Up in a sterilized room. where they let you be lazy. knowing your attitude's all wrong. and you got to change. and that's not easy. dragon shining with all values known.
Sparkle on the ocean. Eagle at the top of a tree. Those crazy crows always making a commotion. This land is home to me.. . I was talking to my neighbor.
Look out the left the captain said. the lights down there, that's where we'll land. i saw a falling star burn up. above the las vegas sands. it wasn't the one that you gave to me.
So you want me to buy you a car. Why? Because Elvis did?. Darlin' come on. . Because Elvis gave 'em cars. You think I'm cheap. And you're hard done by.
Of the darkness in men's minds. What can you say. That wasn't marked by history. Or the T.V. news today. He gets away with murder. The blizzards come and go.
If you hear a politician. Or a singer making song. Do you just refuse to listen. Knowing that he must be wrong. . That's the way it is, you know. You just see what you want to see.
I picked the morning paper off the floor. it was full of other people's little wars. wouldn't they like their peace. don't we get bored. and we call for the three great stimulants.
Dance to my rumba. Beat it [maybe a drum?], enjoy, look mama [maybe meaning "look at me and learn the steps."]. Dance, look mama. Beat it, enjoy, look.
Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. Lay 'em down lay 'em down now. Study war no more. Lay down your arms. Study war no more. . Newsreels rattle the Nazi dread.
Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness--. Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh. Do you have eyes?. Can you see like mankind sees?.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger. Traveling through all these highs and lows. I heard there was no sickness. And no toil or danger. Just mercy and plenty.
Again and again the same situation. For so many years. Tethered to a ringing telephone. In a room full ot mirrors. A pretty girl in your bathroom. Checking out her sex appeal.
This is the reoccurring dream. Born in the dreary gap between. What we have now. And what we wish we could have. More fulfilling--and less frustrating!.
PENANCE CRANE:. The pirate anchored on a Wednesday. And why he came to port I wonder. To see a lady so my friends say. She dances for the sailors. In a smoky cabaret bar underground.
The priest sat in the airport bar. He was wearing his father's tie. And his eyes looked into my eyes so far. Whenever the words ran dry. Behind the lash and the circles blue.
I want to paint a picture. Botticelli style. Instead of Venus on a clam. I'd paint this flower child. "You are the air my flowers breathe". He calls, and the ladies turn around.
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68. And he told me all romantics meet the same fate. Someday, cynical and drunk and boring someone. In some dark cafe.
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths. safaris to the heart of all that jazz. through i bars and girders-through wires and pipes. the mathematic circuits of the modern nights.
I remember Monday rising up to pack his lunch. We kissed goodbye saying. What a foolish girl was I. Saying, what a fool was she. Near the store where I go shopping.
He bought her a diamond for her throat. He put her in a ranch house on a hill. She could see the valley barbecues. From her window sill. See the blue pools in the squinting sun.