A pretty penny buys you lots of things. A wooden nickel's worth of diamond rings. Good ideas, dozen for a dime. And quarter notes are all lined up in time.
Trapped, silver blue. Plans, utterance. Crashed, turn away. Fate, suffocate. . Doesn't matter how hard I try. Doesn't matter how much I look at you. Doesn't matter how much I say.
Scratching at the surface. Keep the conversation light. Lest I seem offensive. Wouldn't want to be ostracized. . I don't want approval for what I say.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.
It began sometime last week. The feeling that most everything. Was changing for the worse. All the triggers pulled at once. So begins my ugly fall from grace again.
See it on the T.V.. Tears begin to flood. In the eyes of the innocent. American blood. . It's coming down the mountains. From somewhere up above. It's spilling in the oceans.
I'll take another photograph. Before the old one fades. It reminds me of those things that past. And quickly passed away. But it comes on in the early night.
Later on that evening when. I thought I'd had enough. I sat down in a restaurant and. Over powdered drugs. I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce. Picked by virgin hands.
Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime. Skirts that billow long after she's gone. Yes, I could smell her smell on that pillow late at night.
Everybody's got a hole to fill. It doesn't matter if your name is Jack or Jill. Everybody's got a hole that they need filled. . She wakes up. Still looking lost.
If you see her say hello. If she asks how I'm doing let her know. If she says is he O.K. say it's slow. But he's coming round. And if you sleep with her.
Heartache singin' round my door. never felt so low before. painted on my heart, is a new shade of blue. now i know what its like to cry. what its like to want to die.
Last night the devil came out to play with me. Singing "let the games begin". You know the harder I try to play his game. The more impossible to win. .
New york city, shackled and old. Strung out on moonlight, waiting to be sold. . When the sun goes down, the city's just shining on. People running around wondering where the time has gone.
Maxwellton's braes are bonnie. Where early fa's the dew. And it's there that annie laurie. Gave me her promise true. Gave me her promise true. Which ne'er forgot will be.
(note: this song changes with every version...this version is from 5-13-94, when it was brought back after a two-year absence, at the aragon ballroom, in chicago).
In the picture is a tepee. I can handle this every day. I'm down here at johnny's restaurant, and so. I don't care about em lagging in their way. Oh, the principles of power.
Well, I guess it bothers me. Because I can't convince her of a thing. I can't talk my way. I can't even sing. . And it builds into this quest. Until I come to rest at last.
I said "I love you". She began to cry. She said she needed a friend. I said "I'll try". Soon we'd say nothing. Somehow I never wondered why. . You see, she left me.
Well, it seems no one can protect you. And your friends just don't understand. When your hopes and your courage neglect you. And no arm long enough to lend a hand.