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Phillips
In a street of many colors Dripping rain and running water Galli said to Mr. Troster Have you found your seven sons Yes I have for that conclusion He was suffering from delusion From an honorable institution And he came very close to losing And I know the one that's choosing Any name you've been perusing And he walked down in the gardens Said to prosper (Chorus) And you take his hand when he starts crying 'Cause he's lost his band from too much flying In his manhole covered wagon in the morning yeah So now Fanny is resting easy On a crocheted quilt in town Making love to Johnny Colter In his home outside the sound And they're thinking of creation With their gathering elation So to populate the nation With a thought to emancipation And a silent exclamation With its current constipation And its dead-set against malasian Kind of thinking (Chorus) Then he spoke to all his children Said we're building up the brawl Just you keep your fists from flying In its holographic cause And bring your love and guitars While we sit and count the stars And talk about faith among us Without visiting any bars Mr. Troster replies to Galli Among the bright and heavy cars And the truth about life among us That it's trying very hard (Chorus) |
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In the consecrated chambers
Of a mountain's winter day I left her at the turning To go on her seeking way To pass o'er meadows green and bare Or brown as her auburn hair O'er all the waters on the face of the earth To find that I really care And the myriad reflections of myself In her buttons on her oversize navy coat But only reflections and never an image In her mind's unfathomable moat But some castles where she wanders Are yet crumbling into dust In this house of visions, on top of the hill The glass has turned to rust So never again will I look in her eyes Nor shall she hear my voice But I hope she will find a better man To love him and rejoice And he will turn the secret key Nay, I know it's not up to him But somehow in his words and love Answer her every whim So seek ye lass for what you wish But in your troubled heart And let not your mind race ahead of your breast For the quicker shall you part And wait for the click that you speak dear of And never will you run Light will splinter through open clouds And you'll look straight at a face like the sun |
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Phillips
In the days of tomorrow In the time of the passing years I will look through my window And my window will see my tears And the green rocky hillsides Are the shade of a lonely man And the blue ever changing Sea of gold lends a helping hand In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again, see again In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again See again, see again See again, see again See again |
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Phillips
In the days of tomorrow In the time of the passing years I will look through my window And my window will see my tears And the green rocky hillsides Are the shade of a lonely man And the blue ever changing Sea of gold lends a helping hand In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again, see again In a minute there can be an hour In a second there can be a day And a thousand years may pass us by And we will be that near, be that near And the black gray night will fall around This glasshouse that I'm in And the day will break onto my bed And I will see again See again, see again See again, see again See again |
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Lovely lady Never shady Running up the mountain side Purple brocade Woolen top coat She cast away her useless pride On her own Her soul has grown To bring about her peace of mind In her hand A lovely land To help her look and search and find Swirling forms of tantric art Are filling out her schedule planned And she's without a man Woman blonde Climbing on To reach a level in her heart It's the same Without a name You're doing fine with a running start In the door You'll work some more You're finding where it's at for sure Every other day It will pay You'll love to live and be the way You feel the start of day You'll be sad It won't be bad But you can get away from that Crystal facet Not an asset You have your friend the jet black cat He will follow Crying hollow Scratch his head and stroke his ear He will bring you in your love now Ever close and ever near And you will feel no fear I am glad It's now a fad But there are some who won't go on Full expression No suppression But she is strong The woman blond Lovely lady Never shady Running o'er volcanic land Make your curry Never worry It is settled in your plan And you will find your man |
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She was cleaning her house When a temple souse Came knocking at her purple door Saying wait right here Cause the cycle's near And we can communicate some more And the very last session Gives a good impression Of the things that are to come Like a laser beam rays And Confucius says On earth thy will be done And like an ion sun You're on the run And capable of causing fun, summer sun Now old King Kong Is a merry old song And it goes on the twenty-three hour And like a diamond is ice With pale fire thrice And you've gained your gentle powers And a kiss to the mind Like lacquer thinned To emulate a fine violin Brings a silent range to your subtle change Or more commonly yclept being And your double track sphere Is uncommonly clear And it outshines all the seas and all the seething And spun gold hair Is your common flair For covering what makes your art And a small detail Is a billowing sail And you've just begun to start And an elephant book Is but one outlook Yet it lacks not a thing in size And the etiquette of grass Will have to last And we'll save it for the very last prize And the utilization Makes a unified nation We may see it with our very own eyes, very own eyes And the vestiges of an air hammer Received with the coming light And the moon wanes Over the looming crags With its silver bluish light She came with the grace of an angel here And her melting doelike eyes In her velvet dress Like the soul she is As open as the starry skies And we made love in the morning With the red sky dawning And our souls merging into one And the olive trees Had a gentle breeze When she took her silent leave We made love in the morning With the red sky dawning And our souls merging into one And the olive trees Had a lovely breeze When she took her silent leave And then was gone |
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Mama
When you coming home Mama When you coming home Mama You don't have to roam Mama You know you're coming home If you look over there babe You know you might find Somethin' over there Gonna blow your mind Mama When you coming home Mama You don't have to roam Mama It's another day Mama You know that you can stay You can stay Yes I keep on telling you To keep on keeping on I keep on telling you To work it on out Keep on telling you To keep on keeping on I keep on telling you To work it on out Mama It's another day Mama You know that you can stay You know that you can stay If you look over there babe You know you might find Somethin' over there Gonna blow your mind If you look over there babe You know you might find Somethin' over there Gonna blow your mind |
