I'm no candle backing, blowin out in the wind. I'm no suffering like, the game I'm in. I'm no street walk, I got fire and brimstone. Sorry to disturb you, and your happy home.
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Oh what's it really matter. Between you and me. Cause I've been chasing it down. A street of misery. But now I've been waiting. For you to recognize. What I've known for a very long time.
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Oh, nobody's left to love me. So I wander this earth alone. Nobody's left to love me. So I wander this earth alone. Ain't got no money, babe. No place to call my own.
Well my, throat is dry. and my knees are weak. so darned hot. can't even speak. Walk in my shadows. I can't take it anymore. When I get you in my shadow, baby.
Woke up this mornin', can't find my shoes.. Know by that I got these, walkin' blues.. And I woke this mornin', can't find my shoes.. Yeah you know by that I got, yeah these walkin' blues..
Whenever I get to feel this way. Try to find new words to say. I think about the bad old days. We used to know. . Nights of winter turn me cold. Fears of dying, getting old.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --. Don't mean to get in anybody's way.. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly..
Wond'ring aloud. How we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset. My hand in her hair. . We are our own saviors. As we start. Both our hearts beating life.
When I was a young man (as all good tales begin). I was taught to hold out my hand. And for my pay I worked an honest day. And took what pittance I could win.
In days of peace. Sweet smelling summer nights. Of wine and song. Dusty pavements, burning feet. . Why am I crying? I want to know. How can I smile and then make it right?.
There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,. and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,. when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree..
Lend me your ear while i call you a fool.. you were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,. and later insisted your feelings were true.. The witches promise was coming,.
When I was young and they packed me off to school. And taught me how not to play the game. I didn't mind if they groomed me for success. Or if they said that I was just a fool..
I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver. and hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over.. Now and then: memories of men who loved me..
She drifted from some minor festival.. Didn't look like any sumrner of love:. just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field.. She was the hand to fit my glove..
I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine. when he door came off its hinges like a cork from fizzy wine.. he said, "my name is jesus: i'm the leader of the band..
Whenever I get to feel this way. Try to find new words to say. I think about the bad old days. We used to know.. . Nights of winter turn me cold. Fears of dying, getting old..
Good morning Weathercock,. How'd you fare last night?. Did the cold wind bite you,. Did you face up to the fright. When the leaves spin from October. And whip around your tail?.