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| 4:09 | 
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Varnished weeds in window jars
Tarnished beads on tapestries Kept in satin boxes are Reflections of love's memories Letters from across the seas Roses dipped in sealing wax Valentines and maple leaves Tucked into a paperback Guess I'll throw them all away I found someone to love today Dark with darker moods is he Not a golden Prince who's come Through columbines and wizardry To talk of castles in the sun Still I'll take a chance and see I found someone to love today There's a sorrow in his eyes Like the angel made of tin What will happen if I try To place another heart in him In a Bleeker Street cafe I found someone to love today I found someone to love today |
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| 2. |
| 2:35 |
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Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I heard
Was a song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words It came a-reeling up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll wear it 'till the night comes Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day There's a sun show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passersby And pigeons fly And papers lie Waiting to blow away Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses When the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I will bring you incense owls by night By candlelight By jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's a Chelsea morning |
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| 3. |
| 3:13 |
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Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there
Sunny day, braiding wild flowers and leaves in my hair Picked up a pencil and wrote "I love you" in my finest hand Wanted to send it, but I don't know where I stand Telephone, even the sound of your voice is still new All alone in California and talking to you And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned I guess it's too early, 'cause I don't know where I stand Crickets call, courting their ladies in star-dappled green Thickets tall, until the morning comes up like a dream All muted and misty, so drowsy now I'll take what sleep I can I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand I know that I miss you, but I don't know where I stand |
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| 4. |
| 4:38 |
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I met you on a midway at a fair last year
And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings You were playing like a devil wearing wings, wearing wings You looked so grand wearing wings Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing Can you fly I heard you can! Can you fly Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky I followed with the sideshows to another town And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice I heard your bid once or twice Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price Pack it in I heard you did! Pack it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win So lately you've been hiding - it was somewhere in the news And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime I've lost my fire overtime Always playin' one more hand for one more dime Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down And I envy you the valley that you've found 'Cause I'm midway down the midway Slowin' down, down, down, down |
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| 3:52 |
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I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to She's gotten to mysterious devotions She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen She's gotten into tarot cards and potions She's laying her religion on her friends On her friends, on her friends Friends who come to ask her for their future Friends who come to find they can't be friends Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when Won't say when, won't say when When all the black cards come you cannot barter No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win She'll shake her head and treat you like a martyr It is her blackest spell she puts you in Puts you in, puts you in In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you Inside your own self-pity there you swim In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you And only with your laughter can you win Can you win, can you win You win the lasting laurels with your laughter It reaches like an arm before you sink To win the solitary truth you're after You dare not ask the priestess how to think How to think, how to think I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to |
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| 4:12 |
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When I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of ladies Then you began to hang up me You studied to portray me In ice and greens And old blue jeans And naked in the roses Then you got into funny scenes That all your work discloses "Lady, don't love me now I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" Somewhere in a magazine I found a page about you I see that now it's Josephine Who cannot be without you I keep your house in fit repair I dust the portraits daily Your mail comes here from everywhere The writing looks like ladies' "Lady, please love me now, I am dead I am a saint, turn down your bed I have no heart," that's what you said You said, "I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you" I gave you all my pretty years Then we began to weather And I was left to winter here While you went west for pleasure And now you're flying bock this way Like some lost homing pigeon They've monitored your brain, you say And changed you with religion "Lady, please love me now I was dead I am no saint, turn down your bed Lady, have you no heart," that's what you said Well, I can be cruel But let me be gentle with you When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady |
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| 4:28 |
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Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind
Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty The shadow trembles in its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind And tasted sunlight as my fear came clear to me I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand Now the way leads to the hills, above the steeple's chime Below me sleepy rooftops round the harbor It's there I'll take my thirsty fill of friendship over wine Forgetting fear but never disregarding her Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones and sinking sand Sometimes voices in the night will call me back again Back along the pathway of a troubled mind When forests rise to block the light that keeps a traveler sane I'll challenge them with flashes from a brighter time Oh, I think I understand Fear is like a wilderland Stepping stones or sinking sand |
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| 3:10 |
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Through the windless wells of wonder
By the throbbing light machine In a tea leaf trance or under Orders from the king and queen Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one People hurry by so quickly Don't they hear the melodies In the chiming and the clicking And the laughing harmonies Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Some come dark and strange like dying Crows and ravens whistling Lines of weeping, strings of crying So much said in listening Songs to aging children come Aging children, I am one Does the moon play only silver When it strums the galaxy Dying roses will they will their Perfumed rhapsodies to me Songs to aging children came This is one |
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| 9. |
| 2:50 |
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And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum You say I have turned Like the enemies you've earned But I can remember All the good things you are And so I ask you please Can I help you find the peace and the star Oh, my friend What time is this To trade the handshake for the fist And so once again Oh, America my friend And so once again You are fighting us all And when we ask you why You raise your sticks and cry and we fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum You say we have turned Like the enemies you've earned But we can remember All the good things you are And so we ask you please Can we help you find the peace and the star Oh my friend We have all come To fear the beating of your drum |
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| 4:35 |
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Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and THEY snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way THAT you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way Oh but now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost but something's gained In living every day I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all |
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