Simon. . God and His only Son. Paid a courtesy call on Earth. One Sunday morning. Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips. Songbirds sang from the tips of Cottonwoods.
Cool me. Cool my fever high. Hold me when I cry. I need it so much. Makes you want to get down crawl like a beggar. For its touch. And all the while it's free as air.
It's been a long, long day. I got some run-down shoes. Ain't got no place to stay. But any old place will be okay. It's been a long, long day. . Good night.
Look at that. Look at this. Drop a stone in the abyss. Then walk away and know that anything can happen. Just like that. Just like this. . Look at that.
I was 21 years when I wrote this song. I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long. Time hurries on. And the leaves that are green turn to brown. And they wither with the wind.
You got the cool water. When the fever runs high. You got the look of love light. In your eyes. And I was in crazy motion. Till you calmed me down. It took a little time.
First thing I remember. I was lying in my bed. Couldn't've been no more. Than one or two. I remember there's a radio. Comin' from the room next door. And my mother laughed.
You got to learn how to fall. Before you learn to fly. And mama, mama it ain't no lie. Before you learn to fly. Learn how to fall. . You got to drift in the breeze.
When I think back. On all the crap I learned in high school. It's a wonder. I can think at all. And though my lack of education. Hasn't hurt me none. I can read the writing on the wall.
FIRST INMATE. . Killer wants to go to college. Wants to get his parole. So the Department of Corrections. Will release him in the fall.. . Killer wants to go on TV.
SAL. . I know you're trying to protect me. Searching for another truth. With your language and your poetry. From my ignorance and youth. Hey, I did not come to argue.
I hear the drizzle of the rain. Like a memory it falls. Soft and warm, continuing. Tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind. Through the window of my eyes.
Gee but its great to be back home. Home is where I want to be. I've been on the road so long my friend. that if you came along I know you couldn't disagree.
Half an hour, change your strings and tune up. Sizing the room up. Checking the bar. Local girls, unspoken conversation. Misinformation. Plays guitar.
Yeah. It's those Jersey boys. . I heard a man say Jesus walks. Me, myself, I heard Jesus talk. Cause when I heard his beat. I felt Jesus voice. I heard it through the wide.
Walk tall, walk tall. Even if you fall get up. Stand tall, stand tall. Even if you fall get up. . Walk tall, walk tall. Even if you fall get up. Stand tall, stand tall.
She looked me over. And I guess she thought. I was all right. All right in a sort of a limited way. For an off-night. She said don't I know you. From the cinematographer's party.
We were married on a rainy day. The sky was yellow. And the grass was gray. We signed the papers. And we drove away. I do it for your love. . The rooms were musty.
Acts of kindness. Like bread crumbs in a fairy-tale forest. Lead us past dangers. As light melts the darkness. But I don't believe, and I'm not consoled.
Tell us all a story. About how it used to be. Make it up and write it down. Just like history. About goldilocks and the three bears. Nature in the cross hairs.