hand Surely it's the second coming And the wrath has finally taken form For what is this rough beast Its hour come at last Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born (Head of a man, shape of a lion) |
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| 7. |
| 5:21 |
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No tongue in the bell
And the fishwives yell But they might as well be mute So you get to keep the pictures That don't seem like much Cold white keys under your fingers Now you're thinking "That's no substitute It just don't do it Like the song of a warm warm body Loving your touch" In the court they carve your legend With an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement You're too raw They think you're too raw It's the judgement of the moon and stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what you'd like to have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In a bell jar Still a song You've got to shake your fists at lightning now You've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light like blazes All across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on you Show 'em you won't expire Not till you burn up every passion Not even when you die Come on now You've got to try If you're feeling contempt Well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent night Jesus well then you yell it Condemned to wires and hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And elephant ivories conceal |
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| 8. |
| 7:09 |
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Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--
Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind sees? Why have you soured and curdled me? Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? Once I was blessed; I was awaited like the rain Like eyes for the blind, like feet for the lame Kings heard my words, and they sought out my company But now the janitors of Shadowland flick their brooms at me Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? that you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) I've lost all taste for life I'm all complaints Tell me why do you starve the faithful? Why do you crucify the saints? And you let the wicked prosper You let their children frisk like deer And my loves are dead or dying, or they don't come near (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening God is correcting you) Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress Oh, these pompous physicians What carelessness! (Antagonists: Oh all this ranting all this wind Filling our ears with trash) Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury! They come blaming and shaming (Antagonists: Evil doer) And shattering me (Antagonists: This vain man wishes to seem wise A man born of asses) Oh you tireless watcher! What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: We don't despise your chastening) Already on a bed of sighs and screams, And still you torture me with visions You give me terrifying dreams! Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave. I see the diggers waiting, they're leaning on their spades. (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow Sure as the sparks ascend) Where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong? Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn? (Antagonists: Evil is sweet in your mouth Hiding under your tongue) Show your face! (Antagonists: What a long fall from grace) Help me understand! What is the reason for your heavy hand? (Antagonists: You're stumbling in shadows You have no name now) Was it the sins of my youth? What have I done to you? That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true? (Antagonists: Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly) Everything I dread and everything I fear come true (Antagonists: Man is the sire of sorrow) Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true |
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| 9. |
| 7:29 |
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I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Or seen you face to face Though tonight I can feel you here I get these notes On butterflies and lilac sprays From girls who just have to tell me They saw you somewhere In some office sits a poet And he trembles as he sings And he asks some guy To circulate his soul around On your mark red ribbon runner The caressing rev of motors Finely tuned like fancy women In thirties evening gowns Up the charts Off to the airport Your name's in the news Everything's first class The lights go down And it's just you up there Getting them to feel like that Remember the days when you used to sit And make up your tunes for love And pour your simple sorrow To the soundhole and your knee And now you're seen On giant screens And at parties for the press And for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation well who's to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter for them so I guess I seem ungrateful With my teeth sunk in the hand That brings me things I really can't give up just yet Now I sit up here the critic And they introduce some band But they seem so much confetti Looking at them on my TV set Oh the power and the glory Just when you're getting a taste for worship They start bringing out the hammers And the boards And the nails I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight |
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| 5:03 |
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Up in a sterilized room
Where they let you be lazy Knowing your attitude's all wrong And you got to change And that's not easy Dragon shining with all values known Dazzling you-keeping you from your own Where is the lion in you to defy him When you're this weak And this spacey... So what are you going to do about it You can't live life and you can't leave it Advice and religion-you can't take it You can't seem to believe it The peacock is afraid to parade You're under the thumb of the maid You really can't give love in this condition Still you know how you need it They open and close you Then they talk like they know you They don't know you They're friends and they're foes too Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu So why does it come as such a shock To know you really have no one Only a river of changing faces Looking for an ocean They trickle through your leaky plans Another dream over the dam And you're lying in some room Feeling like your right to be human Is going over too Well some are going to knock you And some'll try to clock you You know it's really hard To talk sense to you Trouble child Breaking like the waves at Malibu |
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| 3:56 |
