A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --. Don't mean to get in anybody's way.. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly..
Wond'ring aloud. How we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset. My hand in her hair. . We are our own saviors. As we start. Both our hearts beating life.
When I was a young man (as all good tales begin). I was taught to hold out my hand. And for my pay I worked an honest day. And took what pittance I could win.
In days of peace. Sweet smelling summer nights. Of wine and song. Dusty pavements, burning feet. . Why am I crying? I want to know. How can I smile and then make it right?.
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,. and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,. when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree..
Lend me your ear while i call you a fool.. you were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,. and later insisted your feelings were true.. The witches promise was coming,.
When I was young and they packed me off to school. And taught me how not to play the game. I didn't mind if they groomed me for success. Or if they said that I was just a fool..
I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver. and hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over.. Now and then: memories of men who loved me..
She drifted from some minor festival.. Didn't look like any sumrner of love:. just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field.. She was the hand to fit my glove..
I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine. when he door came off its hinges like a cork from fizzy wine.. he said, "my name is jesus: i'm the leader of the band..
Whenever I get to feel this way. Try to find new words to say. I think about the bad old days. We used to know.. . Nights of winter turn me cold. Fears of dying, getting old..
Good morning Weathercock,. How'd you fare last night?. Did the cold wind bite you,. Did you face up to the fright. When the leaves spin from October. And whip around your tail?.
I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line.. He's watching me watching the trains go by.. And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.. He's still watching me watching you watching the.
I'll take you down to that bright city mile. There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile. That will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain.
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I'll take you down to that bright city mile. There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile. That will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain.
Close in, move out to where you want to go.. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow.. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.. Step into joy. Walk into light..