Have you seen the iron lady's charms. Legs of steel, leather on her arms. Takin' on a man to die. A life for a life, an eye for an eye. And that's the iron lady in the chair.
From the flat plains of Ohio we drifted out one day. For the southern part of a journey. Underneath the bridge, the Ohio River sang. As we headed for the hills of West Virginia.
Pre>. . By alfred noyes. ---------------------------------. . Part one. I. The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,.
London Bridge is falling down. And the people want their crown. They are not fooling a-round. Gimme my crown, gimme my crown, gimme my crown. . So I'll say these words to you.
Picasso leans out of the window, looks out on the ghetto. Changing the shapes he sees. His old friend El Greco, soon is expected. Now just an echo of Spanish seas.
Pre>d g d. Lost in the valley of vaults/dolls/oz(? ). G d g d. Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault. Bm a. That I was alone.. D g d. Time dripped from the trees.
The day marvin gaye and phil ochs got married. The trees all waved their giant arms. And happiness bled from every streetcorner. And biplanes bombed with fluffy pillows.
I walked the walkie-walkie. I walked my doggie-doggie. 'Talked the talkie-talkie. 'Walked the walkie-walkie. 'Walked my doggie-doggie. I talked the talkie-talkie.
There's nothing as cold as the freeze in your soul. At the moment when you are arrested. There's nothing as real as the iron and steel. On the handcuffs when you protested.
Christian cannons have fired at my days. With the warning beneath the holy blaze. And bow to our authority. Say the cannons of Christianity. . Oh, the children will be sent to schools.
Hear the sledges with the bells. Silver bells. What a world of merriment. Their melody foretells. . How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. In the icy air of night.
See the man with the glasses, his name is Roger Blough,. he went to see the president, say "hello" and rush out (?). "I got to tell you we need a small price rise".
Jesus was a working man. And a hero you will hear. Born in the town of Bethlehem. At the turning of the year. At the turning of the year. . When Jesus was a little lad.
Now I don't know how sonny liston died. Maybe he killed himself, maybe he even tried. Or maybe the boys weren't satisfied. I don't know, I'm sorry I just don't know.
Phil ochs checked into the chelsea hotel,. There was blood on his clothes and they were dirty.. I could see by his face he was not feeling well,. He'd been to one too many parties..
I'll tell you the story of john henry faulk.. I'll tell you of his trials and the troubled trail he walked,. And I'll tell of the tyrants, the ones you never see:.
The girl in the gallery,. The way she moves her hair,. Footsteps in the Autumn leaves,. Turning and finding no-one there. Traces of you in the morning light.
Billie Sol was a man from the giant Texas land. He put the Chamber of Commerce on a limb. They voted him the best and the government did no less. Until the I.O.U.'s of Texas fell on him.
They saw the flags, it didn't look so bad. they heard the news and how we could not lose. And they sang with the marching band. The sailors' wives with anxious eyes.
This is the ballad of Alferd Packer. An infamous guy to the old west. . In the state of Colorado in the year of seventy-four. They crossed the San Juan Mountains growing hungry to the core.