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Well, the ragman, he draws circles, up and down the block
Id ask him whats the matter, but I know he dont talk
And the ladies they treat me kindly, and they furnish me with tape
But deep inside my heart, I, I know I cant escape
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now, Shakespeare hes in the alley
With his pointed shoes and bell
Speaking with some French girl, who says she knows me well
And I would send a message, to find out if shes talked
But the post office has been stolen, and the mailbox is locked
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now, Mona tried to warn me, said stay away from the railroad line
She says all the railroad men, they drink up your blood like wine
And I said, Oh I didnt know that
But then again theres only one Ive met
And he just smoked my eyelids, and he punched my cigarette
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Grandpa, he died last week, and they buried him in the rocks
Now, everyone still talks about how badly they are shocked
But me, I expected it to happen, I knew hed lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street, and he shot it full of holes
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now the senator, he came down here, showing everyone his gun
Handing out free tickets to the wedding of his son
And me, I nearly got busted, and wouldnt it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket and be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now the preacher, he looks so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
Then I said, See, not even you can hide
You see, youre just like me, and I hope youre satisfied
Oh, oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Now the rainman gave me two cures, then he said, Jump right in
The first was Texas medicine, the second was just railroad gin
But like a fool I mixed them, and it strangled up my mind
And now people just get uglier, and Ive got no sense of time
Ooh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
And when Ruthie says come see me in a honky-tonk lagoon
Where I can watch her waltz for free, neath her Panamanian moon
And I said, Oh come on now, you know about my debutante
And she says, Your debutante knows just what you need
But I know what you want
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
The bricks, they lay on Grand Street, where the neon madmen climb
They all fall there so perfectly, it all seems so well timed
And here I sit so patiently, waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all of these things twice, twice
Oh mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again
Oh, mama, can this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again |
Well it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ifn you dont know by now
And it aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Itll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I’ll be gone
You’re the reason I’m a-traveling on
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
And it aint no use in turning on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
And it aint no use in turning on your light, babe
I’m on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was something you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
So it aint no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it aint no use in calling out my name, gal
I can’t hear you anymore
I’m a-thinking and a-wondering, walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right
So long, honey babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
Goodbyes too good a word, babe
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I aint a-saying you treated me unkind
You couldve done better, but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right |
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down the road?
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down easy to save his soul?
Oh, Luckys been driving a long, long time
And now hes stuck on top of the hill
With twelve forward gears, its been a long hard climb
With all of those ladies, though, hes lonely still
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down the road?
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down easy to save his soul?
Oh just hes been gone now more than twenty years
But I think I see him coming over that tall trestle bridge
??? oh can it be true?
When your big dog feeds and your fingers tattooed
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down the road?
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down easy to save his soul?
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down the road?
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna throw it long and let him go home?
Oh Billys in London singing his songs
The Carnival Angels sing along
And the lion and the tiger lyin down with the lamb
Gonna meet you next year in Jerusalem
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down the road?
Whos gonna throw that minstrel boy a coin?
Whos gonna let him down easy to save his soul?
Whos gonna let him down easy to save his soul? |
Jehs övvert Wasser un verdeils dobei Bruht
Un die Auge vunnem Kääl uss Stahl sinn ahm glöhe
Sejelscheffe stühre op en Nebelwand zo
Du woots jeboore metner Schlange en jeder Hand
Un ne Orkan wohr ahm stöhne
Der Freiheit sähste
Wöhre mer lächerlich noh
Doch die däät janix nötze
Köhm met dä Wohrheit nit kloor
Dä Joker danz nur
Wenn die Naachtijall singk
Die Nachtijall singk nur
Wenn dä volle Mohnd schingk
Dann danze
Danze – dä Joker danz
Die Sonn jeht unger
Mäht sich durch de Koht
Du stehs op un jehs un sähß kei Woot zo keinem
Durchjeknallte toobe
Wo kein Schutzengele sinn
Un die Kristallkugel – rootloss – frööt
Wat die Orakele meine
Zom Dropzeije noh jenooch
Zom Berühre zo wigg
Du hatts ald immer de Spetz
Dä entscheidende Schritt
Dä Joker danz nur
Wenn die Naachtijall singk
Die Nachtijall singk nur
Wenn dä volle Mohnd schingk
Dann danze
Danze – dä Joker danz
Häss die Levite jelese un die zehn Jebote och
Charles Darwin un die sinn ding einzige Lehrer
Du küss em Zwieleech ahnjeredde
Op nem wieße Pääd
Sühß wie en Statue uss vum Michelangelo – uss Marmor
Du ruhs dich uss op ner Wiss
Mem Weltall zojedeck
Die Stääne lühren dir zo
Dir un dämm kleine Hungk
Dä dirt Jeseech leck
Dä Joker danz nur
Wenn die Naachtijall singk
Die Nachtijall singk nur
Wenn dä volle Mohnd schingk
Dann danze
Danze – dä Joker danz
Heckeschötze robbe sich ahn Wehrlose raan
Moralapostel och
Doch dat Renne ess noch janz ahm Ahnfang
Jummiknöppel, Wasserwirfer, Tränejaas, Sirene
Molotowcocktails un Selvsschöss hinger jedem Vüürhang
Bestochene Richter zappele em eigenen Netz
Nur noch en Frooch der Zick
Dann ess die Finsterniss et einzje Jesetz
Dä Joker danz nur
Wenn die Naachtijall singk
Die Nachtijall singk nur
Wenn dä volle Mohnd schingk
Dann danze
Danze – dä Joker danz
Dat hes en Schattewelt unger schleimijem Grau
Hück woot ne Prinz jeboore
Da dräät Windele uss Purpur
Dä jaach die Händler ussem Tempel
Sammelt Waisepänz enn un jitt se frei zur Adoption
Ahn Hafestadthure
Joker
Du weiß janz jenau
Wat dä will
Joker
Du deiß
Als wööste nix un blievs still
Dä Joker danz nur
Wenn die Naachtijall singk
Die Nachtijall singk nur
Wenn dä volle Mohnd schingk
Dann danze
Danze – dä Joker danz |
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Think I’ll go out and go for a walk
Not much happenin’ here, nothin’ ever does
Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk
I got nothin’ to say, ’specially about whatever was
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Took an untrodden path once, where the swift don’t win the race
It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s beautiful face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Outside of two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight
They’re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track
The world could come to an end tonight, but that’s all right
She should still be there sleepin’ when I get back
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Noontime, and I’m still pushin’ myself along the road, the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put
Someone else is speakin’ with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart
I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives |
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin’ me insane
It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She’s the brains behind pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more |
Well, the sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course
The city fathers they’re trying to endorse
The reincarnation of Paul Revere’s horse
But the town has no need to be nervous
That Belle Starr she hands down her wits
To Jezebel the nun she violently knits
A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits
At the head of the chamber of commerce
Mama’s in the fact’ry, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, he’s lookin’ for the fuse
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
Were standing in the penny arcade
Screaming she moans, “I’ve just been made”
Send for the doctor who pull down the shade
Saying, “Dont let the boys in”
Well, the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside
Walks with a swagger and he says to the bride
“Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride
You wont die, it’s not poison”
Mama’s in the fact’ry, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the alley, lookin’ hard for the fuse
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues
John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
“Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”
Well, he Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
“The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
Well, Mama’s in the fact’ry, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the hallway, he’s lookin’ hard for the fuse
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, well
Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll
Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole
And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college
Well, I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from goin insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge
Mama’s in the fact’ry, she ain’t got no shoes
Daddy’s in the hallway, lookin’ hard for the fuse
I’m in the kitchen with the tombstone blues, ah yeah |
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark
Tingle to his bones
Twas then he felt alone
And wished that hed gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked alone by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel
With a neon burning bright
He felt the heat of thе night
Hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fatе
A saxophone someplace far-off played
As she was walking on by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade
Where he was wakin up
She dropped a coin into the cup
Of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He didnt see her anywhere
He told himself he didnt care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks
Where the sailors all come in
Maybe shell pick him out again
How long must he wait?
One more time, for a simple twist of fate
People tell me its a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin
But I lost the ring
She was born in spring
But I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate |
Pensavo ad una serie di sogni
Dove niente diventava realtà
Tutto resta dove è stato ferito
Fino al punto di non muoversi più
Pensavo a niente di niente
Come quando ti svegli gridando e ti chiedi perché
Niente di troppo preciso
Solamente dei sogni così
Solamente una serie di sogni
Senza metrica, senza velocità
Nella stanza cè ununica uscita
Ed è quella invisibile solamente da te
Non cercavo chissà quali risposte
Non avevo grandi perplessità
Niente da dover dichiarare
Niente dogana, niente formalità
Sogni che lombrello era chiuso
Sul sentiero preparato per me
E le carte sul tavolo non erano in gioco
Erano i segni di unaltra civiltà
In un sogno cera sangue per terra
In un altro nevicava in città
In un sogno correvo ed in un sogno ancora
Ero stato costretto a salire più in su
Non cercavo un aiuto speciale
Non volevo scappare da qui
Ero già andato abbastanza lontano
Pensando soltanto a dei sogni così
Sogni che lombrello era chiuso
Sul sentiero preparato per me
E le carte sul tavolo non erano in gioco |
Down the street the dogs are barkin
And the day is a-gettin dark
As the night comes in a-fallin
The dogsll lose their bark
And the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my mind
For Im one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind
From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes they start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
And I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And Im one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind
Its a restless hungry feeling
That dont mean no one no good
When evrything Im a-sayin
You can say it just as good
Youre right from your side
Im right from mine
Were both just too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind |
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
眠くはない 行くあてもない
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
にぎやかな朝について行こうよ
魔法の渦巻く船に乗って 旅に連れて行ってくれ
どこにでもいけるし 消えることもできる
感覚は裸になって何も感じない 旅に連れて行ってくれ
僕のパレードに踊りの魔法をかけて欲しいんだ
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
眠くはない 行くあてもない
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
にぎやかな朝について行こうよ
笑い声が渦巻き揺れている
太陽が噛切るのを 聞けるかも知れない
空には何もないから
悲しみの場所から遠く離れて
ダイヤモンドの空の その下で踊ろう
今日のことは忘れよう
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
眠くはない 行くあてもない
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
にぎやかな朝について行こうよ
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me |
Well, if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin’ winds
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
That’s the way I remember her best
I’m a-wonderin’ if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day
So if you’re travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Array |
Come gather round friends
And Ill tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming
Til one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well a long winters wait
From the window I watched
My friends they couldnt have been kinder
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh the years passed again
And the givin was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a days shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut
And more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
Til a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin
They complained in the East
They are paying too high
They say that your ore aint worth digging
That its much cheaper down
In the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Then one mornings wake
The bed it was bare
And Is left alone with three children
The summer is gone
The grounds turning cold
The stores one by one theyre a-foldin
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them |
Mm, mm, mm
You know its blowin
Blowin
And its blowin
Whoa, blowin, mm, mm, mm
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
And how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must those cannon balls be fired
Before theyre forever banned?
