Hold your own jacket, please. I'm not in the mood. Millions of trains under the ground. This city was a blueprint for hell. . Passed out, sleeping at your party.
I wake up, I get dressed and I comb my hair. brush my teeth, tie my shoes then I go downstairs. mom's at work, dad's a jerk, how complacent. I mean they don't even know what goes on in the basement.
Turn off the lights; pull the sheets down tight,. Were being watched by satellite.. Put my ring under loose floorboards,. They cant know my life before..
words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie. . Victor Jara of Chile. Lived like a shooting star. He fought for the people of Chile. With his songs and his guitar.
Hold your own jacket please. I'm not in the mood. Millions of trains under the ground. This city was the blueprint for hell. . Passed out, sleeping at your party.
every time my parents were gone. they'd hire this baby sitter named Dawn. I'd stay up late, watch MTV. opened up a whole new world to me. she always used to say that ever Friday.
They hold the flame to you,. crushing you apart into.. A million shades of blue,. and you just let them.. . Don't look now,. they're making their rounds again..
Adapted by Doc Watson, Additional adaptation by John Pilla and Arlo Guthrie. co-produced by Van Dyke Parks. . I went down in the valley to pray. Learnin' about the good old way.
She's an angel in the hallway, in the stands and at the mall. I see her everywhere I go, she don't see me at all. I serenade her cell phone but I never hit send.
Holding my breath walking alone with you. I get to hear your voice again. If this is a dream maybe you'll stay with me. Stay with me, please stay with me.
arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie. . So you ask me my kind friend. Why I am sad and still. And why my brow is darkened. Like the clouds upon the hill.
Your skin is thin, you take it in. Until you fell over the ground. You built a wall, a hundred stories tall. You hide inside, you shiverin'. And I will reach out to you and I will carry your fill.
woah, oh, oh. woah, oh, oh, oh, oh. . I used to be an altar boy. and every Sunday I'd go to church. and I'd get beat up by a kid named Corey Shields. and I swore some day I'd kill him.
words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay. . Now there's a new craze a-goin' 'round. It's gettin' bigger in most every town. From New York City out to Hollywood.
You are time, you are time to see. Who you are and what you want from me ?. You are life, you are life to be a chorus. With nice little harmonies. . You thinking it over, thinking it over.
Remember two years ago. When you broke down and cried to me. About how you couldn't be alone. How you needed me next to you. . You made me promise on your tears.
words and music by Arlo Guthrie. . There's a river running underground. That roll along the clay. That took my body when I laid it down. And carried it far away.
down at the truck stop where angel works. serving the bean god to flannel jerks. she's home to her couch ridden heavyweight champ. he kisses his wife with aluminum bats.
Defend when you said. You've been dropin' bombs here on air. Made me sad 'coz your a man. You've got your own blood in your own hands. . What you stole? What you took?.
I've been reachin' for the stars. I've been stretchin' out so far. Am I getting any closer. Then I've ever been before. . I was lying in the gutter. I was crawling in the street.