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.
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.
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.
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.
It was a dark and a stormy night. Everyone was at the wing-ding. They weren't the wing-ding type. So they went up on the train bridge. Where the weather was howling.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I stepped outside to breathe the air. And stare up at the stars. Big dipper hanging there. Over the rented car. Over the rented car. I'm a runaway from the record biz.
Front rooms. back rooms. slide into tables. crowd into bathrooms. joke around. cheap talk. deep talk. talk, talk, talk around the clock. crawl home. lie down.
There was a moon and a street lamp. i didn't know i drank such a lot. 'till i pissed a tequila-anaconda. the full length of the parking lot!. oh, i talk too loose.
See the stretching sun at dawning. Wipe the stardust from his eyes. Feel the morning breezes yawning. Telling me it's time to rise. Telling me it's time to rise.
It started out in spring time,. Against the golden skyline. You spoke to me at last. It started out intensely and with it all my senses. I knew. I'm sure I knew.
So many years have passed. The dew is still on the roses. I left my childhood. In a garden green. . Come in the garden and look at the trees. I used to play there when I was a child.
In this precious little house table is always set. With silver spoons and china cups on a silver tray. Chandeliers and candlelight, it's such a cosy place.
Wala na akong makita sa iyong mga mata. Dati rati'y isang tingin mo lang alam ko na. Bakit ngayon ika'y nababalot sa kulay ng hatinggabi. Nagtatanong, nangangarap na ika'y magisnang muli.
I'm comin' home, I've done my time. Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine. If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free. Then you'll know just what to do.
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An easy target for the soulassassin. The soulless, remorseless, everlasting. Hunting for the next tender pray. Leaving dead the soul it rapes. . Drained of hope, drained of life.