When the caf doors exploded, I reacted too. Reacted to you. Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too. But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to. . Papers in the wind a-waltzing, I was dancing too.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
My only chance not easy to see. I'm not the great communicator that I used to be apparently. But I know what it means when I hear screams. And it's the sonics not the phonics.
As I did walk through cities one saturday,. A golden finch came winging my way,. And sang to me a song of my country,. And words of life from city and sea..
oceans lay between us and the things we think we need,. but i've known many who would gladly swim to get to where you are.. always more together than the ones you think are better off,.
When you run,. digger, runner, listener, thief,. you carry it all with you.. . Today I woke up uncertain,. and you know that gives me the fits,. so I left this land of fungible convictions.
the annointed one - fathers favorite son. now we see, long before the race, you'd already won.. oh beautified, with the softest eyes,. these days I can't escape your face, do you remember mine?.
Oh, lonely day. Oh, led astray. Oh, burden on the land. Oh, always same. Oh, nothing changed. Oh, urge to bite the hand. . Withholding on. Your promise to the air.
it's been a hard road, and there's no turning back.. and there's no end in sight to this darkening night,. and that's a sad fact.. but i hear you come down to the graves at inchigeela,.
(Richard Thompson). . This old house is a tumbling down. The walls are gone but the roof is sound. The 3. deaf, he can never be found. It's time to ring some changes.
Methinks I see a host of craft. Spreading their sails alee. Down the Humber they do glide. All bound for the Northern Sea. Me thinks I see on each small craft.
Yonder stands a pretty little maid. who she is I do not know. I'll go and caught her for her beauty. let her run, say yes or no. Why do I wish for so much beauty.
In 1969. I killed a man of mine. In a small Montana town. I was hunted down by hounds. . Hear the night hawk cry. Their voices dry and hollow. Hear the crowd cheer.
Turn the lamp down low. Baby shelter me. Turn the lamp down low. Risin' up to see. Turn the lamp down low. Baby please don't go. Turn the lamp down low.
Turn the lamp down low. Baby shelter me. Turn the lamp down low. Risin' up to see. Turn the lamp down low. Baby please don't go. Turn the lamp down low.
We fear what we see in the distance. We're shattered by life's soft deceit. Enslaved to our thoughts by our reason. Refusing to walk with the weak, walk with the weak.
Catatonic listless creature. Try to comprehend. Everything you've ever wanted. Is around the next bend. . Don't try to fake it. I see you shaking. It doesn't mean a thing.
Beautiful youth. Spirit away. Yesterday's truth left yesterday. When hellfire froze right over. Time enough. Climbing the bluff. Never again. Not even when hellfire freezes over.