Whoa, yeah, let me tell you that
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind
Whoa, yeah
Now how many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea?
Now how many years can a man exist
Before hes allowed to be free?
Now how many times can a man turn his head
And he pretends that he just doesnt see?
Whoa, yeah, you know the answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind
Whoa, you know that the answer is blowin in the wind
Uh huh, let me tell you its blowin
Blowin
And its blowin
Whoa, the answer is blowin in the wind
And its blowin, yeah, yeah, yeah
The answer is blowin, la la la la la la la la
You know that the answer is blowin in the wind |
שישמור אותך האל
ויגשים משאלתך
שתעשה בשביל אחר
והוא למענך
שתיגע בכל כוכב
ותטפס על כל שלב
שתישאר צעיר לנצח
שתגדל להיות צודק
שתדע לראות את האור
ולמצוא את האמת
בתוך החושך הגדול
שתמיד תהיה חזק
אל תשחק את המשחק
שתישאר צעיר לנצח
שיהיו ידיך עסוקות
וצעדיך מהירים
שיהיה ביתך יציב
מול רוחות השינויים
שבליבך תהיה שמחה
וישירו את שירך
שתישאר צעיר לנצח |
Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
Well meet on edges, soon, said I
Proud neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
Im younger than that now
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
Rip down all hate, I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
Im younger than that now
In a soldiers stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that Id become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
Im younger than that now
My guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
Im younger than that now
Ah, but I was so much older then
Im younger than that now |
Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon youll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin
Then you better start swimmin or youll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a-changin
Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance wont come again
And dont speak too soon for the wheels still in spin
And theres no tellin who that its namin
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Dont stand in the doorway, dont block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
Theres a battle outside and it is ragin
Itll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And dont criticize what you cant understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin
Please get out of the new one if you cant lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin |
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man
How many seas must the white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it washed to the sea
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Beforе theyre allowed to bе free
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesnt see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind |
Well Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
My feetl be a flyin
To tell about my troubled mind
I got a heavy headed gal
I got a heavy headed gal
I got a heavy headed gal
She aint a feelin well
When shes better only time will tell
Well Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
My feetl be a flyin
To tell about my troubled mind
My money comes an goes
My money comes an goes
My money comes an goes
And rolls and flows, and rolls and flows
Through the holes in the pockets of my clothes
Well Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
My feetl be a flyin
To tell about my troubled mind
I see the morining light
I see the morining light
Well its not because Im an early riser
I didnt go to sleep last night
I got a heavy headed gal
I got a heavy headed gal
I got a heavy headed gal
She aint a feelin well
When shes better only time will tell
Well Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
Im walkin down the line
My feetl be a flyin
To tell about my troubled mind |
I was young when I left home
But I been out rambling around
And I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
I never wrote a letter to my home
It was just the other day
I was drinking all my pay
When I met an old friend I used to know
You said your mother’s dead and gone
Your baby sister’s all gone wrong
Your daddy needs you home right away
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
Well I can’t go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
I can’t go home this way
If you miss the train I’m on
Count the days I’m gone
Youll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred milеs, Lord, Lord, Lord
You’ll hear that whistle blow a hundred milеs
When I was playing on the track
Ma would come and whoop me back
On them trestles down by old McKay’s
When I pay the debt I owe
To the commissary store
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Go home, Lord, Lord, Lord
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
Used to tell my Ma sometimes
When I see them riding blinds
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
In the wind, Lord, in the wind
Gonna make me a home out in the wind
I don’t like it in the wind
I want to go back home again
But I can’t go home this way
This way, Lord, Lord, Lord
Now I can’t go home this way
I was young when I left home
I been out rambling around
I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, Lord, to my home
And I never wrote a letter to my home |
Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets comin out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
I got all the love, honey baby
You can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me, honey baby
Ill be here
Like your smile
And your fingertips
Like the way that you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery
Little red wagon
Little red bike
I aint no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
Im takin you with me, honey baby
When I go
Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
Ill do it for you, honey baby
Cant you tell? |
Hey, du kanns einen Minister sinn von einem Staat
Dä op die Dividend von singer Rüstungsaktie waat
Du kanns Kardinal sin, schön feierlich un fett
Ne huh fromme Paap met Kindersche om Doppelbett
Ävver du darfs nix metnemme, nä du darfs nix metnemme
Frooch doch ens ne Düüvel, frooch de leeve Jott
Die saajen all: Nix metnemme
Du kanns un kniestisch sinn, kenns jede Steuertrick
Su kniestisch, für ne Jrosche hälsten janze Woch dä Sick
Du kanns ne Breefkaste hann op jeder Insel in dr Welt
Oder Reibach maache mit nem Flüchtlingshotel
Ävver du darfs nix metnemme, nä du darfs nix metnemme
Frooch doch ens ne Düüvel, frooch de leeve Jott
Die saajen: Du darfs nix metnemme
Du kanns ne dralle SUV hann mit eijener Postleitzahl
Un ald widdern neu Vitrien für de nächste Pokal
Ja, du kanns drei Smartphones hann mit DAX un Dow-Jones App
Un en Wohnzimmer Schampus
Ävver du darfs nix metnemme, nä du darfs nix metnemme
Frooch doch ens ne Düüvel, frooch de leeve Jott
Die saajen: Du darfs nix metnemme, ja-ja-janix
Du hass Tonnen Fasteloovendorden uss der janze Stadt
Käufs watt de nit bruchs, denn et jov ja Rabett
Un iewich rollt die Party in enem ahle Omnibus
Du kanns Viagra hann zom Fröhstöck un Silikon in der Bluus
Ävver du darfs nix metnemme, ahnä du darfs nix metnemme
Frooch et Belzebübche, die Jesses-Maria-Jupp
Die dürfen och nix metnemme, nickese, nickese, ja-ja-janix |
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
Ill show them to you and youll see them shine
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And youre the best thing that hes ever seen
Stay, lady, stay, stay with your man awhile
Why wait any longer for your world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When hes standing in front of you
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Stay, lady, stay, stay while the night is still ahead |
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gathrin
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
William Zanzinger who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didnt even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that alls equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books aint pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught em
And that ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin that way witout warnin
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now is the time for your tears |
There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside, in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl |
While riding on a train goin’ west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had
With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn
By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied
Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one
As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split
How many a year has passed and gone
And many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a friend
And each one I’ve never seen again
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that |
Sing you a song, its not very long
About an old man never done wrong
How he died, no one can say
Found him dead in the street one day
Crowd gathered one fine morn
Man whose clothes, shoes was torn
There on the sidewalk he did lay
They stopped and stared and went their way
Policeman come and he looked around
Get up, old man, Im taking you down
Jab him with his bully club
The old man then rolled off the curb
Jabbed him again, loudly said
Call the wagon, this man is dead
The wagon come and they loaded in him
And I never saw that man again
Sang him a song, and it wasnt very long
About an old man never done wrong
How he died, no one can say
Found him dead on the street one day |
Quante volte ho detto sì
Più di questo non si può
Un uomo no, non fa così
In ginocchio non resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
Se mi chiedono perché
Ai miei figli che dirò?
Unombra è scesa su di me
Però in ginocchio non resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò
No, no, no, non ci resterò |
Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
You should not treat me like a stranger
Our Father would not like the way that you act
And you must realize the danger
Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth
To love and follow His direction?
We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then mysteriously saved
Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door
Don’t turn away, you’ll create sorrow
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow |
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you?
Peopled call, say, Beware doll, youre bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Youve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out youre gonna have to get used to it
You said youd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
Hes not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it aint no good
You shouldnt let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where its at
After he took from you everything he could steal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
Theyre drinkin, thinkin that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But youd better lift your diamond ring, youd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you cant refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Youre invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone? |
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pools of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
Theres a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
Dont have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the masters hand
In every leaf that tremblеs, in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowеrs of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway of temptations angry flame
And every time I pass that way Ill always hear my name
Then onward on my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summers dream, in the chill of a wintery light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, theres someone there, other times its only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand |
When a man he serves the Lord, it makes his life worthwhile
It dont matter bout his position, it dont matter bout his lifestyle
Talk about perfection, I aint never seen none
And there aint no man righteous, no not one
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood
Hell even work his ways through those whose intentions are good
Some like to worship on the moon, others are worshipping the sun
And there aint no man righteous, no not one
Look around, ya see so many social hypocrites
Like to make rules for others while they do just the opposite
You cant get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag
Put your goodness next to Gods and it comes out like a filthy rag
In a city of darkness theres no need of the sun
And there aint no man righteous, no not one
Done so many evil things in the name of love that its a crying shame
I never did see no fire that could put out a flame
Pull your hat down, baby, pull the wool down over your eyes
Keep a-talking, baby, til you run right out of alibis
Someday youll account for all the deeds that you done
Well, there aint no man righteous, no not one
God got the power, man has got his vanity
Man gotta choose before God can set him free
Dont you know theres nothing new thats under the sun?
