Hold me up baby for I may fall. Hold my dish-rag body tall. Our bodies melt together (we are one). Post crucifixion baby, and A LITTLE undone.. . It's a wild world.
Here she comes, my wife. See her down on the street. Well, yeah, she's mine, supine. Or up on her feet. . Yeah, here she comes. Through the dog-breath heat.
They call me 'The Wild Rose'. But my name was Elisa Day. Why they call me it, I do not know. For my name was Elisa Day. . From the first day I saw her, I knew she was the one.
Where streets start getting wild. Well you're moving on down on the other side of the tracks. Would you cross that line baby, there ain't no turning back.
I remember a girl so very well. The carnival drums all mad in the air. Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell. Oh, where do we go now but nowhere.
When I first came to town. All the people gathered 'round. They bought me drinks. Oh, Lord, how quickly they changed their tune. . When I first came to town.
All my life I've failed to see. One good thing standing in front of me. And the planets gravitate around you. And the stars, the stars surround you. And the angels in heaven adore you.
I see trees of green. Red roses too. I watch them bloom. For me and you. . And I think to myself. What a wonderful world. . I see skies of blue. Clouds of white.
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face. Comes from the West country where the birds sing bass. She's got a house-big heart where we all live. Plead and council and forgive.
Along crags and sunless cracks I go. Up rib of rock, down spine of stone. I dare not slumber where the right winds whistle. Lest her creeping soul clutch this heart of thistle.
I left by the back door. With my wife's lover's smoking gun. I don't know what I was hoping for. I hit the road at a run. . I was your lover. And I was your man.
Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't. And what we have now will, will never be that way again. So we call upon the author to explain. . Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets.
Alicia despierta. Es de maana. Ella esta bostezando. Como ella camina por el cuarto. Sus cabellos caen bajo sus pechos. Ella esta desnuda y es Junio. .
Alice wakes, it is morning. She is yawning as she walks about the room. Her hair rolls down her breast. She is naked and it is June. . Standing at the window.
I'm a wanted man. Wanted man. I'm a wanted man. I'm a wanted man. . Oh yeah. Yeah. Oh honey, I'm a wanted man. . I'm a wanted man in California. I'm a wanted man in Buffalo.
(Chorus). Wade in the water.. Wade in the water, children.. Wade in the water.. God's gonna trouble the water.. . Jordon's water is chilly and cold.. God's gonna trouble the water..
Printed in J. Silverman, American History Songbook. Nick has sung his version of this song live.. . (Chorus). Wade in the water.. Wade in the water, children..
In nothing but your skin you lie next to me,. the breaking of the day falls in through the balcony,. and in rolls a breeze caring the scent of a eucalyptus tree..
I want someone to love me. For who I am. I want someone to need me. Is that so bad?. . I want to break our madness. But it's all I have. I want someone to love me.
Can't be more obvious. She's in pain. Won't even let me in. From the rain. . And All the windows are locked again. She's afraid. Of everything that I have to say.