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Sleepwalker Walking around Sleepwalker Wearing a frown Sleepwalker Going downtown Sleepwalker Going all the way down Cheap hotel Cheap hotel Cheap hotel Cheap hotel |
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Saturday morning, yeah
I come in late Just to find if you were there Just to look at your long brown hair And dream a dream out in the hall Was that my name that's just been called? I don't know, it could be Have you got something to tell on me? If you got something to tell on me, babe It better be good Even though you hate me so much I'm still comin' back Like you knew I would You can't believe What I been through these last few months It's very difficult to tell the difference Between the trumps and the down home dumps Only one thing I can say to you Even if you don't believe it's true It's true It's our turn now To find out where we're going It's our turn now To find out where you've been It's our turn now To keep the new direction It's your turn now To cast off all your sin Fellatia, Fellatia, how do you plead? You don't have to plead For anything that you really need Plead, have mercy When the wind starts blowin' hard And this cardboard world we're livin' in It ain't forgotten, out in the yard Out in the yard Where the air is cold And there ain't no leaves to fall He's lookin' hard at the ground for somethin' Somethin' that won't show up I keep lookin' back over my shoulder Couple of good friends goin' by Pour some wine over their fire Don't let the tears stay in your eyes He's not gone so very far I know he's very near 'Cause every time I call his name I know that he can hear It's our turn now To find out where we're going It's our turn now To find out where you've been It's our turn now To keep the new direction It's your turn now To cast off all your sin Hey, Mr. Roberts, don't you tell me no lies I don't mind you being vain Pick up the phone in your whitewashed house Simpering that same refrain Three to five more years Is all you got For you to do your nasty thing Making rain, suffering pain Telling everybody that it's in his name His name, whose name What are you telling me? I don't believe your tales Too many people in this world Don't like being snails If you gonna do it Better get it together Better go and make the change Do it right now Do it while it's warm Do it while it's there within your range It won't be so very hard You better have no fear 'Cause by the time you get it done It'll be so clear It's our turn now To find out where we're going It's our turn now To find out where you've been It's our turn now To keep the new direction It's your turn now To cast off all your sin |
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T'was a man of youthful features
T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes Watching out by looking inward Tall and stately and full of life In his life, he spoke but rarely In his mind he cried for light Painting perceptions trying to capture That which he saw in his questioning strife Once in Lisbon, twice in London Travelling around for all of his time Looking for and finding a goddess He took Diana to be his wife Of the children, they'd begotten Two had died without knowing life And the third I know not whereof But if she lives, she will yet be kind Casey had a mark of simple value He had a star between his eyes In his hands he held an axe blade The Greek symbol of thunder and fire On a night when the heavens were crying He went out and took his blade Chopping wood to warm his heartside The lightning came and my brother died Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards Tell him no tales of the canyon's might But wish him peace and eternal wisdom For he has died and he died by light |
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Oh, archer with your bowstring tight Won't you let fly with your shaft of light Are you hunting your quarry now Are you leaving me babe, leaving anyhow But I will remember you when the rain pours down And I see you standing there in your bright blue gown Fyodor's there, still he doesn't care You're gone Tell me you don't want to travel To go back amidst the noise and babble But you hear me when I tell you that You know it won't be so long babe You know you're coming back And I'll wait right here till the sky is clear And I'll keep looking into that endless sphere And then you're gonna know There really wasn't nothing to fear So don't cry baby in the dark of night When you know I ain't there to hold you tight And I can't answer any of your questing glances Like when we woke up in the morning And we saw the dawn was storming And the clouds were there love Outside the window so fair And the sun came rising It was surprising Cast out all your dark surmising And then the car came You spoke my name And left me But I'm not alone on this earth so fair There's something else beside me here Something keeps me ever looking forward And it's brighter than the sunlight And it's purer than the moonlight And it's drawing me toward it Like a moth out of the night And I know I'll arrive Where there ain't no time Non-dimensional plane of joy sublime Keep on being free Lord it's gotta be Infinity Hey! |
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I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below
So slow I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below Lordy, go slow Sure would like to know what you been thinkin' But I don't want to know when you been sinkin' Go slow Yeah, sure would like to know what you been thinkin' But I don't want to know when you been sinkin' Go slow You see yourself in a coffee cup But you cannot stimulate the future up Go slow You see yourself in a coffee cup But you cannot stimulate the future up Go slow Every time I'm doin' a number I'm thinkin' that I see your eyes I keep crossing over borderlines Seein' little babies die And even though I'm economizing I can't keep your high livin' style child It takes so long to believe it Charlie But what have you done to your smile I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below So slow I keep lookin' down out of my windows at the people below Lordy, so slow The alternative to truth is hypocrisy If you want to choose the latter you won't never be free Go slow The alternative to truth is hypocrisy If you want to choose the latter you won't never be free Go slow Ain't no such thing as revolution It's got another name It's called evolution Go slow Ain't no such thing as revolution It's got another name It's called evolution Go slow Part of being free is a state of mind You just got to learn to leave it all behind Go slow Part of being free is a state of mind You just got to learn to leave it all behind Go slow |
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I talk to the lady with the steel gray eyes
While the sun is going down And we talk of the things that we wish to know But she's really not around And the sunset on the mountain is the same color As her cascade chestnut hair And now loving is in living for forgetting your past So now why the distant stare? Could it be there is someone who remains In her heart and she cares? And the ice of her kisses lingers on and on And the image of her body live Yet you walked on black sand by the sea's turmoil In the dark of a velvet night Then you sat down and gave your hands to be kissed and loved Could not you hear a gentle sigh? And by the stars part control of your wandering life Do you believe in not telling lies? But it was good that you were warm On your way back home, short love, goodbye |
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