Well, there aint no man righteous, no not one
When Im gone dont wonder where I be
Just say that I trusted in God and that Christ was in me
Say He defeated the devil, He was Gods chosen Son
And that there aint no man righteous, no not one |
Aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It dont matter anyhow
Ah, aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Ah, ifn you dont know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn, yeah-eh
Look out your window, Ill be gone
Boy, youre the reason Im travelin on
Dont you think twice, its all right
It aint no use turnin on your light, babe
The light I never knowed
Aint no use turnin on your light, boy
Im on the dark side of the road
Still, I wish theres somethin you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talkin anyway
Ah, dont you think twice, its all right
And it aint no use callin out my name, boy
Like you never did before
And it aint no use callin out my name, babe
I cant hear it, I cant hear ya any more
Im sittin n thinkin wonderin all way down the road
I once loved a man, a boy I am told
I gave him my heart but he wanted my soul, whoa-oh
But dont think twice, its all right
Well, Im walkin down that long, lonely road, babe
Where Im bound, I cant tell
But goodbye is too good a word, boy
So Ill just say fare thee well
I aint a-sayin that you treated me unkind
But youve coulda done better, I dont mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
No, dont you think twice, its all right |
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone... |
Been so long since a strange woman has slept in my bed
Look how sweet she sleeps, how free must be her dreams
In another lifetime she must have owned the world or been faithfully wed
To some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Think I’ll go out and go for a walk
Not much happening, I got someone to see
Besides, if she wakes up now, she’ll just want me to talk
I got nothing to say, specially about what could or could not be
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
I took an untrodden path once, where the swift didnt win the race
It went to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice’s face
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Outside of two men on a train platform there’s nobody in sight
They’re waiting for spring to come, smoking down the track
The world could come to an end tonight, but that’s all right
She should still be there sleepin’ when I get back
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives
Its noontime and I’m still pushing myself along the road on the darkest part
Into the narrow lanes, I can’t stumble or stay put
Someone else is speaking with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart
I’ve made shoes for everyone, even you, while I still go barefoot
I and I
In creation where one’s nature neither honors nor forgives
I and I
One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives |
Why should you have to be so frantic
You always wanted to live life in the past
Now why d you wanna be so Atlantic
You finally got your wish at last
You used to be oh so modest with your arm
Around your cigarette machine
Now you lost it all I see and you all you got is your
Two dollar bill and your hat full of gasoline |
They say evrything can be replaced
Yet evry distance is not near
So I remember evry face
Of evry man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
They say evry man needs protection
They say evry man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears hes not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released |
If youre traveling to the North Country Fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to the ones who live there
For she once was a true love of mine
And I will be your Severus all along
And I will carry this love alone
If you go when the North winds howl
When rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if shes wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howling winds
And I will be your Severus all along
And I will carry this love alone
Please see for me that her hair is hanging long
That it curls and falls all down her breast
Please see for me that her hair is hanging long
For thats the way I remember it best
And I will be your Severus all along
And I will carry this love alone
Alone
Oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooh
Oooh-ooooh Ooooh-ooh |
Let me in here
I know Ive been here
Let me into your heart
Let me know you
Let me show you
Let me roll it to you
All I have is yours
All you see is mine
And Im glad to hold you in my arms
Id have you anytime
Let me say it
Let me play it
Let me lay it on you
Let me know you
Let me show you
Let me grow upon you
All I have is yours
All you see is mine
And Im glad to hold you in my arms
Id have you anytime
Let me in here
I know Ive been herе
Let me into your heart |
Dä Herrjott säht zo Abraham: Opfer mir ne Sonn!
Wat sähs du? Ich kann dich nit verstonn!
Jott säht: Maach!
Abraham: Wat?
Kääls wie dich hann ich langsam satt
Waat, wenn ich dich krieje, besste hin!
Okay, wo soll dat Schlaachtfess sinn?
Wot immer ess – om Nürburgring!
Dä Webers Fuss met singer bloodige Naas
Hätt om Sozialamp dä Termin verpass
Hä kühmp beim Pitter
Kühmp beim Schäng: Mann
Jetz weet et langsam eng! Dä Pitter säht:
Jetz setz dich endlich hin un hahl de Fress
Ich will de Sportschau sinn!
Die kütt hück live vum Nürburgring.
Mac, dä Finger, säht zo Lui, dämm King:
Hühr zo, Mann, ich hann dat Wahnsinnsding
Un zwar en Fete, do stepp dä Bär
Do filze mer uns övver Naach zom Millionär.
Ich gläuv, ich weiß wo
Säht dodrop dä King
Un weißte wat? Ich kenn och dä Termin:
Karfriedaachnaach om Nürburgring
Un die fünfte Doochter uss der zwölfte Naach
Wirf ihrem Vatter vüür:
Du häss jet falsch gemaat
Luhr mich doch ahn, Mann
Ich benn vill zo blaß un usserdämm:
Wohers die Jüddenaas?
Dä Vatter stöhnt: Dat hann ich kumme jesinn
Stemmp, häss Rääsch: Du beese Findelkind
Kohms uss der Kurv jefloore - om Nürburgring.
Dä Pinselquäler mäht e lang Jeseech:
Vun welchem Zung brich mer ne Weltkreech?
Un usserdämm, wie weet dat plakatiert?
Un die Regie: Wer kritt dat inszeniert?
Ejal, als eeztes bruch mer en Tribün
Dä Rest dä soll dann nit mieh ming Sorch sinn
De Hauptsaach ess: Dat läuf om Nürburgring. |
Ich looch op ner Dühn
Himmelblau övver mir
Als uns Pänz Babies woore
Direk nevven dir
En mingem Schatte jewaaße un do off ignoriert
Hatt dich immer su noh
Doch nie wirklich berührt
Sara, Sara
Verroht mir wat loss ess
Wat ess he passiert?
Sara, Sara
Daach, ich kenn dich usswendisch
Un hann dich doch nie kapiert
Ich sinn se immer noch spille met ihre Förmche em Sand
Wenn die Brandung zo noh kohm
Dann sinn se jerannt
Sinn paar Muschele falle uss ner winzige Hand
Sinn se em Boot, om Wasser un widder ahn Land
Sara, Sara
Unschuldige Engel
Du strahls wie en Sonn
Sara, Sara
Wie ne Birch Diamante
Daach, ich däät dich verstonn
Weißte noch eines Nahx, ahn dämm Füer en dämm Wald
Met dä Fläsch wieße Rum – wat hammer jelallt?!
Dann die Bockspringerei en Savanna-La-Mar
Weißte noch op dämm Maat un en dä Portugalbar?
Sara, Sara
Künnt dich niemohls verjesse
Du bess immer bei mir
Sara, Sara
Ich bereu kein Sekund
Keine Häzzschlaach met dir
Wat ich jesaat hann
Weiß ich nimieh
Daach nur: Die kriej ich nie!
Doch irjendjet en mir woos et:
Kein andre – nur die!!
Dat woor domohls em Winter
Do looch Mondleech om Schnie
Wiesch dich sooch
Woot mir wärm un weich en de Knee
Sara, Sara
En Jedanke bei dir
Wo immer du bess
Sara, Sara
Wirf mir ne Strühhalm
Ich halt mich draan fess
Die Dühn ess jetz verlooße
Strandjoot litt römm
Un e Deil vun nem Wrack met jet Tang
Brung un gröön
Du häss immer jeantwoot
Ding Düer stund immer op
Häss mirn Landkaat jejovve
Wenn ich Hilf vun dir broot
Sara, Sara
Du häss mich verzaubert
Met Boore un Pfeil
Sara, Sara
Luhr mir en de Auge
Jangk nit vorbei! |
Lay, baby, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay, baby, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
Ill show them to you and youll see them shine
Lay, baby, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay, baby, stay
Stay with your girl a while
Until the break of day
Let me see you make her smile
Her clothes are dirty but her hands are clean
And shes the best thing youve ever seen
Stay, baby, stay
With your girl a while
Why wait any longer for the world to begin?
You can have your cake and eat it, too
Why wait any longer when the one that you love
Is standing in front of you?
Baby, now
Lay, baby, lay
Across my big brass bed
Stay, baby, stay
Stay while the night still ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
Lay, baby, lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay, baby, stay, baby
While the night still ahead |
Go away from my window leave at your own chosen speed
Im not the one you want babe Im not the one that you need
You say youre looking for someone never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door but it aint me babe no no no
It aint me babe it aint me youre looking for babe
Go lightly from the ledge babe go lightly on the ground
Im not the one you want babe Ill only let you down
You say youre looking for someone wholl promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you someone to close his heart
Someone to die for you and even more but it aint me babe no no no
It aint me babe it aint me youre looking for babe |
Well, I was feelin’ sad and feelin’ blue
I didn’t know what in the world I wus gonna do
Them Communists they wus comin’ around
They wus in the air
They wus on the ground
They wouldn’t gimme no peace . .
So I run down most hurriedly
And joined up with the John Birch Society
I got me a secret membership card
And started off a-walkin’ down the road
Yee-hoo, I’m a real John Bircher now!
Look out you Commies!
Now we all agree with Hitler’s views
Although he killed six million Jews
It don’t matter too much that he was a Fascist
At least you can’t say he was a Communist!
That’s to say like if you got a cold you take a shot of malaria
Well, I wus lookin’ everywhere for them gol-darned Reds
I got up in the mornin’ ’n’ looked under my bed
Looked in the sink, behind the door
Looked in the glove compartment of my car
Couldn’t find ’em . .
I wus lookin’ high an’ low for them Reds everywhere
I wus lookin’ in the sink an’ underneath the chair
I looked way up my chimney hole
I even looked deep down inside my toilet bowl
They got away . .
Well, I wus sittin’ home alone an’ started to sweat
Figured they wus in my T.V. set
Peeked behind the picture frame
Got a shock from my feet, hittin’ right up in the brain
Them Reds caused it!
I know they did . . . them hard-core ones
Well, I quit my job so I could work all alone
Then I changed my name to Sherlock Holmes
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
That ol’ Betsy Ross . .
Well, I investigated all the books in the library
Ninety percent of ’em gotta be burned away
I investigated all the people that I knowed
Ninety-eight percent of them gotta go
The other two percent are fellow Birchers . . . just like me
Now Eisenhower, he’s a Russian spy
Lincoln, Jefferson and that Roosevelt guy
To my knowledge there’s just one man
That’s really a true American: George Lincoln Rockwell
I know for a fact he hates Commies cus he picketed the movie Exodus
Well, I fin’ly started thinkin’ straight
When I run outa things to investigate
Couldn’t imagine doin’ anything else
So now I’m sittin’ home investigatin’ myself!
