Too messed up I should have followed you. Where did you get that smile and that fine hair. I get my kicks from your walk in. I should have gone I should have been there.
As I wake I see a morning star. Through the window dimly shines. Its final statement at the closing of the day. I've got a few more minutes of night time before I rise.
Oh Mexico. All the time. Dreamin' all about Acapulco. And a sweet thing on my mind. . Mogadishu sunrise. Low above the sea. All of those lawyers in California.
I saw her bus come down a little subway street. She played a gypsy song with a three four beat. And when I heard her voice. She gave me vertigo. . She was a Cold War kid, yeah, from East Berlin.
Now you're pushing 31, duty calls you come and run. Instead of. Now you're pushing 31, duty call you come and run. . When will this be over, when will you be done.
Fly ye away from my window little bluebird fly ye as far as you can away from here. And let not your song fall upon my ear. Go spread your blue wings and I'll shed my blue tears.
The first time that she said let's start our family. I said hon I've got the whole wide world to see. So come along and be this drifter's lady the next best thing to love is bein' free.
(Dark old cave Miller's Cave). Way down in the state of Georgia through the swamps and everglades. There's a hole in Tiger Mountain God help the man who gets lost in Miller's Cave.
My unborn forgive me. I only wish I had the strength to bring. You into this world. More faithful.
By moon we gather. For the ascension. Great sky shelter us. With your endless compassion. . Last survivor. It is you who must pass. Into the light of the new world.
We have slaughtered in the garden of beauty. Digging graves instead of planting. Mercy for the crucified, a bitter justice. Begging eternity for love.
Before my body dies. I pray. That the river I was born to. May again wash over me. . By god's touch I pray. That I may move from this consecrated. Earth.
We have slaughtered. In the garden of beauty. Digging graves instead of planting. Mercy for the crucified. A bitter justice. Begging eternity for love.
I've never been this accountable-less and within. I've never known focuslessness on any form. . I've never had this lack of ache for dalliance. To let go and let God in ways I have never even imagined.
It's quite simple when I'm listening. You keep leading me all the way home. These messages you've been offering. As a magical child. An essential child.
What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day. As you place the don't disturb sign on the door. You lost your place in line again, what a pity. You never seem to want to dance anymore.
We have slaughtered. In the garden of beauty. Digging graves instead of planting. Mercy for the crucified. A bitter justice. Begging eternity for love.
I've been most unwilling. To see this turmoil of mine. The thought of sitting with this. Has me paralyzed. . With this prolonged exposure. To near and averted eyes.
Tailored suits, chauffeured cars. Fine hotels and big cigars. Up for grabs, up for a price. Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night.
Jingle bells, jingle bells. Jingle all the day. I just can't wait till Christmas time. When I can grope you in the hay. . Easy come, easy go. Have a good time with lots of dough.