I remember Monday rising up to pack his lunch. We kissed goodbye saying. What a foolish girl was I. Saying, what a fool was she. Near the store where I go shopping.
He bought her a diamond for her throat. He put her in a ranch house on a hill. She could see the valley barbecues. From her window sill. See the blue pools in the squinting sun.
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.
I almost closed the door. cancelled on everything we opened up for. tonight the shadows had their say. their sad notions of the way. things really are.
Out on some borderline. Some mark of inbetween. I lay down golden-in time. And woke up vanishing. . Sweet bird you are. Briefer than a falling star. All these vain promises on beauty jars.
She pulls the shade;. It's just another sunny Sunday. She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois. Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday;. She waits for the night to fall.
Strong and wrong you win--. Only because. That's the way its always been.. Men love war!. That's what history' s for.. History.... A mass--murder mystery....
A strange boy is weaving. A course of grace and havoc. On a yellow skateboard. Thru midday sidewalk traffic. Just when I think he's foolish and childish.