Hope I don’t find out anything . . . hmm, great God! |
Walk out if it doesnt feel right
I can tell youre only lying
If you got something better tonight
Dont mess up my mind with your crying, yeah
Walk out in the rain
Walk outta your dreams
Walk outta my life
If it doesnt feel right
And catch the next train
Oh honey, walk out in the rain
I have come from so far away
Just to place this ring on your finger
You said all that youve got to say
Please dont feel the need to linger, yeah
Walk out in the rain
Walk outta your dreams
Walk outta my life
If it doesnt feel right
And catch the next train
Oh honey, walk out in the rain
Its raining in the city
My poor feet, they walk til theyre sore
If you dont want my love, its a pity
I guess I cant see you anymore, yeah
Walk out in the rain
Walk outta your dreams
Walk outta my life
If it doesnt feel right
And catch the next train
Oh honey, walk out in the rain |
Fat man lookin in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin at his last meal
Hollow man lookin in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin in a blade of grass
Young man lookin in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Years Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin high, searchin low
Searchin everywhere I know
Askin the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
Blind man breakin out of a trance
Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance
Hopin to find one circumstance
Of dignity
I went to the wedding of Mary-lou
She said I dont want nobody see me talkin to you
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I wouldve got deeper, but there wasnt any need
Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men
Wasnt any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity?
Drinkin man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said hed give me information if his name wasnt used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By dignity
Footprints runnin cross the silver sand
Steps goin down into tattoo land
I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light
In the bordertowns of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
Im on the rollin river in a jerkin boat
Tryin to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin for the doctors cure
Lookin at his hands for the lines that were
And into every masterpiece of literature
For dignity
Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind
Combin his hair back, his future looks thin
Bites the bullet and he looks within
For dignity
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed
Dignity never been photographed
I went into the red, went into the black
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, Im at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what its gonna take
To find dignity |
While silent sky keeps birds
You re going through my eyes
While the water floats Now
I dream about your hair
I think I walk
But Im not sure
I do not know whether Im singing
Or when I cry wolf
Whether Im alive
I do not know
Because you are my golden age
Youre my air |
Wo woorste?
Wo hätt dich dä Wääsch hinjeführt?
Welsch Pflaster
Welsch Ääd hann ding Solle berührt?
Benn jestolpert ahm Fooß vun zwölf neblije Birje
Benn jekroche, jerobb, bess ich daach, ich däät stirve
Ahn nem Strand vun nem Meer uss Schweiß un uss Träne
Wooß em Schlund vun nem Friedhoff: Bahl weed et rääne
Tjitt Rään
Saach mer, Jung, wat hann ding Aure jesinn?
Sühß du noch jet, oder bess du längs blind?
Ich sooch e Baby, verlooße, en nem Wolfsrudel
Männer met Hämmern, bloodbesudelt
Massenhaft Redner met jespaldene Zunge
Pistole und Schwerter en Häng vun klein Junge
Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään
En Sintflut jitt et
Unfaßbar vill Rään
Wat hässte met eijene Uhre jehührt?
Wat hässte dobei deef en dir jespürt?
Do woor ne Donner, su laut, als wöhre en Warnung
En brüllende Flutwell met zischender Brandung
Jeflüster vun zehndausend, dämm keiner zohührt
Wie dämm Clown op dä Strooß, die nirjendwohin führt
Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään
En Sintflut jitt et
Unfaßbar vill Rään
Unfaßbar vill Rään
Unfaßbar vill …
Wer ess dir noch bejähnt en dä Zick ungerwääß?
Övverhaup: Wo ess dat Ziel vun dä Reis?
Do woor dat Kind met dämm Pony, dat duud en der Sood looch
Ne pechschwazze Hungk leef nem schniewieße Kääl noh
En Fee wollt mir ne Räänboore jevve
Ne Eifersuchtskranke nohm sich et Levve
Ich jonn zo dänne zoröck, die nix en dä Häng hahle
Wo die einzje Färv schwazz
Usser Nulle kein Zahle, wo zom Odme die Luff fählt
Et Wasser verjeff ess, wo Zohuss bloß e ander Woot ess für Jefängnis
Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään
En Sintflut jitt et
Unfaßbar vill Rään
Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään, et jitt Rään
En Sintflut jitt et
Unfaßbar vill Rään
Unfaßbar vill Rään
Unfaßbar vill Rään |
Where was you, mama
When the train passed your shed?
Where was you, mama
When the train passed your shed?
Standing in my front door
Wishing to the good lord I was dead
Yodle-hee-hee
Yodle one time for me, Bob!
Yodle-hee-hee
I get my breakfast here
I get my dinner down in New Orleans
I get my breakfast here
Get my dinner down in New Orleans
Gonna get me a mama
Lord, I aint never seen
Yodle-hee-hee
Id rather drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Id rather drink muddy water
Sleep in a hollow log
Than to stay in Atlanta
Treated like a dirty dog
Yodle-hee-hee
If your house catches fire
And there aint no water around
If your house catches fire
And there aint no water around
Throw my trunk out the window
Let the house burn on down
Id like to do it another time. Okay! |
Well, if youre travelin’ in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if shes wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin winds
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair hangs long
That’s the way I remember her best
Im a-wonderin if she remembers me at all
Many times Ive often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day
So if youre travelin in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine |
Jack ODiamonds, on the move
Jack ODiamonds, one-eyed knave
On the move, hits the street
Bumps his head, on the ground
Well, hes a scout, youre born to lose
Shouldnt stay
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card to play
Jack ODiamonds, yeah Jack ODiamonds
This one-eyed prince, wears a single love
Oh sure, hes not that lovely
Jack ODiamonds broke my hand
Left me here to stand
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card to land
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card
Jack ODiamonds is a high card
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card
But it aint hard enough
Jack ODiamonds can open for riches
Jack ODiamonds but then it switches
Colour by picture but its only a ten
Jack ODiamonds, yeah Jack ODiamonds
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card to play
Jack ODiamonds, yeah Jack ODiamonds
This one-eyed prince, wears a single love
Oh sure, hes not that lovely
Jack ODiamonds broke my hand
Left me here to stand
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card to play
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card
Jack ODiamonds is a high card
Jack ODiamonds is a hard card
But it aint hard enough
Jack ODiamonds can open for riches
Jack ODiamonds but then it switches
Colour by picture but its only a ten
Jack ODiamonds |
Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin like all things do
Follow me close, Im going to Bally-na-Lee
Ill lose my mind if you dont come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes
Got a tell-tale heart like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
Ill drink to the truth and the things we said
Ill drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes
A red Cadillac and a black mustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, whats next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudеs
I contain multitudes
Im just like Anne Frank, likе Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everythings flowing all at the same time
I live on a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes
Pink pedal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
Im a man of contradictions, Im a man of many moods
I contain multitudes
You greedy old wolf, Ill show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful parts
Ill sell you down the river, Ill put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
Ill keep the path open, the path in my mind
Ill see to it that theres no love left behind
Ill play Beethovens sonatas, Chopins preludes
I contain multitudes |
ローマの街は石だらけ
そこら中がいにしえの手形
寒い夜 凍え震えて
景色が二つにダブる
早く帰ろう あのホテル・ルーム
部屋に帰りゃ可愛いギリシャのむすめ<
ともに慰めあう
When I paint my masterpiece
無為に過ごすだけのコロシアム
疲れ果てた挙げ句
獅子の像さえ見る気力もなく
辛くて長いこの旅路
記憶の中の夜汽車が走る
野原でアヒルを追ってたあの日
聴こえる響きは全てがラプソディ
When I paint my masterpiece
巡る世界 まわるゴンドラ
懐かしいあのコカ・コーラ
ローマを飛んでブリュッセル
揺れるジェットに泣きたくなるよ
貝をむく少女も僧侶も
誰もが声をかけてくる
新聞には争うひとびと
力が力に負ける
いつの日か全て変わる
When I paint my masterpiece |
Après les larmes et les longs détours
Dans cette eau claire où nos enfants courent
Dans le lumière de ce nouveau jour
Lamour mattendait là
Dans les reflets tombant des nuages
Dans tes miroirs où dormait mon image
Tes mains ouvertes comme un coquillage
Lamour mattendait là
A Charron Rhône entre tes bras serrés
En bas une ville séveille
Le monde est comme il la toujours été
En même temps rien nest pareil
Sûr cette page que nos doigts déplient
Ces quelques mots quon ne ma jamais dit
Au bout de ma centaine de vies
Lamour mattendait là
Comme une fleur dans tes cheveux cachée
Qui souvre aux rayons du soleil
Le monde est comme il la toujours été
En même temps rien nest pareil
Dans la lumière de ce jour nouveau
Dans cette eau claire qui cours sur ta peau
Jai posé mon fardeau
Lamour mattendait là
Lamour mattendait là |
Everybodys building ships and boats
Some are building monuments
Others jotting down notes
Everybodys in despair
Every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybodys gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Let me do what I wanna do, I like my sugar sweet
But jumping queues and making haste
It aint my cup of meat
Everyones beneath the trees feeding pigeons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
All the pigeons gonna run to him
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Let me do what I wanna do, I like my sugar sweet
But jumping queues and making haste
Aint my cup of meat
Nobody can get no sleep, theres someone on everyones toes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybodys gonna want to doze
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn... |
There’s nothing ’round here to me thats sacred
’Cept you, yeah you
And there’s nothing round here to me that matters
’Cept you, yeah you
You’re the one that reaches me
You’re the one that I admire
Every time we meet together
I feel like Im on fire
Nothing matters to me
And there’s nothing I desire
’Cept you, yeah you
Nothing ’round here I care to try for
’Cept you, yeah you
Got nothing round here to live or die for
’Cept you, yeah you
There’s a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there’s nothing that remind me of that
Old familiar chime
’Cept you, yeah you
Used to play in the cemetery
Dance and run and sing when I was a child
And it never seemed strange
But now I just pass mournfully by
The places where the bones of life are piled
I know something has changed
Well I’m a stranger here and no one sees me
’Cept you, yeah you
Nothing anymore seems to please me
’Cept you, yeah you
And nothing hypnotizes me
Or holds me in a spell
Everything runs by me
Just like water from a well
Everybody wants my attention
Everybody’s got something to sell
Except you, yeah you
Well Im in love with you
Well Im in love with you |
I was riding on the mayflower when I thought I spied some land
I yelled down to captain arab, Ill have ya understand
Who came running to the deck and said boys forget the whale