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He is three
One's in the middle unmoved Waiting To show what he sees To the other two To the one attacking--so afraid And the one that keeps trying to love and trust And getting himself betrayed In the plan--oh The divine plan God must be a boogie man! One's so sweet So overly loving and gentle He lets people in To his innermost sacred temple Blind faith to care Blind rage to kill Why'd he let them talk him down To cheap work and cheap thrills In the plan--oh The insulting plan God must be a boogie man! Which would it be Mingus one or two or three Which one do you think he'd want the world to see Well, world opinion's not a lot of help When a man's only trying to find out How to feel about himself! In the plan-oh The cock-eyed plan God must be a boogie man! |
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| 5:09 |
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If there's one rule to this game
Everybody's gonna name It's, be cool! If you're worried or uncertain If your feelings are hurtin' You're a fool if you can't keep cool Charm 'em Don't alarm 'em Keep things light Keep your worries out of sight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice If your heart is on the floor Cause you've just seen your lover Comin' through the door with a new fool-- Be cool Don't get riled Smile-keep it light Be your own best friend tonight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice Don't get jealous Don't get over-zealous Keep your cool Don't whine Kiss of that flaky valentine You're nobody's fool Be cool fool Be cool (Lots of other fish in the sea) Play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice So if there's one rule to this game Everybody's gonna name It's--be cool If you're worried or uncertain If your feelings are hurtin' You're a fool if you can't keep cool They want you to Charm 'em Don't alarm 'em Keep things light Keep your worries out of sight And play it cool Play it cool Fifty-fifty Fire and ice |
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| 5:04 |
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I'm always running behind the time
Just like this train Shaking into town With the brakes complainin' I used to count lovers like railroad cars I counted them on my side Lately I don't count on nothing I just let things slide The station master's shuffling cards Boxcars are banging in the yards Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you lost your heart I went looking for a cause Or a strong cat without claws Or any reason to resume And I found this empty seat In this crowded waiting room Everybody waiting Old man sleeping on his bags Women with that teased up kind of hair Kids with the jitters in their legs And those wide wide open stares And the kids got cokes & chocolate bars There's a thin man smoking a fat cigar Jealous lovin'll make you crazy If you can't find your goodness Cause you've lost your heart What are you going to do now You've got no one to give your love to Well I've got this berth & this roll down blind I've got this fold up sink And these rocks And these cactus going by And a bottle of German wine to drink Settle down into the clickety clack With the clouds & the stars to read Dreaming of the pleasure I'm gonna have Watching your hairline recede, my vain darling Watching your hair & clouds & stars I'm rocking away in a sleeping car Cause this jealous lovin's bound to make me Crazy I can't find my goodness I lost my heart Oh sour grapes Because I lost my heart |
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| 3:57 |
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I pulled up behind a Cadillac
We were waiting fo the light; And I took a look at his license plate- It said 'Just Ice' Is Justice just ice? Governed by greed and lust? Just the strong doing what they can And the weak suffering what they must? And the gas leaks, And the oil spills, And sex sells everything, And sex kills... Sex kills... Doctors' pills give you brand new ills, And the bills bury you like an avalanche, And the lawyers haven't been this popular Since Robespierre slaughtered half of France! And Indian chiefs with their old beliefs know The balance is undone-crazy icons- You can feel it out in trafficl Everyone hates everyone! And the gas leaks, And the oil spills, And sex sells everything, Sex kills... Sex kills... |
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| 15. |
| 7:56 |
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I met a friend of spirit
He drank and womanized And I sat before his sanity I was holding back from crying He saw my complications And he mirrored me back simplified And we laughed how our perfection Would always be denied "Heart and humor and humility" He said "Will lighten up your heavy load" I left him for the refuge of the roads I fell in with some drifters Cast upon a beachtown Winn Dixie cold cuts and highway hand me downs And I wound up fixing dinner For them and Boston Jim I well up with affection Thinking back down the roads to then The nets were overflowing In the Gulf of Mexico They were overflowing in the refuge of the roads There was spring along the ditches There were good times in the cities Oh, radiant happiness It was all so light and easy Till I started analyzing And I brought on my old ways A thunderhead of judgment was Gathering in my gaze And it made most people nervous They just didn't want to know What I was seeing in the refuge of the roads I pulled off into a forest Crickets clicking in the ferns Like a wheel of fortune I heard my fate turn, turn turn And I went running down a white sand road I was running like a white-assed deer Running to lose the blues To the innocence in here These are the clouds of Michelangelo Muscular with gods and sungold Shine on your witness in the refuge of the roads In a highway service station Over the month of June Was a photograph of the earth Taken coming back from the moon And you couldn't see a city On that marbled bowling ball Or a forest or a highway Or me here least of all You couldn't see these cold water restrooms Or this baggage overload Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads |
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| 6:48 |
