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The Three Great Stimulants
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.
The Tea Leaf Prophecy
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.
The Sire Of Sorrow
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?.
The Silky Veils Of Ardor
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.
The Same Situation
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.
The Reoccuring Dream
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!.
The Pirate Of Penance
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
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.
The Only Joy In Town
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.
The Jungle Line
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.
The Gift Of The Magi
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.
The Hissing Of Summer Lawns
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.
The Fiddle & The Drum
And so once again. My dear Johnny, my dear friend. And so once again. You are fightin' us all. . And when I ask you why. You raise your sticks and cry.
The Gallery
When I first saw your gallery. I liked the ones of ladies. Then you began to hang up me. You studied to portray me. In ice and greens. And old blue jeans.
The Dry Cleaner From Des Moines
I'm down to a roll of dimes. i'm stalking the slot that's hot. i keep hearing bells all around me. jingling in the lucky jackpots. they keep you tantalized.
The Dawntreader
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions. Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor. Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where. Never mind their questions there's no answer for.
The Boho Dance
Down in the cellar in the Boho zone. I went looking for some sweet inspiration, oh well. Just another hard-time band. With Negro affectations. I was a hopeful in rooms like this.
The Beat Of Black Wings
I met a young soldier. He said his name was Killer Kyle. He was shakin' all over. Like a night-frightened child. This is his story. It's a tough one for me to sing.
The Arrangement
You could have been more. than a name on the door. on the thirty-third floor in the air. more than a credit card. swimming pool in the backyard. While you still have the time.
That Song About The Midway
I met you on a midway at a fair last year. and you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear. you were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings.
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