Were goin over yonder. cut the engines. change the sails
Haul on that bowline we sang that melody
Like all tough sailors do when theyre far away at sea
I think Ill call it america. I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath. I fell down, I could not stand
Captain arab he starting writing out some deeds
He said lets build us a fort and start buying the place with beads
Just then a cop come down the street crazy as a loon
They throws us all in jail for carryin harpoons
Aw, me, I busted out dont even ask me how
I went lookin for some help, I walked past a guernsey cow
Who directed me down to the bowery slums
Where people carried signs around sayin ban the bums
I jumped right in line, sayin I hope that Im not late
When I realized I hadnt eaten for five days straight
I went into a restaurant lookin for the cook
I told him I was the editor of a famous etiquette book
The waitress he was handsome and he wore a powder blue cape
I ordered up some suzette, I said could you please make that crepe
Just then the whole kitchen exploded from boiling fat
Food was flyin everywhere I left without my hat
I didnt mean to be nosy but I went into a bank
To get some bail for arab the boys back in the tank
They asked me for some collateral and I pulled down my pants
They threw me in the alley, when up comes this girl from france
Who invited me to her house. I went, but she had a friend
Who knocked me out an robbed my boots an was I on the street again
I rapped upon a house with a u.s. flag upon display
I said can you please help me out, I got some friends down the way
The man said get out of here Ill tear you limb from limb
I said you know, they refused jesus, too. he said youre not him
Get out of here before I break your bones. I aint your pop
I decided to have him arrested and went looking for a cop
I ran right outside and hopped inside a cab
I went out the other door this english man said fab
As he saw me leap a hot dog stand and a chariot that stood
Parked across from a building advertising brotherhood
I ran right through the front door like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor and the man asked me who I was
I repeated that all my friends were in jail, with a sigh
He gave me his card and said call me if they die
I shook his hand and said goodbye and went back out on the street
When a bowling ball came down the road and knocked me off my feet
A pay phone was ringin and it just about blew my mind
When I picked it up an said hello, this foot came through the line
Well about this time I was fed up at trying to make a stab
At bringing back any help for my friends and captain arab
I decided to flip a coin, like either heads or tails
Would let me know if I should go back to ship or back to jail
So I hocked my sailors suit an I got a coin to flip
It came up tails, it rhymed with sails, so I made it back to the ship
Well I got back and took the parking ticket off the mast
I was ripping it to shreds when this coast guard boat went past
They asked me my name and I said captain kidd
They believed me but they wanted to know exactly what I did
I said for the pope of eyruke I was employed
They let me go right away, they were very paranoid
Well the last I heard of arab he was stuck on the side of a whale
That was married to the deputy sheriff of the jail
But the funniest thing was as I was leavin the bay
I saw three ships sailing and they were all headed my way
I asked the captain what his name was an how come he didnt drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus an I just said good luck |
I dont want to compete with you
Beat or cheat or mistreat you
Classify you, simplify you
Deny, decry or crucify you
All I really wanna do
Is, baby, be friends with you
Well, Im not lookin to fight with you
Frighten you or uptighten you
Bring you down or drag you down
Chain you down or bring you down
All I really wanna do
Is, baby, be friends with you
I dont wanna fake you out
Shake your pretty toy, forsake you out
I aint lookin for you to feel like me
To see like me, to be like me
Well, I dont wanna meet your kin
Make you spin or do you in
Or inspect or dissect you
Or inspect you or reject you
All I really wanna do
Is, baby, be friends with you
Baby, be friends with you
Baby, be friends with you |
E se hoje não fosse estrada
Se a noite não tivesse tanto atalho
O amanhã não fosse tão distante
Solidão seria nada pra você
Se ao menos o meu amor estivesse aqui
E eu pudesse ouvir sue coração
Se ao menos mentisse ao meu lado
Estaria em minha cama outra vez
Meu reflexo não consigo ver na água
Nem fazer canções sem uma dor
Nem ouvir o eco dos meus passos
Nem lembrar meu nome quando alguém chamou
Se ao menos o meu amor...
Há beleza no rio do meu canto
Há beleza em tudo que há no céu
Porém nada com certeza é mais bonito
Quando lembro dos olhos do meu bem
Se ao menos o meu amor... |
Lock your door tonight my friend |
Well, the man who stole the water will swim forevermore
Well he never reached the land on that golden shore
And that faint white light will haunt his heart
Till its only a memory lost in the dark
So dig your hole in the ground
All the way down to hell
But there aint no more water in the well, well, well
When youre down on your knees
With nothing left to sell
Dig a little deeper in the well, well, well
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
The water used to run so clear and so fresh
Now what youd do with this fresh
The man sells us back our water like were fish on line
Gonna turn our blood into his wine
Dig a hole in the ground
All the way down to hell
Till there aint no more water in the
Well, well, well
When youre down on your knees with nothing left to sell
Try digging a little deeper in the well, well, well
Well, well, well
Take care of your body like you care for your soul
Dont you dig yourself into a hole
Until youve paid the price you dont know the worth
The air and water, the fire and earth
Dig a hole in the ground
All the way down to hell
Till there aint no more water in the
Well, well, well
When youre down on your knees with nothing left to sell
Try digging a little deeper in the well well well
Break it down
Well, the man who stole the water will swim forevermore
Well he never reached the land on that golden shore
And that faint white light will haunt his heart
Till its only a memory lost in the dark
So dig a hole in the ground
All the way down to hell
Till there aint no more water in the
Well, well, well
When youre down on your knees with nothing left to sell
Try digging a little deeper in the well, well, well
Well, well, well
Well, well, well
Digging a little deeper
Digging a little deeper
Well, well, well
Digging a little deeper
Digging a little deeper
Well, well, well |
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you
Honey, just allow me one more chance
Ahll do anything with you
Well, I’m a-walkin down the road
With my head in my hand
Im lookin’ for a woman
Needs a worried man
Just-a one kind favor I ask you
Low me just-a one more chance
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your aeroplane
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To ride your passenger train
Well, Ive been lookin all over
For a gal like you
I cant find nobody
So youll have to do
Just-a one kind favor I ask you
Low me just-a one more chance
Honey, just allow me one more chance
To get along with you
Honey, just allow me one more chance
Ahll do anything with you
Well, lookin’ for a woman
That ain’t got no man
Is just lookin for a needle
That is lost in the sand
Just-a one kind favor I ask you
’Low me just-a one more chance |
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev’rybody knows
That Baby’s got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
Queen Mary, she’s my friend
Yes, I believe I’ll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can’t be blessed
Till she sees finally that she’s like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what’s worse
Is this pain in here
I can’t stay in here
Ain’t it clear that—
I just can’t fit
Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don’t let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl |
Tweedle-dee Dum e Tweedle-dee Dee
Sgobbano al sole di mezzodì
Tirano sassi a un albero storto
Spargono polvere dossa di morto
Vivono al confine di Shan-Gli-La
Prendono quello che Dio gli dà
Parlano poco gli va bene così
A Tweedle-dee Dum e Tweedle-dee Dee
Salgono su un tram chiamato Desiderio
Vanno in campagna, mollano il lavoro
Guardano un dolce nella vetrina
Si rivoltano le tasche ma non cè una lira
Potrebbero andarsene chissà dove
Ma vedono una strada che porta al sole
è la voce del Padrone che ci chiama da lì
Fa Tweedle-dee Dum a Tweedle-dee Dee
Tweedle-dee Dee e Tweedle-dee Dum
Alzano il tiro vanno più in là
Ad imparare la lingua del vento
Sotto lincudine del firmamento
Tweedle-dee Dum dice a Tweedle-dee Dee
Levati dai piedi, vattene da qui
Sono bambini, sono fatti così
Tweedle-dee Dum e Tweedle-dee Dee
La pioggia crepita sul davanzale
Del bene che ti voglio tu non sai che fare
Bolle la zuppa, la pappa arriva
Aglio, cervello e olio doliva
Prega in ginocchio Tweedle-dee Dee
Dammene un poco, va bene così
Tutto va bene se proprio ti va
Fa Tweedle-dee Dee a Tweedle-dee Dum
Sono contenti di come si sta
Tweedle-dee Dee e Tweedle-dee Dum
Un po più poveri e malridotti
Scendono in parata con i poliziotti
Stanno in camuffa, alzano il grano
Svoltano alla grande, sono qualcuno
E aprono un negozio di attacchi da sci
Tweedle-dee Dum e Tweedle-dee Dee
I sogni di un tempo non passano mai
Tieniti nel cuore lamore che hai
La mia ragazza voleva di più
Adesso ha un vestito che vale un Perù
Tweedle-dee Dee invecchia da cane
Tweedle-dee Dum tira fuori un pugnale
Sarebbe molto meglio finirla qui
Fa Tweedle-dee Dum a Tweedle-dee Dee |
My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge
The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing |
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
His mama sure was proud of him!
He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all
His mama’s face broke out all in a grin
“Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine
You make me proud to know you hold a gun
Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get
And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home”
As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout
Telling’ everyone in the neighborhood:
“That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know”
She made well sure her neighbors understood
She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile
As she showed them to the people from next door
And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
And these things you called a good old-fashioned war
Oh! Good old-fashioned war!
Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come
They ceased to come for about ten months or more
Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train
Your son’s a-coming home from the war”
She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around
But she could not see her soldier son in sight
But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last
When she did she could hardly believe her eyes
Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off
And he wore a metal brace around his waist
He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know
While she couldn’t even recognize his face!
Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face
“Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done
How is it you come to be this way?”
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And the mother had to turn her face away
“Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do?
I was on the battleground, you were home. Acting proud
You wasn’t there standing in my shoes”
“Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?
I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
And I saw that his face looked just like mine”
Oh! Lord! Just like mine!
