Hot town, summer in the city. Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. Been down, isn't it a pity. Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city. . All around, people looking half dead.
I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord. I'm a soldier in the army. I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord. I'm a soldier in the army. I'm a soldier in the army of the Lord.
by Jack Kerouac and Tom Waits. . I left New York in 1949. To go across the country without a bad blame dime. Montana in the cold cold fall. Found my father in the gambling hall.
There's something special 'bout six o'clock. In the morning when it's still too early to knock. And the dusky light shines down on the block. And reflects up and down on the hands of the clock.
Grey view coldly slithering. Indifferently floating. I can't sleep. I feel half without you. . And I Sink. You were Smoky. You were tragic. And I can't sleep without you.
(W. Hyatt). When you want me,. I'll come knockin'. At your door,. At your door,. One of these days now,. You'll be rockin',. You'll be rockin',. In my arms once more..
Remember hallways, you're waiting always. To see behind the door. You never seen her, you're gonna meet her. The first time's so unsure. . She smiles your way through a window.
Remember hallways, you're waiting always. To see behind the door. You never seen her, you're gonna meet her. The first time's so unsure. . She smiles your way through a window.
In the darkest hour, in the dead night,. As the storm clouds gather, and the lightning strikes,. And the thunder rolls, and the cold rain blows,. The future it holds, what God only knows..
You and me and rain on the roof. Caught up in a summer shower. Drying while it soaks the flowers. Maybe we'll be caught for hours. Waiting out the sun.
As the couples go parading by on a sunday stroll. All they talk about what makes loves `tisn't like it's told. Cause they don't match up like salt and pepper and birds of feather.
If yor pilot light should die. Do not quake and do not bark. You will find the spark. If your tree should bare no fruit. Do not turn and do not spill.
Its not the words. You know I'll always love you. It's not the words. I wish that I could stay. It's more the way your lips looked. As you spoke them.
Eyes to look at, not to see through. She never could see truth for lies. With a smile she'd win 'em over. Her face a trick to take a prize. . Tickled pink.
Can you tell me. What you see in him. He looks just like. All of the others did. And can you tell me. If it will ever end. Can you tell me. Or do you know.
Set the sails I feel the winds a'stirring. Toward the bright horizon set the way. Cast your wreckless dreams upon our Mayflower. Haven from the world and her decay.
Throw up your voice but not you mind. While them agents of change go monopolize. Their colors and their faces are just shades of the same. All lost in the game.
You'll always hear me say Hello Ma'am. Thank you. Good morning. Looking fine. It's all those old folks left here waiting. That leapt my heart into my mind.
Tell me something that you mean. Not just what comes to mind. 'Cause I can see you're somewhere in between. This morning and the late last night. . And I know you know.
God cage the songbird. Before the feathers run brown. God bar the windows. That we may though hollow be sound. . And this island shall be shackled to her waters.