So you're driving from the funeral. Through the desert land. You see something moving. In the wind so wild. . So you stop the car. And you walk out. To the edge of the sand.
Circus-boy run-away steely-eyed gypsy. Seems to be adjusted to the clatter of the fair. He says, "Watch your step" as he tears two tickets briskly. Watches her summer legs climb the stairs.
If you let it get too quiet. There's a whisper in your bones. You can feel it more than hear it. But there's something close when you're alone. . You turn up all the distractions.
Somethin's shakin'. Early in the mornin'. People movin'. Tryin' to be free. If you listen. You can hear them. Don't they sound like you and me. Up all night at a party.
So we raced each other downhill on the sidewalk. And we raised each other, us against the world. And we promised not to bow, we made a solemn vow. To keep our independence flags unfurled.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . In the mall outside the organ store,. He plays the Lowry Genie. And if you'd fake a smile and ask for more,.
I have drifted down a ways along the shoreline. I just watched these ropes give way where they were tied. I could have reached out quick. When the ropes first slipped, if I had tried.
I used to pray for rescue by burning up my pain. That's the only kind of prayer I knew back then. It was a fire of desperation for any wings in flight.
You say you see no hope. You say you see no reason we should dream. That the world would ever change. You're saying love is foolish to believe. . 'Cause there'll always be some crazy.
Show me the secret where you keep it. Show me the secret I can see. Show me the secret where you keep it. Show me the key. . I love the nights when are timing is right.
She can run beside the stream through the forest. The wind will lift her hair. She can almost see the moon and the waterfall. The music takes her there.
Shake it baby. All night long. Shake it baby. All night long. Shake it baby. All night long. Ahhh shake it for me. . You can get it if you shake it just so.
There's no sense in talking about music, no. Talking of sex can be done. I mean, the abstraction of music's confusing, that's all. The directness of sex is more fun.
Long ago they built this fort of stone above the Hudson. To guard against intruders, there were cannons in these walls. But now it's just a park where we can come and bring the children.
This great cold steel that bars the way inside. Was molten when the blacksmith was still living. This dead heavy door that's oak by oak. And all the way across is unforgiving.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . They'll use a saw to cut through your breastbone. They'll take a jack and break your ribs apart.
Johnny's out, cruising down the fast food strip. He rides the high-wheeler Ford. He's down here every evening since the school let out. An ordinary man would be bored.
You're sweet, like a honey bee. But like a honey bee sting. You've gone and left my heart in pain. And all that's left is our favorite song. The one we used to dance to all night long.
Well, I don't look all that ragged. For all the time it's been. But I'm weakened underneath me. Where my frame is rusted thin. . And this year's state inspection.
Could be the one, could be tonight. A love that would feel so right. You look in his eyes, he pours the wine. They shine in the candlelight. . It's easy to laugh, easy to smile.