“And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink
That I was just a puppet in a play
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke
And a cannon ball blew my eyes away”
As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock
At seeing’ the metal brace that helped him stand
But as he turned to go, he called his mother close
And he dropped his medals down into her hand |
It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you dont know by now
It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It dont matter anyhow
When the rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and Ill be gone
Youre the reason Im travellin on
Dont think twice, its all right
There aint no use in turning on your light, babe
That light Ill never know
There aint no use in turning on your light, babe
Im on the dark side of the road
Still, I wish there was something you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin anyway
Dont think twice, its all right
There aint no use in callin out my name, girl
Like you never did before
There aint no use in callin out my name, girl
I cant hear you anymore
Im athinkin and wonderin all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child untold
Gave her my heart but she wanted my soul
Dont think twice, its all right
Im goin down that long, lonesome road, girl
Where Im bound for, I cant tell
Goodbye is a too good a word, girl
So Ill just say fare thee well
Now I aint sayin you treated me unkind
You couldve done better, but I dont mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Dont think twice, its all right
Dont think twice, its all right
Dont think twice, its all right |
Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the moonlight’s on the riverside
They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide
I live in another world where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung with lovers pearls and all I see are dark eyes
A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer
Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise
Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes
They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes
Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes |
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gathrin
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now aint the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now aint the time for your tears
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didnt even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now aint the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that alls equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books aint pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin that way without warnin
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For nows the time for your tears |
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Everybodys buildin
Big ships and boats
Some are buildin monuments
Others jottin down notes
Everybodys in despair
Every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody gonna jump for joy
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Now, I likes to do just like the rest
I likes my sugar sweet
But guardin queues and making haste
Well, it aint my cup of meat
Everybodys standin around
Feedin pigеons on a limb
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets hеre
Them pigeons gonna fly to him
Now, come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Now, cats meow and the cows moo
I cant recite them all
Just tell me where it hurts you, baby
And Ill tell you who to call
Nobody can get any sleep
Theres someone on everybodys toes
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybodys gonna doze
Now, come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Now, come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn
Come all without, come all within
Youll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn |
Ive just reached a place
Where the willow dont bend
Theres not much more to be said
Its the top of the end
Im going
Im going
Im gone
Im closin the book
On the pages and the text
And I dont really care
What happens next
Im just going
Im going
Im gone
I been hangin on threads
I been playin it straight
Now, Ive just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
So Im going
Im going
Im gone
Grandma said, Boy, go and follow your heart
And youll be fine at the end of the line
All thats gold isnt meant to shine
Dont you and your one true love ever part.
I been walkin the road
I been livin on the edge
Now, Ive just got to go
Before I get to the ledge
So Im going
Im just going
Im gone |
If your memry serves you well
We were gonna meet again and wait
So Im goin to unpack all my things
And sit down before it gets too late
When no man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memry served you well
This wheels on fire
Rollin down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode
If your memry served you well
I was gonna confiscate all your lace
And wrap it up in a sailors knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was oh so hard to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memry served you well
This wheels on fire
Rollin down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode
If your memry served you well
Youll remember youre the one
That called on me to call on them
To get your favor done
And after evry plan had failed
There was nothing more to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memry served you well
This wheels on fire
Rollin down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode
Well, no man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memry served you well
This wheels on fire
Rollin down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode |
2 dollars and 99 cents
All mine I go down
2 dollars and 99 cents
And two more
For to go
Lord, lord tomorrow people go
Dont want a two dollar bill
1 dollar 99 cents
You got 10 dollars want a 2 dollar bill
10 dollars and 99 cents
good night
Had a night with me and on the devils son
Aint bus we’ll keep it level
Do or die, man comes along and
Why but why shouldnt I?
2 dollars and 99 cents
2 dollars and 99 cents
Well she walk asks how much is that mister
2 dollars and 99 cents
Oh you better go back and ask your sister
For 2 dollars and 99 cents
Oh I am
2 dollars and 99 cents
But you keep my way with your
Do or die, why too much to cry
Why oh why oh why why shouldn’t I? |
One, two, three, four
Seen the arrow on the doorpost
Saying, “This land is condemned
All the way from New Orleans
To Jerusalem
I traveled through East Texas
Where many martyrs fell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, I heard that hoot owl singin
As they were taking down the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers wеll
But nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Williе McTell
See them big plantations a-burnin
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them tribes a-moanin
Hear that undertakers bell
Nobody can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Theres a woman by the river
With some fine young handsome man
Hes dressed up like a squire
Bootlegged whiskey in his hand
Theres a chain gang on the highway
I can hear them rebels yell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
Well, God is in His heaven
And we all want whats His
But power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
Im gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell |
Last week in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers... Well, I dont have to tell you who Bob Dylan is, the greatest writer of our time was at our house. And he and I sat down and wrote a song together, let me see if I can find... yeah, here it is. Its called Wanted Man. Do you know the introduction, Bob?
Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Dont you breathe it to nobody cause you know Im on the lam
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson, wanted man in this next town
Well, Ive had all that I wanted of a lot of things I had
And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad
I got sidetracked in El Paso, stopped to get myself a map
Went the wrong way into Juarez with Juanita on my lap
Then I went to sleep in Shreveport, woke up in Abilene
Wondering why the hell Im wanted at some town halfway between
Wanted man in Albuquerque, wanted man in Syracuse
Wanted man in Tallahassee, wanted man in Baton Rouge
Theres somebody set to grab me anywhere that I might be
And wherever you might look tonight, you might get a glimpse of me
Wanted man in California, wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City, wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi, wanted man in old Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man |
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath’rin’
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn’t even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all’s equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain’t pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught ’em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin’ that way without warnin’
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears |
I saw it advertised one day
Bear Mountain picnic was comin’ my way
“Come along ’n’ take a trip
We’ll bring you up there on a ship
Bring the wife and kids
Bring the whole family”
Yippee!
Well, I run right down ’n’ bought a ticket
To this Bear Mountain Picnic
But little did I realize
I was in for a picnic surprise
Had nothin’ to do with mountains
I didn’t even come close to a bear
Took the wife ’n’ kids down to the pier
Six thousand people there
Everybody had a ticket for the trip
“Oh well,” I said, “it’s a pretty big ship
Besides, anyway, the more the merrier”
Well, we all got on ’n’ what d’ya think
That big old boat started t’ sink
More people kept a-pilin’ on
That old ship was a-slowly goin’ down
Funny way t’ start a picnic
Well, I soon lost track of m’ kids ’n’ wife
So many people there I never saw in m’ life
That old ship sinkin’ down in the water
Six thousand people tryin’ t’ kill each other
Dogs a-barkin’, cats a-meowin’
Women screamin’, fists a-flyin’, babies cryin’
Cops a-comin’, me a-runnin’
Maybe we just better call off the picnic
I got shoved down ’n’ pushed around
All I could hear there was a screamin’ sound
Don’t remember one thing more
Just remember wakin’ up on a little shore
Head busted, stomach cracked
Feet splintered, I was bald, naked . .
Quite lucky to be alive though
Feelin’ like I climbed outa m’ casket
I grabbed back hold of m’ picnic basket
Took the wife ’n’ kids ’n’ started home
Wishin’ I’d never got up that morn
Now, I don’t care just what you do
If you wanta have a picnic, that’s up t’ you
But don’t tell me about it, I don’t wanta hear it
’Cause, see, I just lost all m’ picnic spirit
Stay in m’ kitchen, have m’ own picnic . .
In the bathroom
Now, it don’t seem to me quite so funny
What some people are gonna do f’r money
There’s a bran’ new gimmick every day
Just t’ take somebody’s money away
I think we oughta take some o’ these people
And put ’em on a boat, send ’em up to Bear Mountain . .
For a picnic |
They say everything can be replaced
Yet every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
They say every man needs protection
They say every man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he’s not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released |
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
They were my own dreams and they’re only in my head
I said, “Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain”
He said, “Nurse, get your pad, this boy’s insane”
He grabbed my arm, I said, “Ouch!”
As I landed on the psychiatric couch
He said, “Tell me about it”
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o’clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on
Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town
I stood a-wondering which way to go
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter and walked on down the road
It was a normal day
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell
“Give me a string bean, I’m a hungry man”
A shotgun fired and away I ran
I don’t blame them too much though, I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man
I said, “Howdy friend, I guess there’s just us two”
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
“Let’s go and play Adam and Eve”
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin’
When she said, “Hey man, you crazy or sumpin’
You see what happened last time they started”
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun’
I got into the driver’s seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war
Well, I remember seein’ some ad
So I turned on my Conelrad
But I didn’t pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn’t work so well
Turned on my record player—
It was Rock-a-day Johnny singin’, “Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa
Our Love’s A-gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah”
I was feelin’ kinda lonesome and blue
I needed somebody to talk to
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind
“When you hear the beep it will be three o’clock”
She said that for over an hour
And I hung up
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then
Sayin’, “Hey I’ve been havin’ the same old dreams
But mine was a little different you see
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me
I didn’t see you around”
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody’s having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves
Walkin’ around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can’t be all right all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
I said that |
Our conversation was short and sweet
It nearly swept me off-a my feet
And Im back in the rain, oh, oh
And you are on dry land
You made it there somehow
Youre a big girl now
Bird on the horizon, sitting on a fence
Hes singing his song for me at his own expense
And Im just like that bird, oh, oh
Singing just for you
I hope that you can hear
Hear me singing through these tears
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast
Oh, but what a shame that all weve shared cant last
I can change, I swear, oh, oh
See what you can do
I can make it through
You can make it too
Love is so simple, to quote a phrasе
Youve known it all the time, Im lеarning it these days
Oh, I know where I can find you, oh, oh
In somebodys room
Its a price I have to pay
Youre a big girl all the way
A change in the weather is known to be extreme
But whats the sense of changing horses in midstream?
Im going out of my mind, oh, oh
With a pain that stops and starts
Like a corkscrew to my heart
Ever since weve been apart |
Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Aint no use jiving
Aint no use joking
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates
Broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words are never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Now it seems like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws
Broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, it feels like youre chokin
Everything is broken
Broken hands, broken ploughs
Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bullfrog croaking
Oh baby everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face |
Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist, she dont look back
Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist, she dont look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime, paint the daytime black
You can start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
You can start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees
But youll wind up peeking through her keyhole on your knees
She never stumbles, shes got no place to fall
No, she never stumbles, shes got no place to fall
Shes nobodys child, the law cant touch her at all
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet, for Christmas, give her a drum |
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin’ me insane
It’s a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel
He hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin
If you’re havin’ a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law
Everybody says
She’s the brains behind pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s twenty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more |
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Om den blok hvor jeg har mit rum
Jeg spør ham, hvad er meningen
Men jeg ved godt han er stum
Kvinderne er søde
Tapetserer mig med tape
Og jeg ved dybt i mit hjerte
At jeg aldrig slipper væk
.