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I'm travelling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe A defector from the petty wars That shell shock love away There's comfort in melancholy When there's no need to explain It's just as natural as the weather In this moody sky today In our possessive coupling So much could not be expressed So now I'm returning to myself These things that you and I suppressed I see something of myself in everyone Just at this moment of the world As snow gathers like bolts of lace Waltzing on a ballroom girl You know it never has been easy Whether you do or you do not resign Whether you travel the breadth of extremities Or stick to some straighter line Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock They're either going to thaw out or freeze Listen... Strains of Benny Goodman Coming through the snow and the pinewood trees I'm porous with travel fever But you know I'm so glad to be on my own Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger Can set up trembling in my bones I know - no one's going to show me everything We all come and go unknown Each so deep and superficial Between the forceps and the stone Well I looked at the granite markers Those tribute to finality - to eternity And then I looked at myself here Chicken scratching for my immortality In the church they light the candles And the wax rolls down like tears There's the hope and the hopelessness I've witnessed thirty years We're only particles of change I know, I know Orbiting around the sun But how can I have that point of view When I'm always bound and tied to someone White flags of winter chimneys Waving truce against the moon In the mirrors of a modern bank From the window of a hotel room I'm travelling in some vehicle I'm sitting in some caf? A defector from the petty wars Until love sucks me back that way |
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| 6:01 |
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Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel
in the Broadway bridge we are crawling on our knees we've got flashlights and batteries we got cold cuts from the fridge Last year about this time we used to climb up in the branches just to sway there in some breeze now the cops on the street they want Cherokee Louise People like to talk tongues are waggin' over fences they're waggin' on the phones all their doors are locked God she can't even come to our house But I know where she'll go To the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Ever since we turned 13 it's like a minefield walking to the door going out to get your 3rd degree and comin' in you get the 3rd world war Tuesday after school we put our pennies on the rails and when the train rolled by we were jumpin' round like fools going "Look no heads or tails" going "Look my lucky prize" Then she runs home to her foster dad he open up his zipper and he yanks her to her knees Oh please be here - please my friend Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel in the Broadway bridge we're crawling on our knees I've got Archie and Silver Screen I know where she is She's in the place where you can stand and press your hands like it was bubble bath in dust piled high as me down under the street my friend Cherokee Louise Oh Cheeroke Louise, poor Cherokee Louise Cherokee Louise, Cherokee Louise |
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| 5:38 |
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Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions
Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where Never mind their questions there's no answer for The roll of the harbor wake The songs that the rigging makes The taste of the spray he takes And he learns to give He aches and he learns to live He stakes all his silver On a promise to be free Mermaids live in colonies All his seadreams come to me City satins left at home I will not need them I believe him when he tells of loving me Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you Leave behind your streets he said and come to me Come down from the neon nights Come down from the tourist sights Run down till the rain delights you You do not hide Sunlight will renew your pride Skin white by skin golden Like a promise to be free Dolphins playing in the sea All his seadreams come to me Seabird I have seen you fly above the pilings I am smiling at your circles in the air I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping Fold your fleet wings I have brought some dreams to share A dream that you love someone A dream that the wars are done A dream that you tell no one but the grey sea They'll say that you're crazy And a dream of a baby Like a promise to be free Children laughing out to sea All his seadreams come to me |
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| 4:58 |
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The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe "You laugh," he said, "You think you're immune, Go look at your eyes, they're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, just pretty lies" He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer And he pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said, "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close" "Richard you haven't really changed," I said, "It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet When you gonna go get yourself back on your feet? Oh love can be so sweet, love so sweet." Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamers pass this way some day Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days. |
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| 6:24 |
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Everybody looks so ill at ease
So distrustful so displeased Running down the table I see a borderline Like a barbed wire fence Strung tight, strung tense Prickling with pretense A borderline Why are you smirking at your friend? Is this to be the night when All well-wishing ends? All credibility revoked? Thin skin, thick jokes! Can we blame it on the smoke This borderline? Every bristling shaft of pride Church or nation Team or tribe Every notion we subscribe to Is just a borderline Good or bad, we think we know As if thinking makes things so! All convictions grow along a borderline Smug in your jaded expertise You scathe the wonder world And you praise barbarity In this illusionary place-- This scared hard-edged rat race All liberty is laced with Borderlines Every income, every age Every fashion-plated rage Every measure, every gauge Creates a borderline Every stone thrown through glass Every mean-streets-kick ass Every swan caught on the grass Will draw a borderline You snipe so steady You snub so snide-- So ripe and ready To diminish and deride! You're so quick to condescend My opinionated friend All you deface, all you defend Is just a borderline Just a borderline ... Another borderline ... Just a borderline |
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| 6:51 |
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Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like when you're older must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him take your time it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game And go round and round and round In the circle game |
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