There you are, waiting at the station. Searching frantically the place where you belong. Gave you a map that showed you your direction. A shadow tore it up and told you it was wrong.
Well, I saw your face in a photograph. I cried so much, I nearly laughed. You never really had the chance. To question why did you live some to cry some and die?.
1981 Albion Music Ltd.. Arrangement by Hazel O'Connor and Tony Visconti. Produced by Tony Visconti. Engineered by Gordon Fordyce and Chris Porter. Wesley McGoogan: saxophone, background vocals.
I don't know. But it seems that every single dream's. Painted pretty pictures in the air. And it tumbles in despair. And it starts to bend. Until by the end its a nightmare.
Phil Ochs. Come, get out of the way, boys. Quick, get out of the way. You'd better watch what you say, boys. Better watch what you say. We've rammed in your harbor and tied to your port.
Phil Ochs. Sit by my side, come as close as the air. Share in a memory of gray. Wander in my words, dream about the pictures. That I play of changes. Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
Phil Ochs. Christian cannons have fired at my days. With the warning beneath the holy blaze. And bow to our authority. Say the cannons of Christianity.
It's a heartbreak that you can't fix up. It's a last try when you've lost your fuck. And it's a bad day. (It's a bad day). Another bad day. . It's a last chance when they've given up.
It's just another lie to sell to me. But I'm not buying. To live the way they do on MTV. Yeah, you're trying. . Just a little too hard and we can see through.
Welcome to the epicenter. Where we got spring and summer. But we skip the winter. Feel free to enter the zone of the Supertones. . Where late into the night we just.
Why do people always pray. For something newer every day. Can't they smell what's coming their way. Fake but forgiven they remain. . So cry when you choose.
I woke with a start today. Determinations [Incomprehensible]. Filled with expectation. [Incomprehensible] to go out. . But I am so fearful of the future.
Well, I got a problem. And it just won't wait. I've been getting on one. With the man who guards your gate. . When he says you're sleeping. In your hideaway.
Cool cool water where I rest my head. You keep me running to a single bed. Yellow moon rising on the riverboat wild. You keep me running like a child.
Your lovely daydreams. From the back of youth. You metamorphosed. And then off they flew. . Remember me. When you fall. Remember me. When you crash. .
Are you so special?. Are you so fine?. Are you good looking?. You're so divine. . And it seems like a breath of a moment. And it seems like a wisp of a tow.
I went down to Chelsea Walk. Where the sun doesn't shine at all. And I went looking for something for me. But I came back with nothing at all. . Except an old man who could not see.