Åh mor skal det ende sådan her
Jeg er strandet midt i Århus med en blues der gør mig sær
.
Shakespeare er i byen
De spidse bjældesko er seje
Taler med en franskmand
Som siger hun kender mig
Jeg sendte hende gerne
En nysgerrig besked
Men indbakken er slettet
Min mailbox lukket ned
.
Åh mor...
.
Mona prøvede at sige
Hold dig væk fra jernbanen
De drikker blod som var det vin
De der jernbanemænd
Jeg sagde Det vidste jeg ikke
Jeg har kun kendt en og han var træt
Han røg mit ene øjenlåg og
Overfaldt min cigaret
.
Åh mor...
.
Bedstefar han døde
Blev begravet i min have
Alle var chokerede
Verden er af lave
Men jeg så det komme
Han havde mistet al kontrol
Da han tændte bål på strøget
Og skød løs med sin Colt
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Åh mor...
.
Et byrådsmedlem delte
Billetter ud i flæng
Han søn han skulle giftes
På en Egå blomstereng
Og jeg blev næsten nuppet
Uden gyldigt backstagepas
Skjult under en lastbil
Med et fyldt champagneglas
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Åh mor...
.
Præsten blev forbløffet
Da jeg bad ham om lidt trøst
Hvorfor har du 20 pund headlines
Hæfteklammet til dit bryst?
Han forbanded mig da jeg hvisked
Selv ikke du kan skjule dig
Jeg håber det er i orden
At du er ligesom mig
.
Åh mor...
.
Jeg har en kur ja måske to
Sagde regnmanden og bød mig ind
den ene medicin fra Staden
Den anden jernbanegin
Som et fjols så blanded jeg dem
Og de vælted mig omkuld
Så jeg misted tidsfornemmelsen
Blev grim og hønefuld
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Åh mor...
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Ruth sir Kom og se mig
Jeg har et værtshus hvor du frit
Kan se mig danse vals
Knder månen lisså tit
Men Ruth du har da hørt
Om min uskyld, det har du da
Din uskyld ved hvad du har brug for
Men Ruth ved hvad du vil ha
.
Åh mor...
.
Der ligger brosten midt på strøget
Mellem syge neon mænd
Timingen er helt perfekt
Hvor fører det os hen
Jeg venter så tålmodig
Hvad er prisen kære ven
Vi må betale for at slippe
For at skulle igennem det igen
.
Åh mor... |
Allemohle baue Scheffe
Allemohle baue Boote
Manche baue Monumente
Oder schrieve dauernd Note
Allemohle sinn verzweifelt
Un su manches weet bereut
Doch wenn Quinn, dä Eskimo, optauch
Weed sich nur noch wie beklopp jefreut
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns
Quinn, dä Eskimo!
Ich pass mich jähn
Dä Mehrheit ahn
Op Sößes stonn och
Ne Feuermelders nix für mich
Die Dinger sinn verflooch
All sinn he total bedeent
Föödre Duuve, suffe Wing
Doch wenn Quinn, dä Eskimo, optauch
Dann läuf jeder direk zo ihm hin
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns
Quinn, dä Eskimo!
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns
Quinn, dä Eskimo!
Die Katz miaut
Die Koh mäht muh
Die krieg ich imitiert
Zeich mir, wo dir jet wieh deit, Frollein
Schon bess du kuriert
Manch einer, dä nit schloofe kann
Steht singem Jäjenövver op de Zieh
Doch wenn Quinn, dä Eskimo, optauch
Hammer all kein Probleme mieh
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns
Quinn, dä Eskimo!
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns
Quinn, dä Eskimo!
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns
Quinn, dä Eskimo!
Jetz ess e he
Jetz ess e do
Jetz ess e bei uns ... |
In 1974 I played the first of many shows with the Band—maybe in eight years. We were in a hockey arena in Chicago. There were maybe 18,000 people there. The Band and I hadn’t played publicly together since 1966 where our shows caused a lot of disruption and turmoil—a lot of anger. Now we were in Chicago starting up again. There was no way to predict what was going to happen. At the end of the concert we had played over 25 or 30 songs and we were standing on the stage looking out. The audience was in semi-darkness. All of a sudden, somebody lit a match. And then somebody else lit another match. In short time, there were areas of the arena that were engulfed in matches. Within seconds after that, it looked like the whole arena was in flames and that all the people in the arena had struck matches and were going to burn the place down. The Band and I looked for the nearest stage exit as none of us wanted to go down in flames. It seemed like nothing had changed. If we thought the response was extreme on the earlier tours we played, this was positively apocalyptic. Every one of us on the stage thought that we’d really done it this time—that the fans were going to burn the arena down. Obviously we were wrong. We misinterpreted and misunderstood the reaction of the crowd. What we believed to be disapproval was actually a grand appreciative gesture. Appearances can be deceiving.
For this series of paintings, the idea was to create pictures that would not be misinterpreted or misunderstood by me or anybody else. When the Halcyon Gallery brought the idea of me doing American landscapes for an exhibition, all they had to do was say it once. And after a bit of clarification, I took it to heart and ran with it. The common theme of these works having something to do with the American landscape—how you see it while crisscrossing the land and seeing it for what it’s worth. Staying out of the mainstream and traveling the back roads, free-born style. I believe that the key to the future is in the remnants of the past. That you have to master the idioms of your own time before you can have any identity in the present tense. Your past begins the day you were born and to disregard it is cheating yourself of who you really are.
My idea was to keep things simple, only deal with what is externally visible. These paintings are up to the moment realism—archaic, most static, but quivering in appearance. They contradict the modern world. However, that’s my doing. The San Francisco Chinatown street stands merely two blocks away from corporate, windowless buildings. But these cold giant structures have no meaning for me in the world that I see or choose to see or be a part of or gain entrance to. If you look half a block away from the Coney Island hot-dog stand, the sky is littered with high rises. I choose not to see them either. Down the road, across the highway from the Cabin in the Woods is a manicured golf course. But it has little meaning compared to the seemingly worthless shack which speaks to me. The Alabama Side Show is surrounded by woods in all directions. The side show happens to be in a clearing and you go there by dirt road. I chose to paint the side show instead of the endless woods. There are countless other works where this is also true.
All the iconography is used in a semi-conscious way. I chose images because of the meanings they have for me, and patterns can be seen in the repeating images—roads, shacks, piers, automobiles, streets, bayous, railroad tracks, bridges, motels, truck stops, power lines, farmyards, theater marquees, churches, signs and symbols, etc.—all establishing a certain type of compositional value. I would say the purpose is plain, non-experimental or exploratory.
Some of these works have much complexity of detail. Some are less demanding . . . in some cases my hand couldn’t do what my eye was perceiving. So I went to the camera-obscura method. The camera obscura was a primitive camera invented in the 1600s which projected an image upside down so the painter could work from it. This was a real camera, but the image was not printable. It could only be seen and filled in. Caravaggio used this in about all of his paintings and so did Van Eyck and Vermeer. These days you don’t have to go to all that trouble. You can use a real camera. I put a 58-mm 0.43x wide-angle conversion lens onto a used Nikon D3300 Af-p on quite a few paintings, Downtown Bank, Katz’s, Nathans, Russ & Daughters, Roy’s, Blue Line, among others, and was able to get the desired effect. If that didn’t work, I used a convex Plexiglass RCA 24 x 20 television screen that can be found in old junk shops and looked at the world through that. On Curry Road in Arizona, I used an old movie frame, and I did that on a couple of different paintings, too. In just as many others I drew it straight on. Topanga Ranch, Ice Cream Factory, Truck Stops, Flat Top Mt. Diner, and Del Rio Cantina. The method with the particular altered lens was used for fullness of effect. In a lot of the other cases, all I needed was a straight edge, compass, and a T square going on a case-by-case basis without abandoning tradition or adhering to any conventions or aesthetic doctrines.
The watercolors and acrylics done here purposely show little or no emotion, yet I would say they are not necessarily emotionally stringent. The attempt was made to represent reality and images as they are without idealizing them. My idea is to compose works that create stability, working with generalized, universal, and easily identifiable objects. Throughout, there is the attempt to depict scenes of life and inanimate life for their own sake . Da Vinci paints a blurred picture—you see no lines but clouds that fade into one another with different color schemes. An opposing view would be Mondrian and Van Gogh with strict lines that define the volumes of space. In the middle somewhere would be Kandinsky and Rouault. And these paintings would probably fall into that category.
An attempt was made to depersonalize the works—strip them of illusion. All the work is exclusively placed in non-exotic settings within a rationally defined space. The focus points are important and sometimes unusually placed. Background and foreground not easily defined. In Amusement Park Alleyway, the focus point is the Ferris wheel in the background. The orange Chevy truck might be centered in the foreground but it’s not the focal point. In Morning in Pittsburgh, the focal point would be the bridge in the background instead of the larger warehouse in the foreground. Just like in the Flat Top Diner, the focal point might actually be the green trees.
I tried to create the two dimensional image using a mathematical system. At times, the background and foreground converge. Natural scenery is always the main feature. These are not crowded compositions. They are using basic structures to express feelings and ideas. Perfect proportion and logic instead of emotion. The nature of beauty, the lines, forms, shape, and texture that emphasize the recognizable create harmony where natural scenery is the main feature.
I restricted myself to traditional subject matter, viewing nothing as shallow or gaudy. A simple hot-dog stand can have classical features, and I view it as such . Whiplash curves, flying buttresses, pointed steeples, arches, and waves. They are all there, reflecting any time period, purposely trying to stay away from dramatic or theatrical lighting effects, bringing naturalism to the forefront.
