Michael wakes you up with sweets. He takes you up streets and the rain comes down. Sidewalk markets locked up tight. And umbrellas bright on a grey background.
Marcie in a coat of flowers. Steps inside a candy store. Reds are sweet and greens are sour. Still no letter at her door. So she'll wash her flower curtains.
No demands. Just pleasurable sensations. Hand in hand. No far reaching plans. No, no-hand in hand. Well I keep on trying to understand. Daylight bright.
I'm a lucky girl. I found my friend. I've been all around the world. Mission Impossible. Chasing the rainbow's end. Wise guys. Shy guys. And sly lover boys.
The firmament of Tinsel Town. Is strung with tungsten stars. Lot's of forty watt successes. He says where's my own shining hour. He's the well kept secret of the underground.
Although I speak in tongues. Of men and angels. I'm just sounding brass. And tinkling cymbals without love--. Love suffers long--. Love is kind!--. Enduring all things--.
Papa's faith is people. Mama she believes in cleaning. Papa's faith is in people. Mama she's always cleaning. Papa brought home the sugar. Mama taught me the deeper meaning.
Lesson in Survival. Spinning out on turns. That gets you tough. Guru books-the Bible. Only a reminder. That you're just not good enough. You need to believe in something.
Last chance lost. In the tyranny of a long good-bye. Last chance lost. We talk of us with deadly earnest eyes. Last chance lost. We talk of love in terms of sacrifice and compromise.
I am Lakota!. Lakota!. Looking at money man--. Diggin' the deadly quotas--. Out of balance--. Out of hand. We want the land!. Lay down the reeking ore!.
Well, I've heard of heartbreakers. But you take the cake. Ladies' man. You could charm the diamonds. Off a rattlesnake. Ladies' man. Ladies bring it on over.
Trina wears her wampum beads. She fills her drawing book with line. Sewing lace on widows' weeds. And filigree on leaf and vine. Vine and leaf are filigree.
No tongue in the bell. And the fishwives yell. But they might as well be mute. So you get to keep the pictures. That don't seem like much. Cold white keys under your fingers.
Downtown. My darling dimestore thief. In the War of Independence. Rock 'n Roll rang sweet as victory. Under neon signs. A girl was in bloom. And a woman was fading.
The street was loud. From an angry crowd and. I thought of you, I thought of you. Dreamer. Land of the free. No hungry bellies. Impossible. Impossible dreamer.
Daylight falls upon the path, the forest falls behind. Today I am not prey to dark uncertainty. The shadow trembles in its wrath, I've robbed its blackness blind.
Hard bodies, soft emotions. So fast, so smart. The world is at your feet. But what about your heart?. Fame and fortune can't hold you tight. In the late, late hours of the night.
I have to come and see you--. Maybe once or twice a year--. I think nothing would suit me better. (Right now). Than some downtown atmosphere .... In the dance halls and the galleries.
I heard it in the wind last night. It sounded like applause. Did you get a round resounding for you. Way up here. Seems like many dim years ago. Since I heard that face to face.
I can't decide. I don't know. Which way to go?. The options multiply. The choices grow. Which way to go?. What should I buy?. What should I be?. Which way to go?.