In some paintings, the brightness of reflected light was brought forth in evident brushstrokes. Sometimes sunlight hitting certain places would contrast deeply with areas of shadow . I tried to avoid skewed perspectives or man-made light, yet sometimes it couldn’t be avoided. An expert painter is a master in color theory, which means he can turn white into black using a complex value system of colors and hues like a Mark Rothko. “The Beaten Path” however, reflects explorations in color, sometimes using colors that become less pronounced and outlines that become less precise. Other times tipping toward the monochromatic .
Flowing or curved lines form another visual vehicle, suggesting a far distance in a landscape painting. Architecture itself is always a vital source of ideas and inspiration, but, always, “The Beaten Path” tries to return to the traditional methods of perceptions—things that are perceived in the visible world—taking the three dimensional into a two dimensional format using contrast, location, isolation, and convergence.
If there is a soundtrack to this compilation of paintings, I would say it could be recordings by Peetie Wheatstraw in some places, Charlie Parker in others, Clifford Brown or Blind Lemon, maybe Guitar Slim—artists that make us a lot bigger when listening to them. It would have to be that way. Absolutely.
There was a conscious attempt to dismiss consumer culture or popular culture, including mass media, commercial art, celebrities, consumer or product packaging, billboard signs, comic strips, magazine advertising. “The Beaten Path” works represent a different subject matter from the everyday imagery of consumer culture. There is nothing to suggest these paintings were inspired by the writings of Sigmund Freud or that they were based on any mental images that occur in dreams, no fantasy worlds, religious mysticism or ambiguous subject matter. In every picture the viewer doesn’t have to wonder whether it’s an actual object or a delusional one. If the viewer visited where the picture actually existed, he or she would see the same thing. It is what unites us all. |
Ma, take this badge off of me
I cant use it any more
It is getting dark, too dark to see
Feel like I am knocking on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door
Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door |
Rorschachs Journal: October 12th, 1985
Tonight, a comedian died in New York
Theyre selling postcards of the hanging
Well, theyre painting the passports brown
Yeah, the beauty parlors filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Oh, now look, here comes the blind commissioner
Well, they got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The others in his pants
And the riot squad theyre restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight from
Desolation Row
Cindеrella, she seems so easy
Wеll, it takes one to know one, she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
Oh, Bette Davis style
And now here comes Romeo, moaning
You belong to me, I believe
And if someone says, Youre in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave
And then the only sound thats left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on
Desolation Row
Yeah!
Now at midnight, all the agents
And superhuman crew
Go out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Theyre going to bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that no one is escaping to
Desolation Row
Cause right now, I cant read too good
Dont send me no letters, no
Not unless youre going to mail them from
Desolation Row
Ah! |
Tas notika citā posmā, darba un asins pilnā
Tumsa priekšrocība un ceļš dubļu klāts
Ienāca no āra, cilvēks bez satura
Nāc iekšā, viņa teica, būsi aizvējā
Un atkal ceļu braukšu, vari atstāt savas drēbes
Viņai vienmēr došu labāko, apsolos
Šajā nāves pasaulē, kur bezcerīgi cīnās
Nāc iekšā, viņa teica, būsi aizvējā
Pēkšņi apgriezos, tur viņa stāvēja
Ar sudraba sprādzi ap kāju ar ziediem matos
Viņa lēnām pienāca un satvēra manas sāpes
Nāc iekšā, viņa teica, būsi aizvējā
Tagad starp mums siena, kaut kas pazaudēts
Pieņemu, pārāk daudz jūtas saskrējās
Iedomājies - viss iesākās vienā tukšā rītā
Nāc iekšā, viņa teica, būsi aizvējā
Zinu, šerifs staigā pa naglām un mācītājs blakus jāj
Nekas daudz nav svarīgs, beigās neieskaitās
Aklais kapracis pūš savā ragā
Nāc iekšā, viņa teica, būsi aizvējā
Esmu dzirdējis jauni dzimušos raudot rīta gaismā
Un veci vīri bez zobiem, zaudējuši prātu
Vai sapratu tavu jautājumu, viss ir beigts un pagalam
Nāc iekšā, viņa teica, būsi aizvējā |
Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist
She dont look back
Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist
She dont look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees
She wears an Egyptian ring
It sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
It sparkles before she speaks
Shes a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween, buy her a trumpet
For Christmas, give her a drum
She never stumbles
Shes got no place to fall
She never stumbles
Shes got no place to fall
Shes nobodys child
The law cant touch her at all
Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist
She dont look back
Shes got everything she needs, shes an artist
She dont look back
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black |
Do you leave me now cry
All I can do to you goodbye
Well I went and booked my ticket
Boy, youre just so wicked I don’t even try
And its a lonely road and its all lotta do
I cant make it alone
Baby you’ve been thinking about
And its all I can do to tell you that I know its so
Well if I couldnt have tomorrow
Tomorrow
Well dont try to leave me
So I do what you tell
I cant make it alone
midnight
She calls my name but then she goes away
so hard to keep her to stay
Well if I could get my ticket
You know I finally
But oh that woman is so wicked
That I dont even |
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
Theres ivy leaf and silver thorn
The streets have names that you cant pronounce
Gold is down to a quarter of an ounce
The music starts and the people sway
Everybody says, Are you going my way?
Uncle Tom still workin for Uncle Bill
Scarlet Town is under the hill
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin his face, heapin prayers on his head
So brave and true, so gentle is he
Ill weep for him as hed weep for me
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
Scarlet Town, in the hot noon hours
Theres palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late
By marble slabs and in fields of stone
You make your humble wishes known
I touched the garment, but the hem was torn
In Scarlet Town, where I was born
In Scarlet Town, the end is near
The Seven Wonders of the World are here
The evil and the good, livin side by side
All human forms seem glorified
Put your heart on a platter and see wholl bite
See wholl hold you and kiss you good night
Theres walnut groves and maple wood
In Scarlet Town cryin, wont do no good
In Scarlet Town, you fight your fathers foes
Up on the hill, a chilly wind blows
You fight em on high and you fight em down in
You fight em with whiskey, morphine and gin
Youve got legs that can drive men mad
A lot of things we didnt do, that I wish we had
In Scarlet Town, the sky is clear
Youll wish to God that you stayed right here
Set em Joe, play Walkin the Floor
Play it for my flat-chested junkie whore
Im staying up late, Im making amends
While we smile, our heaven descends
If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime
All things are beautiful, in their time
The black and the white, the yellow and the brown
Its all right there in front of you in Scarlet Town |
They called everybody
But when
but I cant
And when the King of France
came to the USA
It was all in nobodys friend
knows what its all about
Let me tell you a story bout the King of France
When he came to the USA
He was a
he had something to
and the hungry people, they shout
tell you so
they shout
knows what its all about
to go
he just went and nobody just |
Oh, I’m sailin away my own true love
I’m a-sailin away in the morning
Is there somethin I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?
No, there’s nothin you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin Ima wishing to be ownin
Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Ah, but I just thought you might want somethin fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
Well, if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m a-wishin to be ownin
Well I might be gone a long old time
And it’s only that I’m asking
Is there somethin I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passing
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I want again tomorrow
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin
Sayin I don’t know when I’ll be comin back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin
If a-you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is a-roamin
I’m sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s somethin you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather |
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the childs balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying
Temptations page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan, but unlike before
You discover that youd just be one more
Person crying
So dont fear
If you hear
A foreign sound
To your ear
Its alright, Ma
Im only sighing
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons, great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say dont hate nothing at all
Except hatred
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
Its easy to see without lookin too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
And though the rules of the road have been lodged
Its only peoples games that you got to dodge
And its alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs that con
You into thinking youre the one
That can do whats never been done
That can win whats never been won
Meantime, life outside goes on
All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand, with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
To satisfy, ensure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he, or she, or them, or it
That you belong to
But though the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destiny
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be
Nothing more than something they invest in
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And say God bless him
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from societys pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That hes in
But I mean no harm, nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But its alright, Ma, if I cant please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesnt talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killers pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think deaths honesty
Wont fall upon em naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed
Graveyards, false goals, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say, okay, Ive had enough
What else can you show me?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
Theyd probably put my head in a guillotine
But its alright, Ma, its life, and life only |
Twas in another lifetime
One of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue
And the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness
A creature void of form
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
If I pass this way again
You can rest assured
Ill always do my best for her
On that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death
Men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
Not a word was spoke between us
There was little risk involved
Everything up to that point
Had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place
Where its always safe and warm
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
I was burned out from exhaustion
Buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes
An blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
Suddenly I turned around
And she was standin there
With silver bracelets on her wrists
And flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully
And took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
Now theres a wall between us
Somethin theres been lost
I took too much for granted
Got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began
On a long-forgotten morn
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails
And the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much
Its doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker
He blows a futile horn
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
Ive heard newborn babies wailin
Like a mournin dove
And old men with broken teeth
Stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man
Is it hopeless and forlorn?
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
In a little hilltop village
They gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation
An they gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence
And got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm
Well, Im livin in a foreign country
But Im bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razors edge
Someday Ill make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock
To when God and her were born
Come in, she said
Ill give you shelter from the storm |
Well far between sundowns finish and midnights broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway thunder crashin
As majestic bells of boats struck shadows in the sun
Sayin it may be the chimes of freedom flashin
Flashin for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashin for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight
And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin
Well in the citys melted furnace unexpectedly we watched
With faces hiddеn here while thе walls were tightenin
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowing rain
Dissolved into the wild bales of lightnin
Yeah tollin for the rebel yeah tollin for the raked
Tollin for the luckless the abandoned and forsaked
Yeah tollin for the outcasts burnin constantly at stakes
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin
And then through a cloud-like curtain in a far off corner flashed
Theres a hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftin
Well electric light still struck like arrows
Fired but for the ones condemned to drift or else be kept from driftin
Well tollin for the searching ones on this speechless secret trail
For the lonesome haunted lovers with too personal a tale
And for each young heart for each channeled soul misplaced inside a jail
Yeah we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin
Well starry eyed and laughin I recall when we were caught
Trapped by an old track of vows for the hands suspended
As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed Has the tollin ended?
Yeah tollin for the achin ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused accused misused strung out ones at worst
And for every hung out person in the whole wide universe
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin |
Subsets and Splits